by V L Moon
God, he was glad they weren’t human. Both races were equally matched in strength and speed so Tobias knew he couldn’t hurt Roman physically. He was doubly glad there was no need for protection as both races were immune to human disease.
The burn of Roman’s dark heat, and the constricting squeeze of taut muscles gripping him while they rutted and fucked was driving him wild. The smack of flesh against flesh soon drowned out the drone of the plane engines as they thrashed wildly, tearing at each other’s flesh in a frantic need to get that little bit closer. Moans and grunts of exertion peppered the air. Tobias thrust violently, burying himself deeper and harder between Roman’s thighs. In turn, Roman clawed at his skin, marking Tobias.
Tobias dragged his face up to kiss him hard. “Take me,” Tobias growled. The reflection of his eyes showed bright in Roman’s glare. The vampire needed no second invitation. Roman struck with brutal force, his fangs sliding deep into the vein. It was everything Tobias remembered and more. Overcome, Tobias also bit, driving his wolf’s fangs deep within Roman’s shoulder.
With Roman at his throat and the feel of his cock slipping in and out of Roman’s sweet ass, Tobias lost all sense of control. His orgasm hit hard, spilling into Roman, filling him deep while Tobias continued to fuck him. He couldn’t stop, and as his seed spilled out around them, Roman came with a blood curdling roar. Blooded, torn and emotionally spent, both males collapsed on the bed. The ensuing silence unsettled Tobias, and he turned to face a startled looking Roman. He cupped the vampire’s face tentatively as if he were made of the finest bone china.
Roman’s eyes shone brightly, glistening and dazed. “Roman?” Tobias asked, moving his lips over the vampire’s cheek, down along his jaw line until he met his mouth. The kiss was tender. Tobias moaned softly at the exquisite flavor of the male. Their tongues danced languidly, rolling, dipping and suckling until Tobias’s need for breath broke them apart.
Eyes wide, they stared at each other. Tobias felt the tidal wave of emotions running through Roman as though they were his own. Each thought played like shadows in Roman’s eyes. He wanted this—wanted Tobias as much as Tobias wanted him. Something had changed. The feelings he’d felt earlier had somehow shifted, deepened in intensity. Beneath his skin, fur bristled, and Roman shuddered as though he felt the soft pelt against his skin.
Tobias’s breath hitched and stilled in his chest. His heart raced when he lifted his fingers to trace the mark left by his bite. At the same time, Roman hesitantly stroked over the rapidly beating vein in Tobias’s neck. They’d marked each other, and in the height of their arousal, claimed the other as their own. They were joined.
The wolf in Tobias snarled, and Tobias leaned in to rub his nose along the back of Roman’s ear. He scented the male. Roman wrapped his leg around Tobias and held him close. “I wanted this…wanted you. I have since the first time we met. God, Roman. I’m sorry. The wolf part of me claimed you; made you ours.” Tobias shifted, tried to leave the bed. A hundred different thoughts stampeded through his head, but the only one loud enough to fully register was the thought that maybe Roman didn’t feel the same.
For all of his bravado and cockiness, Tobias had never come across another to taunt him or his wolf the way Roman did. All it took was a look and Tobias and his wolf were hooked. Roman was—he was everything Tobias had ever longed for. It wasn’t just his smoldering looks, or the sight of all that hard toned flesh that turned Tobias to mush. It was the strength of his will mixed with his ability to show compassion and love. In truth, it scared the hell out of him, but it had his wolf baying for more.
Cool, strong arms wrapped around Tobias. Both he and his wolf practically purred at the comfort of Roman’s touch. ”I can feel your wolf; feel your fear. What happened to the cocky male who just seduced me? Tobias, don’t run from this. From me. Whatever this is between us, it’s special. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before; don’t tarnish it with fear and doubt.”
Roman’s words sounded so heartfelt that Tobias sank into his arms. He couldn’t deny their union. They’d mated, claimed each other. Even though they were from different species, Tobias had made sure Roman belonged to no one but him.
“I know this has happened fast, maybe too fast for you but…” Roman cut short Tobias’s words with a gentle kiss to the lips.
