Omega’s Vampire Bodyguard: Tenebrae Brothers Book 2

by Oakley, Hawke

  My grip tightened on him and I forced myself to cool off, to clear my head.

  This is to help Caleb, I reminded myself. It’s fine to enjoy the experience, but don’t let it get to you. Think of it as a business transaction.

  “Then let’s begin,” I said.

  Still holding Caleb’s legs, I inched my hips closer to his body. The tip of my cock touched his hole, which leaked fluid. Caleb squirmed and made a small noise in the back of his throat I could only assume was from pleasure.

  The space between us closed as I pushed slowly deeper into him. Caleb’s breath caught. He shut his eyes and let the wave of pleasure wash over him as my cock filled his hole.

  “Tell me how you feel,” I demanded.

  “Good,” he breathed.

  His cheeks were a brighter pink than I’d ever seen before. Sweat beaded at his forehead. We’d barely begun and he was already so deep into a state of arousal.

  “Shall I continue?”

  His eyes snapped open. “Yes! I mean, please.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “Very well.”

  The hot, tight heat enveloped my cock as I plunged further into Caleb. Pleasure wormed its way through my body, like tendrils shooting out from the base of my spine. My skin prickled, electrified. I’d forgotten just how good it felt to do this.

  Caleb had lost himself. He threw his head back on the pillow, breathing hard and staring at me with glassy eyes. His entire body dripped with sweat, and every inch of his skin was hot.

  “Need… more,” he panted.

  It still wasn’t enough. I knew to fully be sated, he would need to be knotted - and impregnated - by an alpha. I was only able to do one of those things. While I couldn’t - and didn’t want to - give him a child, I could definitely give him my knot.

  I pulled my cock out, then slammed into Caleb. He let out a sharp cry, which melted into a moan. A hot rush of gratification shot through me.

  “Yes, fuck,” Caleb said.

  I let my urges take over. My hips moved naturally on their own, back and forth, building a rhythm as I fucked Caleb. All the while I gripped the soft skin of his thighs, pushing his legs back to give me easier access. From the crazed look in his eyes, I knew he was enjoying this as much - if not more - than I was.

  “Oh god,” Caleb groaned. His chest heaved with every breath. “Adriel…”

  “Enjoying yourself?” I asked. To my surprise, my breath was a bit husky.

  Savor this, I told myself. But not too much. This is just sex. Nothing more.

  “Yeah,” he mumbled. He was too dazed to reply further.

  “Should I keep fucking your hole?”

  That made him gasp and shudder sharply. “Yes, please.”

  A growl built in my throat as I increased my speed and ferocity. My cock slammed deeper inside of Caleb, which he told me he enjoyed with his frantic cries of pleasure. He grasped the headboard behind him so hard his knuckles turned white.

  The onslaught of pleasure made my mind foggy. The scent of Caleb’s musky heat and the sight of his body arched so beautifully turned me into a feral beast who thought only of fucking. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been lost in a haze of lust like this.

  My eyes snapped to Caleb’s cock, fully erect and straining against his stomach. The instant I grabbed it, he yelped.

  “Oh my god, no, Adriel, if you do that - “

  He didn’t even have time to finish his sentence before his eyes rolled back and he cried out. Cum shot out of his cock in thick ropes that coated his skin. The sight of it made my own cock twitch violently inside his ass.

  But it wasn’t over. After the orgasm subsided, his cock was still solid in my hand. His heat made him insatiable.

  Caleb whimpered. “You just made me cum…”

  “And I’ll do it again,” I promised with a growl.

  He gasped again as I pumped his dick in slow, languid motions, the opposite of the rapid and deep way I fucked his ass. The chaotic feelings of pleasure made Caleb writhe uncontrollably.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna - “

  He came again, harder this time. He yelled as his body went taut and cum splattered over my hand and his stomach. Then his back collapsed on the bed, but his dick remained hard.

  He sobbed. “I can’t… It feels so good.”

  “Do you still want my knot?” I asked.

  His energy returned to him at once. “Yes, fuck, please. It’s all I care about. I need your knot, Adriel.”

  I shuddered. It was time. This was the entire reason we’d done this in the first place - to hopefully sate some of Caleb’s primal need.

  Thankfully, he was slick enough to take it. All I needed to do was give it a little extra push. Caleb gritted his teeth.

  “Relax,” I told him. “It will hurt less.”

  He whimpered.

  I glanced down at myself. The bright red bulb of my bare knot contrasted starkly with the rest of my clothed lower half. The condom covered my dick, but not the knot, so Caleb would get the entire experience of it.

  “It’s quite large,” I warned him. “Tell me you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready for your knot, Adriel, please,” Caleb begged. His thighs trembled. “I need it so badly.”

  His slick hole still clamped down on my dick. To calm him down, I grasped his cock and pumped it in slow, gentle movements. Caleb sighed and loosened some of the tension gripping his body.

  Then, while he was distracted, I popped my knot inside of him in one quick motion.

  Caleb’s head rolled back and he let out a long, drawn out moan. He let go of the headboard. His limbs turned to jelly.

  “Shit,” he groaned.

  “How is it?” I asked.

