The pleasure soared so high Vane didn’t know how he found the control to stop at the first “harder” that came out of Moss’s lips. Stilling inside Moss, he glared down at his lover’s flushed face. “What did I tell you, Moss? You are allowed to reply.”
“I–I couldn’t speak,” Moss replied almost incoherently. “Please, Master…Vane…I need.”
“What you need doesn’t matter. It’s what I want that counts.”
Vane pulled his dick out Moss’s body. Moss’s passage squeezed him, as if trying to keep him inside, but Vane refused to be seduced. “Be silent,” he told his human.
Abandoning the bed, Vane stalked to the bookcase and retrieved a random tome. Still naked, he padded to the armchair and sat down. It seemed to be an erotic encyclopedia of sorts. Vane leafed through the pages. He didn’t really understand anything he read, the painful need emanating from Moss so powerful it overwhelmed his senses. Occasionally, the drawings drew his interest, and he imagined using some of the positions on Moss, once his human learned how to behave.
When he felt Moss’s desire escalate to almost unbearable proportions, Vane abandoned the book and returned to the bed. Moss’s muscles strained against the bindings as he struggled to be still, and Vane smirked to himself. “Have you learned your lesson, my beauty? Nod if you understand.”
Moss nodded hastily, far too rushed for Vane’s taste. “Look at me, Moss. Do you now realize what I want?”
The question went beyond this night, and Moss’s eyes filled with tears. Nevertheless, he nodded, determination chasing some of the lust away. A weight lifted off Vane’s chest. Perhaps Moss truly did want him.
Emotions mixed with desires, and Vane could no longer keep his instincts at bay. Once more, he lifted Moss’s legs and thrust back in his human’s welcoming heat. He began a punishing rhythm, the motions so fast and powerful the bed creaked and hit the wall. Vane couldn’t have cared less. He’d pay for the damages if needed.
Harder and faster, he fucked Moss, taking what he’d wanted for so long. In his mind, the memory of a young human fidgeting on his study chair at Clavar reemerged. From that very moment, Vane had instinctively known he’d never be able to let go of Moss. Even when they’d been physically parted, Vane’s heart had always been with the human.
Vane’s fangs lowered, the need to feed taking hold of him, bloodlust burning hot and bright inside him. He sped up even more, wanting to get as close to Moss as possible, to possess the human so utterly Moss would never forget who he belonged to.
When the need could no longer be contained, Vane struck, the white column of Moss’s neck his sweet target. The moment Moss’s delicious blood hit his taste buds, Vane’s orgasm erupted out of him. Sex and blood—bed and breakfast—or rather, a new lover, a new companion. Lust and instinct blended with genuine emotion, all because of Moss, Vane’s human, addiction, and obsession. The climax went on and on, draining him, exorcising every fear he’d once had. All the barriers between him and Moss collapsed, and Vane could see exactly how the human felt. There were no more doubts, just certainty and complete acceptance, the understanding of Vane’s nature as clear as the emotions in Moss’s heart. Liquid heat splashed against his stomach, and a new wave of pleasure swept over Vane with Moss’s orgasm.
The urge came to him so naturally and so beautifully Vane accepted it at once. In his mind, he saw their life threads, his red, bloody, and eternal, and Moss’s pure, golden, but ephemeral. Perhaps he should have asked. Perhaps he shouldn’t risk it. But the thought of ever being parted from Moss was unbearable. He’d been granted a chance to unite their destinies, and he wouldn’t refuse it. With just a thought, Vane entwined the two threads, binding them together for all time. Moss came to him openly, absorbing the knowledge and accepting it.
In that moment, it finally dawned to Vane how foolish he had been. Nothing could break such a bond. Had he accepted it from the very beginning, had he not tried to deny himself, he and Moss would have never been separated in the first place. Because now, he would sooner cut his own arm off that truly hurt the human. They were one, in every sense of the word.