“I know what I want, Toby. We aren’t human or children. We don’t have the same genetic make-up. I know what I feel. It’s simple, or it is for me. I’m vampire Tobias; our feelings are magnified. Being bound to you comes at a risk to us both; we did this to each other willingly. Please Tobias; please don’t turn away from me now.”
Everything Tobias had ever hoped for in a mate was delivered in those few whispered words. Pulling Roman in against him, Tobias kissed him long and hard. “Never will I turn away from you. I know this has all happened crazy fast, but I can’t help how I feel about you. It won’t be easy with the distance between us, but we will find a way to be together,” Tobias promised brushing his lips across Roman-s soft mouth. All of his life Tobias had been alone, but the future held Roman
After the mysterious disappearance of his younger brother, Khad, his parent’s had become distant. The loss of their youngest child had sucked the life out of his mother and turned his father’s heart into a slab of stone. The years following his brother’s disappearance had been hard on both Tobias and the pack.
His father ruled using his status as Alpha to ensure the safety of the pack always took precedence over everything else. And, although his parents stayed together swearing they knew Khad was still alive, something inside of them had died. Their once open ability to love was something Tobias remembered; he missed it still. Even though he’d grown up, worked as an emissary for his pack and held the vaunted position of Beta to his father, Tobias still pinned for the warmth of his parents’ love.
Tobias knew next to nothing about Roman; nonetheless, he couldn’t deny what his wolf or his heart was telling him. Whatever was happening between them felt right. Everything about Roman, from his looks to the way he melded against Tobias, felt as though they were meant to be together. The connection between them burned so brightly there was no point in denying it or fighting it.
He held Roman against him, their legs entwining together with Roman’s thigh wedged up against the length of Tobias’s thickening shaft. “Again so soon?” Roman chuckled when Tobias started to grind against him.
“You do something to me; to me and my wolf. You make our blood boil. Your smell, the taste of you, it consumes me and drives the wolf in me wild. I’ve never had trouble holding back the shift between forms, but you—you make it so damned hard,” Tobias explained.
Roman’s eyes widened like pools of liquid jade, so dark and deep Tobias felt the pull of his stare drawing him in. Almost as if Roman drank from his very soul. “That’s not the only thing I’m making hard is it my wolf?” Roman’s hand slipped down along Tobias’s side. Fingertips brushed over his heated, damp flesh. They dipped into the curve of his hip and then trailed around to slide up the sheath of his sex. Tobias’s whimper turned into a growl when the tip of Roman’s index finger played over the slit in his cock, spreading the single beading pearl of pre-cum over the pulsing head.
Tobias threw back his head. His hips rose of their own accord, imploring Roman for more. The vampire obliged willingly, sending Tobias’s mind into a maelstrom of sensational bliss when his mouth landed on skin and headed south. Starting from the hollow of his throat, Roman sucked, kissed, bit and laved a trail down to where Tobias’s cock lay swollen and hard. He teased, dipping his tongue in and around the tip of the shaft. Tobias had never felt so needy of another’s touch. Roman was killing him. The wet heat of his tongue scorched Tobias’s flesh as he played down the smooth shaft then swirled a wet trail over the flesh of his perineum. Tobias saw stars, and his cock jumped, threatening to explode before he’d even had a chance to fill Roman’s mouth the way he wanted.
Tobias‘s head thrashed from side to
side. One hand fisted the sheets while the other gripped the silky strands of Roman’s hair. “Tell me what you want, my wolf. Is it this?” Roman asked and sucked his balls into the heat of his mouth. Tobias roared and snapped his hips up clear off of the bed.
“Or this?” Roman released him with a pop and then ran his tongue down the crevice of Tobias’s ass. He taunted the tight rim of his hole, tasting Tobias and moaning as he did so. Slight pressure, and then the oh-so-sweet glide of warm wet heat. Tobias almost lost it. Roman tongue fucked him, adding a finger gently into the slickened heat of his ass. Relentlessly, he began to pump in and out of him, torturing Tobias who writhed beneath his skilled touch panting and pleading for more.
“So good. Fuck, Romy, you’re killing me. Please, fuck me or suck me, I need to cum inside you now.” Tobias begged, giving in to the need.
