Revelation (The Forever Series Book Three) by Eve Newton Page B

wanted. Not to hurt Devon, but to hurt me.
    Snaking his arms around me he whispers in my ear, “I told
you I didn’t have to physically hurt you to punish you, my sweet.”
    “Punish? Liv? What is he talking about, punish you?”
    “She is defiant, and frustrating, and drives me crazy, and
deserves to be punished,” Constantine repeats my own words to Devon whose eyes
nearly pop out of his head.
    “Liv?” he asks desperately.
    “Constantine,” I whisper, “Don’t do this. I promised him.”
    “All the more reason why this works for me. I said I would
owe you a new and creative form of punishment and seeing as the conventional
ways are no longer acceptable to me, you will do this,” he says quietly,
trailing his hand down my arm. “Now Shift!” he snaps, gripping me suddenly.
    I flinch.
    Devon is in agony as he looks at me. He knows I am torn
between my own sire and my loyalty to him. I know he doesn’t fully understand what
is going on here and why should he? This has nothing to do with him. He is just
a way for Constantine to get his kicks without disturbing his newfound
principles.
    “Shift,” he whispers to me and I shake my head.
    “No.”
    “Do as your boy says,” Constantine says, now smug and for
just a second I see the monster and I hate it.
    “It’s okay Lizzie,” he says, resigned, knowing he can’t win
this.
    Forgetting all about the stupid dress I Shift and instantly
I am Elizabeth, dark hair curling down my back gaining a few inches in height,
causing the dress to rise to just under my backside, my huge tits, tumbling out
of the ridiculously low front. Devon closes his eyes in pain and it wrenches at
me and I want to throw up.
    Constantine steps back from me, feeling the jolt from my own
pain, and I think, good. Serves you right.
    But as always he recovers quickly and pulling me to him, he
pushes the thin straps of the dress down my shoulders and drops his fangs.  He
takes a bite out of me that makes me hiss.
    Unable to resist me in this form, Devon steps closer and
pulls on the straps even more so my breasts pop completely free. He rubs his
thumbs over my nipples and I arch my back, pushing myself closer to my boy. He
pulls the dress down lower and lower as he drops to his knees in front of me. I
step out delicately so as not to disturb CK’s fangs in my neck. He is suckling
deliciously slow and it is driving me wild. Devon trails his hands back up the
inside of my legs and I feel my knees go weak and I go damp. His desire for me
masking his pain, he flicks his fingers over me and then in me. With my sire
feeding from me and my darling boy playing with me it’s too much to bear and as
my knees buckle I come. Constantine tightens his hold on me as he feels me
about to drop and releases his bite, slowly, seductively licking over my
already healed puncture marks, all the way up to my jaw. “Oh Aefre, you taste
so sweet when you come,” he whispers and I melt. I can’t help it. I love him
and even though what he is doing to Devon and to me is cruel and torturous, I
forgive him. Still in Vampire mode he plunges his mouth to mine and nips at my
lips, his hold on me getting ever tighter, and I whimper as his claws
inadvertently nick my skin. Devon, never having been on the receiving end of an
Initial Vampire’s claws, is mesmerized by the blood seeping out of my cuts that
are so slow to heal. He stands up and lowers his mouth to the wounds lapping at
me as they heal. I put my hand up to the back of his head to push him closer to
me but Constantine bats it away, “Remember the rules.” He disapproves,
retracting his fangs and thankfully his claws. Sandwiched between the two now,
both the same height, similar in stature--but that is where the similarity
ends--and I wonder how I could fall in love with two so very different men. My
Power is roaring at me to take them both and defy Constantine’s rules, and I
know deep down that I could. I am stronger with this Power, I could take
control