He didn’t know how long it lasted, how long they were lost together in the haze of ecstasy. When it was finally over and Vane began to recover, he realized with alarm he might’ve fed too much from Moss. He licked the wound, stopping the blood flow. Thankfully, Moss’s heartbeat still sounded hard and steady, or as steady at it could be after a session of mind-numbing sex.
Vane removed his spent cock from Moss’s body and looked at his lover’s face. Moss gave him a sleepy smile, but his eyes were clear and calm. “I understand now,” he whispered.
Vane couldn’t help but smile back. “I don’t remember saying you could speak,” he teased.
Moss’s eyes widened, but his shaft twitched against Vane’s thigh. Vane laughed and released Moss from the bindings created through his own power. “Later, my beauty. Remember your transgression when I next fuck your mouth.”
“I can’t wait,” Moss said as he cuddled against Vane. “That was amazing.”
Vane couldn’t agree more, although he didn’t say it. Instead he pulled his now-lover close and, on impulse, pressed a kiss to Moss’s sweaty forehead. They remained like for a few seconds before Moss stirred once more. Vane felt his human’s restlessness and asked, “What is it, Moss?”
Moss shifted against Vane, his naked body rubbing against Vane’s own. “Vane. Back then…I felt something in my mind. What happened?”
“I tied our life threads together,” Vane replied. “For as long as I live, you shall as well.”
Vane waited for Moss to be overwhelmed by the enormity of the change, but instead, Moss bit his lip and asked, “So you’ll never leave me again?”
Vane shook his head and grinned, even if Moss’s uncertainty made his heart constrict. They still had so much to get past, and so much to find out about each other. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Moss. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
They didn’t spend too much time on the brothel bed. With the edge off, Vane could think more clearly, and he wanted to take Moss to his house and make a mess out of him in a more appropriate environment.
Of course, it took far too long for them to dress since some of Moss’s clothing had ended up torn and destroyed. With Moss naked and so tempting, it stood to reason they ended up in bed again.
But when at last they managed to clean up and be decent, a question emerged in Vane’s mind. “How did you find me anyway?”
“I had help.” Moss paused, as if uncertain. “I got a letter from Kier, suggesting you might be here.”
Vane couldn’t believe his ears. Moss had been contacted by Kier? Why? Where was Kier now? “Seriously? When?”
“A little over a month ago,” Moss answered. “My uncle brought it with him.”
So they had indeed found Douglas Hayden. Why hadn’t they contacted him? Was Aran closing in on their trail?
It concerned Vane that Kier knew of his location in the first place. Sure enough, his friend could’ve simply guessed his desire to be as close as possible to Moss, but Vane suspected there was more to it than that. And if Kier could find out, so could Aran.
Perhaps he’d been correct about his assessment of the Courtesans’ Guild. No matter how careful he’d been, someone would make the connection sooner or later. Vane had lingered in the Outbred Islands too long.
With renewed determination, Vane began to form a plan in his head. Grinning at his lover, he asked, “How do you feel about a little quest?”
At first, Moss looked surprised, but then excitement swelled in his eyes. “I can’t wait.”
That night, Vane and Moss left the Outbred Islands into the unknown. They’d have quite a difficult time in finding their friends with so little to go on, but as long as he had Moss by his side, he’d do it. Perhaps, one day, they could begin a new life together, safe from everything and away from all their enemies. For now, he would be thankful and never allow anyone to part them again.<
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THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A native Romanian, Scarlet was born in 1986 and grew up an avid fan of Karl May and Jules Verne, reading fantasy stories and adventure. Later, when she was out of fantasy stories to read, she delved into her mother's collection of book and of course, stumbled onto romance.
As a writer though, Scarlet Hyacinth was born one sunny summer day, when a dear friend of hers - the same friend who introduced her to GLBT fiction - proposed they start writing a story of their own. As it turns out, the two friends never did finish that particular story, but Scarlet discovered she had a knack for writing and ended up starting to write individually. And so, between working on her dissertation, studying for exams and reading yaoi manga, she started writing the Kaldor Saga. Along the way, Scarlet met a lot of wonderful people who supported her, and in the end she found her story a home and in the process, fulfilled a beautiful dream.
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