Roman’s lustful, dark gaze lifted from between Tobias’s thighs. It bore into him, searing a place into his heart. Creator help me. Tobias thought, knowing he’d fallen fast and hard for the exotic looking male. “It would be a pleasure, Toby” Roman promised before engulfing Tobias’s cock.
He worked the whole length, adding a roll of his tongue to the tip. Tobias barely registered his own strangled moans over the rush of his pulse pounding in his ears. He was so close. His cock pulsed, thickening inside Roman’s mouth. The male moaned, sucking Tobias faster and harder, twisting at the sensitive cleft of flesh just below the tip.
Tobias growled as his balls tightened. His mouth opened, and a low rolling howl rented the room as his orgasm struck with such force it spilled from Roman’s mouth to cover Tobias’s abs and balls. Roman drank him in, devouring what Tobias offered until the last tremor left him breathless and limp. Without hesitation, his vampire then proceeded to clean Tobias using his tongue. Roman laved over each salty pearl of his seed until there was nothing left except glistening skin.
“That mouth is going to be the death of me vampire,” Tobias moaned, pulling Roman up against his chest, where he nestled as though it had always been so easy between them. He buried his face in Roman’s hair and breathed in the male’s intoxicating scent.
“But what a way to go, huh, wolf?” Roman whispered, draping his leg and an arm over Tobias.
Tobias felt the smile pressed against his chest. It made his heart soar and calmed his inner wolf. They needed to talk, but with hours left of the flight between Rome and the U.S., Tobias relaxed. They could use the rest. He didn’t have a clue how the time difference would affect Roman, if at all. They were going back on themselves and should land just as night was falling. Then, it would be another two hours or more of driving before they met his father.
Tobias wasn’t sure how his father would react to the news he was bound to Roman, but he’d face whatever he had too head on for the male in his arms. If his father didn’t like it, he’d leave, throw in his lot and seek asylum with the vampire’s king. From what Tobias had witnessed, Malachi Denali was no stranger to the world outside of his own enclave, unlike some of the relics he ruled. He was the undisputed King of his own race, but to the preternatural world he was seen as a legend; almost of the deity level.
The tales of his reforms spread far and wide. Whether he was aware of his reputation or not, Malachi was an icon, an exalted figurehead to their world and the next generation. Even Tobias’s father and most of the wolf hierarchy showed ardent support of Malachi's new ways. Their reverence had led to him being sent as an emissary for their pack?
Tobias hoped his father could see it within himself to offer his son the same respect and be happy over his choice of mate. He sighed, knowing the problems he and Roman faced. The distance between them would be hard, especially due to their bond. He’d heard stories concerning the ferocious temperament of bonded vampires and knew without doubt that bonded wolves didn’t fare well without the mental link and warmth of their mate. But he was strong, and if what he sensed of Roman’s will was accurate, nothing bar a lobotomy would get through the walls of his vampire’s mind.
“You got that right,” Roman moaned, nuzzling into the soft downy hair that dusted his chest. “Get some sleep, pup. I might need a little liquid refreshment before I face your pack. Never met an Alpha before and something tells me he isn’t going to like the fact his son is all loved up over a vampire.” Roman turned in Tobias’s arms dragging him along for the ride until he spooned tight against the line of Roman’s spine. The swell of his ass curved perfectly into the well of Tobias’s lap. His cock twitched and flared to life, thickening until it lay wedged between them.
“Keep that thought, pup; I like the suggestion of feeding from there.” Tobias gulped; he’d never thought to see a day he’d be lost for words. But, he’d also never imagined a day when he’d be feeding a vampire from the hot thrumming vein pulsing between his thighs. He smiled, mostly at the visual playing through his head and then closed his eyes. Placing his lips to the nape of Roman’s neck, he let the heavy weight of sleep drag him into a peaceful slumber.
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Chapter Eight
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Anchorage, Alaska
Darkness swamped him. Like a rolling, thick fog, it clouded his memories; swirled and seeped into every crevice of his disillusioned mind, distorting his dreams. Free falling into a blackened abyss of longing and desperation, his hands balled into fists. Fingernails embedded deep within the soft fleshy mounds of his palms as he fought against the nightmare. Fear, raw and untainted, coursed through his veins and trickled down his spine. It tunneled into his sleeping consciousness, an invading vine of malcontent that shot tendrils of unease through his system.
