Switch (The Forever Series, Book 7) (3 page)

“Well, not that she can’t take care of herself. Last time I
threw down with her she kicked my ass from here to next week,” Sebastian laughs
then.

“Well you will insist on sparring with her,” Constantine
says also with a laugh.

“Anything to spend time with my god daughter,” he says
fondly.

Oh, this is getting weird again now, I think as I chew my
lip. I want to go home. I don’t like it here in this world where Lance is the
bees knees and I am apparently an ice cold bitch. I miss Cole and I miss Devon
and I can’t believe that they aren’t here. Now that I have time to process
this, I am devastated. I try to get myself back home but nothing. If I am stuck
here it is too late for Devon. He is long since gone and that wrenches at my
heart. But Cole isn’t. He is still around, well in theory, in L.A. or Miami if
he is on the movie. I can still get to him. We can still meet and fall in love
and turn him and get married. Oh wait…no. I am married to Constantine. Well,
all the rest. We can still be together. But what about Devon…what if I never
see him again? I can’t bear that. It is too much and I start crying in spite of
myself and Sebastian turns to me in surprise and Constantine is at my side
instantly. “Aefre? What is it, my love?” he asks.

I snivel, wiping my tears on the silk sheets. It’s not like
she can’t afford to buy more. Should I tell them? Should I tell them I am not
who they think I am? But after what I have just spent the day doing with
Sebastian, he probably won’t take too kindly to the deceit? So I decide to
stick with the lie.

“I am so tired and hungry,” I say. “Constantine, I don’t
know what is wrong with me.” I grab his hand and try to look ill. Although, I
probably do anyway judging by the concerned look on his face.

“Aefre. Are you saying you feel unwell?”

It’s as good a ploy as any to explain away my behavior. And
maybe if I am left alone to convalesce, I can get to Cole and try to get a bit
of my life back. I will just have to try not to think too hard about Devon.

“Yes. I feel awful,” I say mournfully. I do, so it’s not a
lie. They exchange a look over my head that I am not sure I like very much.

“I will get you a Feeder. Take as much as you need, don’t
worry about the consequences. You need to be well, my love,” Constantine says.

Huh? Don’t worry about the consequences? I am not bloody
killing someone. I’m not that hungry. Christ.

Stern Lincoln comes up with a Feeder soon after that, and
stands there glowering at me as I feed. Man, he really does not like her for
whatever reason. Some bustling about later, I am fed and tucked up back in bed,
having thankfully not killed the hapless Feeder.

“Sleep now,” Constantine says to me as he strokes my hair. I
get lulled into a doze as he continues to sit with me until well after dark. I
don’t want to sleep, really, as I am enjoying this. It is relaxing me and I am
thinking more positively. I will get back to my world. I will see Devon and Cole
and Lincoln (my Lincoln, this one is pretty grim) and my sire and everyone
else.

“I love looking after you,” he murmurs to me. “It has been
so long since you let me take care of you. I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I murmur back in automatic response to him
and he stills, having expected me to be asleep. He resumes his task as I say no
more and I close my eyes. I hear Sebastian come back into the room and climb
back in the bed with me.

“Everything dealt with?” Constantine asks quietly.

“Yes. Cassis is on it. Do you think it is? She was like this
last time,” he asks even quieter.

“I don’t know. It wouldn’t surprise me, as she never takes a
break. I guess we will find out soon enough.”

Last time what? I wonder before I do finally drop off with
my head in our sire’s lap, him still stroking me, with thoughts of getting back
home.

I awake the following morning, well before 5 AM according to
the clock, staring into the sleeping face of Sebastian. My hand is on his naked
chest and his is over mine to keep it there. I have never seen him sleep
before. He is very peaceful. I pull my hand out of his carefully so as not to
wake him and turn to my other side where Constantine is sleeping. This is a
weird set-up. We all share a bed? Not that I have never dreamed of that myself
of course, with Devon and Cole, but never actually managed it what with one
thing or another. I stroke his face gently, missing my own so much, and he
smiles as he opens his eyes.

I smile back gently.

“How do you feel this morning?” he asks quietly. “Did it
help to have Sebastian stay the night with us?”

