The Other Switch (The Forever Series, Book 7.5): The Forever series, Book 7.5

The Other Switch (The Forever Series, Book 7.5): The Forever series, Book 7.5 Read Free

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Author: Eve Newton
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    “Fuck,” he says. “I want to taste you.” He drops his own fangs and takes a bite out of her, which sends me over the edge. “Oh yes,” he groans as he pulls back. “You are addictive,” he mutters as he comes inside me . Yes, this is me. I plan on staying here. If I can feel this every day, I want to stay. I will face The Thirteen again and defeat him easily and anything else her life throws up. She can have mine, Empire be damned. She already has her sire where she wants him so the only thing I need from this life now is my sweet Sebastian. Everything else doesn’t matter.

Chapter 2
    I awake in this strange bed with these god-awful sheets, alone. I peer at the clock and it is only 4:45 AM.
    “Cole?” I call for him. I want him to make love to me again like he did the five times last night.
    He comes in from the bathroom, wet and sexy, and I want him right now. “What is it, baby? Did you have another dream?”
    What is this dream thing all about? “No, I want you. Come back to bed,” I say to him.
    He chuckles. “Insatiable little thing, aren’t you? I wish I didn’t have to say no, but I have to get going.”
    I frown at him. “You are saying ‘no’ to me?” I am not used to being denied.
    He frowns back at me and my tone. “Liv, sweetie. I have to go to work. You know that.”
    Work? He works? She lets him swan off at this ungodly hour to work? I will never understand this woman.
    “Fine. Go and work,” I say in a mood now and he crosses over to me in an instant.
    “Don’t be like that with me,” he says and he kisses me. “I will make it up to you when I get home, I promise.”
    I cheer up at that thought. Oh, I can get him to make it up to me in ways his young Vampire self has never even thought about. “You had better,” I say. “Or I will be most unhappy.”
    “Well, I wouldn’t want that.” He kisses me again with the most delicious half smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “Go back to sleep, now. It is still early for you.”
    I nod as he tucks me back under the sheet, and I feign sleep as he bustles about getting dressed.
    He is her charge and I want what he can give me. I find it incredible. But then, he isn’t her only charge, I think with a wicked smile. Maybe it is time to embrace the life of this woman and go and see Devon. He is gorgeous and older than Cole. I’d say around five hundred years or so. I am sure he can also give me what I am looking for. He says he is in love with her and she says she loves him in their messages together. I can find out just how much once I touch him and when he touches me. I shiver at the thought as Cole kisses my forehead before he leaves. I sigh. I could get used to this life. It doesn’t seem she has any regiment whatsoever. She is free to do as she pleases, with whomever she pleases. She has no regular feedings, which, while that is irresponsible, it is quite liberating. I haven’t fed this body since I got here. I suppose I should, really. There is no one insisting she do things the right way, and no servants milling about. To my great sadness, it also appears she has no daughter. I do miss my Cassis. I hate the argument we had about that awful man she insists on being with. Everyone thinks he is so wonderful, but I don’t see it. He is too perfect. She is the only thing I will mourn if I don’t get back to my life. Everyone else is here with the added benefit of not one, but two charges. And speaking of, time to go and find charge number two.
     
    Having the presence of mind, I go to shower first. I can only imagine the reaction when they sense each other on her skin, and it is probably not the best way to encourage sex. I find a suitable outfit to pull on. I have seen her style from the photos on her phone and I can only assume I am magicking up these outfits from her own wardrobe, wherever that is. It certainly isn’t here. Which reminds me, I still don’t know where I am. I saunter over to the side table with the

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