And then, feather light caresses teased all along the veins in his throat. Warmth shoved against the darkness. Confused and disorientated by the sudden shift in the dream’s direction, Copi struggled, and then his body relaxed despite the lingering disquiet. Soothing heat enveloped his mind, washing over him in waves of erotic bliss. Copi groaned, clasping tightly to the seductive pulsation of intoxicating need. He drew it closer; he couldn’t—wouldn’t let go.
The sensuality of the invasion electrified Copi’s senses, causing him to grasp at his throat when the unmistakable power of another’s touch claimed dominion over the beat in his vein. Without warning, emptiness shrouded the realm of his mind. Copi’s eyes snapped open searching…for what?
Sitting bolt upright in his overlarge bed, Copi failed, at first, to register his surroundings or the sunlight streaming through the open windows. All he managed to catalog at the moment was the amazing scent hanging heavy in the air. Vanilla mixed with the seductive scent of wood smoke. It clung to his skin, seeping into his every pore until his sex ached from the want of his partner’s touch.
“Vischeral.”
His name, a mere whisper upon Copi’s lips, sent shockwaves of pleasure down through his sweat slickened body, ending at the tip of the hardened cock lying heavy in his lap. Flopping back into the bed, he groaned in agitation at the fire that pulsated in his lions; a long hard throb that refused point blank to dissipate. It left him vexed and restless.
His hand traversed the length of his shaft. Roughly, he palmed himself and swept the pad of his thumb over the broad, thickly ridged tip. His hips bucked of their own volition, rolled in rhythm to the pumping action of his hand. Fisting his free hand in the sheet, he yanked it toward him. The scent it released caused his pupils to dilate. Curses blistered the air as his partner’s forgotten tee shirt sprang free from the tangled bed clothes.
Too far gone to give a fuck how it had gotten there—again, he held it to his face and inhaled the intoxicating aroma. Greedily, he drank in the darkness of Vischeral’s erotic essence, letting it saturate his every sense. It brought a guttural growl of longing and need from deep in his chest. His strokes became more frantic. He ground his jaw hard when the tension balled up like a raging inferno within him. Anger and confusion spiraled up to mix with the heat of his climax.
Burying his face deeply in the soft cotton holdin
g Vischeral’s exotic scent, Copi abandoned all hope of salvation and roared his release. His body convulsed with each orgasmic tremor stemming from the ache in his loins.
Breathless and angry, Copi slung the black shirt across the room. He didn’t know why he bothered; the damned thing would somehow end up back in his fucking bed when he next slept. He’d had it for two nights and every time he woke up, it was tangled in the sheets. Was he sleepwalking? Did the damn thing have legs?
He glared at it, lying crumpled in the corner. He should give it back to its owner. But, every time he picked it up to take it back, he got a queasy feeling in his stomach. Wouldn’t the dark bastard get a fucking kick out of his pansy ass lusting after his damn shirt? Copi’s hand balled into a fist. He had to man the fuck up and stop the ridiculous mooning over his partner before he slipped up in front of the big bastard and did something irrevocably stupid. Like kiss him or some shit. He stood up off the mattress, and once again, his gaze was drawn to the tee. With a vile oath, he slammed his fist hard into the solid wooden beam that ran up alongside his bed. The bones in his hand crunched.
“Fuck you, Vischeral bloody Bourne.” Trembling with anger, he leaned his forehead against the coolness of the knotted pine beam. Breathing deep and slow, he tried to regain some semblance of normality, but as hard as he tried, all he felt was anger. Alaska was supposed to be a new start, an end to the psychosis.
Anger at the weakness he felt around Bourne consumed him. He’d always strived very hard to keep his sexuality under wraps. He’d been in Alaska less than a fucking month, and his partner, with all of the arrogance and charm of a rattle snake, obliterated just about every wall of self-preservation he’d ever built. Padding barefoot and naked around the room, he stripped the bed ridding it of his guilty obsession with his partner. After placing his clothes and the remnants of his morning’s handy work into the laundry hamper, he made his way to the bathroom. He hoped a long hot shower would clear the fog dwelling in his head.