I shrug, as how do I answer that? “I am still feeling out of
sorts,” I say. A nice general vagueness.

“Aefre,” he says seriously. “Are things okay between us? I
know I hurt you but you know I will never do it again. I lost control…” he
closes his eyes and breathes in. “I promise you I will never do it again.”

Aw shit. I wish I knew what it was he did. I try fishing.
“How can you promise me that?” I ask carefully.

“You know how hard I have worked at this, Aefre,” he says.
“You know I have tried so hard to be the man you need me to be. It gets the
better of me sometimes. But after this last time, when I saw the look on your
face. It broke my heart to see you look at me like I am a monster. I can
promise you that I will never do it again because I never, ever want to feel
like that again. I couldn’t bear it to hurt you like that again.”

Oh. I think I know what he did. Begins with “s” and ends
with “ubstitutes.”

“I believe you,” I say because I do. Doesn’t mean that she
will but I am telling him that I do. His look of relief breaks my own heart and
I want to soothe him so I lean forward to kiss him. He pulls me to him and I
feel his desire for me. I want him. Well actually I want my own sire, this is
so confusing. My mind and her body are two different entities right now,
fighting with each other. I give in to her body as I kiss him, forgetting
momentarily about Sebastian. That is, until he puts his hands on me and ignites
the fire that has been simmering under the surface due to his closeness.

Oh my. This is it. This is my chance! I have a sire and a
sibling in bed with me. Not exactly mine but close enough. I am sandwiched
between the two as Constantine kisses me and Sebastian rubs his hands over me.
Over my aching nipples, down my stomach and towards my wet pussy. I come almost
as soon as he rubs his fingers over my clit. Holy fuck, but this is awesome. I
moan into Constantine’s mouth as I throb under Sebastian’s fingers, bringing my
hands up to pull him closer to me.

“Wait,” he murmurs and I wail in disappointment in my head.
“Do you feel well enough?”

I nod. Oh hell yeah. I haven’t felt this good, ever. This
other me is a really lucky cow. I hope she appreciates what she has. But then I
feel a pang as I realize what
I
have. What I am betraying by being here
like this. I can’t do this. I try to push him away then but it is too late as
he thrusts into me and Sebastian trails kisses all down my back. He pushes me
over so I am straddling our sire and moves behind me to play with me. “Oh yes,”
I moan as his fingers flutter over my clit before he pushes down and I explode
as he rubs me. His touch is vibrating now and all he has to do is flit his
fingers across me and it is sensational. I lean forward to kiss our sire and he
grips my hips, pulling me to him briefly and then lifting me slightly up. I
feel Sebastian move closer and it suddenly strikes me what he is going to do.
Oh Christ on a bike. They are going to take me together, as in TOGETHER. Fuck
me. I gasp as he enters me and then moan at the feeling. In all my thousand
years I have never done this. Three-ways, four-ways, five-ways even,
two-at-a-time, but never, ever two-at-a-time like
this
. It’s blush
worthy. If it weren’t that I feel like I could die a happy Vampire right now I
would be so embarrassed, I would blend in with the red color of the sheets.

All three of us groan as they take me and I come again and
then again before they both let go. I kiss my sire again, panting heavily, and
Sebastian pulls out of me and drags me up to kiss me himself and I want to do
it all over again as I cling to him.

“Hm, eager today aren’t you?” he murmurs as I start to move
my hips over our sire as he is ready and wanting again and Sebastian drops his
mouth to my nipple to…ah! Bite me, fangs down. No, no, no. That isn’t for him.
That is only for CK, I think blindly as I orgasm intensely. It then dawns on me
and I am grateful for small mercies: this isn’t my body. It is hers. They
aren’t doing this to me but to her, and not for the first time, I’d wager.
Very, very flimsy excuse but I cling to it as they proceed to give me the
fucking of my (her) life in every position imaginable that you can get into
with three people.

I awake feeling very relaxed and loved. No wonder, I think,
as I blink and remember with a blush everything we got up to.

Constantine is watching me and I smile at him. “Hi,” I say.

He smiles back. “How do you feel?” he asks me.

I leer at him to his delight as I say, “Fucking wonderful.”
I stretch and he starts at my words.

“You feel better?” he asks, eyes fixed firmly on my breasts.

“Mm, hm,” I murmur as I deliberately tease him by running my
fingers lightly over my nipples. I don’t know how to explain it, but he feels
like my sire, and I want him.

He pulls his eyes away and gazes into my eyes. “I think you
should still rest today,” he says and I feel disappointed that he isn’t going
to take me.

Oh well, if he is going to be like that then I need two
things: her phone and a face-to-face with her daughter. I want to find out more
about Lance-the-Wonderful before I chop his head off. I turn my back to him and
he sighs. I sigh as well as he was the one who rejected me first. Stupid,
stubborn man. He will be the same in every universe, I have no doubt. Well, I
hope that this is the last one. What if there are more? One where the prophecy
came true in 1745 with Fraser? Or not at all and I lived and died a human at
the hands of Radulf? I gulp at that. At least that me would be long since dead
and buried. Or worse, one that never came to pass because I never turned Cole.
Oh, my head is hurting. I rub my forehead and say to him, “I want to see
Cassis. And could you hand me my phone, please?”

“Cassis has your phone and I don’t think it is a good idea
you see her. You will only argue again and you should be resting,” he says
wearily.

“I want my phone and I want to see my daughter,” I say,
turning back to him with an authority which I hope she has. I see his face drop
slightly and now I see I am acting like her. The cold-hearted bitch. “Please,”
I say, as I can’t bear to hurt him, and for good measure lean forward to give
him a lingering kiss. He deepens the kiss and pushes me over so that I am now
pinned under him. “Aefre, please, my love. Just rest today,” he says quietly.

I frown at him. “Why do you keep calling me ‘my love’?” I
ask suddenly. “Not once in the last two days have you called me ‘my sweet.’ Why
is that?”

He looks taken aback and frowns down at me. “What are you
talking about? I don’t think I have ever called you that?”

He hasn’t? I wonder why that is? And, well, that is a bit of
faux-pas on my behalf as he is looking at me now like I belong in the loony
bin. I kiss him to distract him and it works up to a point.

“Are you sure you are feeling okay?” he asks as he pulls
away.

I sigh, this is getting to the point of annoying now. “I’m
fine,” I snap. “Now either fuck me or go and get my phone and our daughter.”

His mouth drops open and he chides me, “Aefre, language, my
love. It is not fitting for you to be cussing so blatantly.”

Cussing so blatantly? I am in bed with my husband for fuck’s
sake. I would hardly call that shouting it from the rooftops.

“Well if you aren’t going to see to me then you know what to
do,” I remark with a pointed look and he thinks it over for a few seconds. Gee,
insulting much?

“You are acting so differently. I just can’t keep up with
your mood swings,” he says. “I will go and get Sebastian. Maybe he can bring
you back to yourself,” he adds so sadly I want to cry.

“No,” I say pulling him back. “I want you.”

Clearly that was the right thing to say as he then needs no
further persuading, and after a very satisfactory fucking (or whatever she
would call it, as she isn’t allowed to use that word), he then goes off happily
to find my daughter and my phone. Err, her daughter and her phone.

I take this opportunity to shower and change into something
suitable. She has zero casual clothes so I go for a plain black pair of pants
and a white shirt. Boring, boring, boring. But I am thrilled to find a whole
separate closet full of Louboutins. Ah, something we finally have in common. I
slip into a pair of plain black patents and sit on the bed once again, trying
to get back home. I wonder why I can’t do it. Is it because I am in her body so
she is the one who wields the power to switch us back? It has to be, I think
with a sinking feeling that my life compared to hers must be like a holiday for
her. Spring Break in Miami. She probably doesn’t want to come back here. Even
if she realizes that she is the one to switch us back, but that probably hasn’t
even occurred to her. I sigh as the door opens and Cassis walks in warily.

“Father said you wanted to see me and to give you this.” She
holds out the phone and I take it with a smile. Locked of course, dammit. I
frown and say, “What’s the code?” not really caring if it makes me sound like a
nutjob.

She frowns back and says, “2277. Are you sure you should be
up and about, Mother? You are clearly not in your right frame of mind.”