  A satisfied grin lit up his face. “Better than any toy.”

  “I should hope so,” I replied.

  As I stared down at the sight of us, our bodies connected as one, a strange feeling came over me. Something completely different than lust or arousal.

  A feeling that scared me.

  I pushed the unnerving thought from my mind and focused back on the task at hand, which wasn’t too difficult since Caleb was now trying to push himself deeper onto my cock.

  “Still not enough for you?” I teased.

  “No,” he whined. He bit his lip like he wanted to ask me a question.

  “What is it? Speak.”

  His face flushed deeper, if that was even possible. “Can you, um... fuck me with your knot?”

  To answer his question, I pulled my knot out of him with a pop, paused a moment, then thrust it back inside him. Caleb let out a whiny moan.

  “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Like that.”

  “Brace yourself,” I ordered.

  He nodded, then was met with a rush of thrusts, deep and hard. My knot filled him, then pulled out only to fuck him again. The size of my knot must have been stretching his hole because Caleb cried out with every thrust like he was going crazy. My pants were already ruined by the amount of wet slick gushing out of him, but the fluid allowed me to fuck him easily. Without it, it would be impossible for him to take my knot this way.

  The pleasure building inside me had almost reached a breaking point. I knew neither of us could keep this up forever. Caleb must have been tired after multiple orgasms and being fucked for this long. I, too, felt the pull of my own orgasm and I couldn’t ignore it for much longer.

  “Caleb,” I said. “I’m going to cum soon.”

  He nodded vigorously, too crazed with arousal to reply.

  “Have you had enough of my knot yet?” I asked.

  “No, but... I’m starting to get tired,” he admitted.

  “I see,” I said. “Then hold on just a bit longer.”

  My rhythm picked up once more, fast and deep. At the same time, I took Caleb’s twitching cock into my fist to amp up his pleasure. His head rolled to the side and he moaned, almost completely spent. I felt a flash of mental satisfaction - if this didn’t sate his
heat for a while, I would be disappointed in myself.

  “Adriel,” Caleb moaned. “Please…”

  A shudder ran down my spine. His voice was so small and helpless. The strange feeling from earlier returned, stronger, flaring up like a fanned flame.

  I wanted to protect Caleb.

  But I also wanted something else - and I was too afraid to find out what it meant.

  “Adriel,” Caleb’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Let’s cum together.”

  I exhaled a shaky breath. “Yes.”

  The buildup grew more and more frenzied. My hand felt every twitch of Caleb’s cock, and my own cock inside of him throbbed almost painfully. I plunged my knot past his tight hole and into the deepest part of his ass. Caleb let out a frustrated moan.

  My orgasm slammed into me. Hot jets of cum spurted out of my cock, almost endlessly, and filled the condom. At the same time, Caleb tensed and came for a third time, adding to the pooling cum on his stomach.

  We stayed connected for a long time. Caleb breathed heavily. The room was filled with the scent of his sweat and sex. My head felt foggy. I didn’t know if it was the aftershocks of my orgasm, or something else.

  “Oh my god,” Caleb murmured. “That was really intense. I can’t believe that just happened.”

  Thankfully, the swelling of my knot went down enough for me to slip out of Caleb. I ripped the condom off and tossed it into a bin without looking at it.

  “Let me clean this up,” I muttered at the mess of Caleb’s slick on his thighs and my hands.

  When I returned with tissues and a damp cloth, Caleb stayed still and let me clean him.

  “How do you feel?” I asked calmly.

  “Like I just died,” he said with a laugh.

  “I’m serious, Caleb. Do you feel sated at all?”

  “Oh, uh. Yeah, I do,” he said, smiling. “For now, at least. But the first day is always the worst. I should be able to deal with it myself with some toys.” His eyes flickered away and he bit his lip shyly. “Unless you want to do this again.”

  “We’ll see,” I said, but a panicked feeling rose in my chest. I had no intention of having sex with him again. In fact, I wanted to leave his room as soon as possible without arousing his suspicion.

  He frowned a bit as I got up and wiped my pants clean, but he didn’t say anything.

  “If you’re fine by yourself, I think I’ll tend to some work,” I told him.

  “Yeah, that’s okay,” Caleb replied. He hesitated, then added awkwardly, “Thanks for… this.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said.

  I turned stiffly and left the room, closing the door behind me without another word. Eager to put some distance between us, I hurried back to my own room. Now that my lust had faded away, the haze in my mind cleared and I was left with the strange feeling eating me up inside.

  I liked sex with Caleb. More than I should have, even for an alpha around an omega in heat. The thought terrified me. The protective instinct that I’d felt during the attempted robbery was back in full force, laced with a layer of care. That’s what I’d experienced during sex.

  It was dangerous. I couldn’t let it continue.

  I could not fall in love with Caleb. I refused.

  But one night of sex, with a condom, was fine. I repeated that in my mind, over and over, until I half-believed it. It was fun while it lasted, but it was over now.

  It had to be.

  10

  Caleb

  Adriel and I hadn’t spoken properly since the night we had sex. We made small talk and went on like nothing happened, but I could sense the awkward tautness in the air like a vibrating string.

  Something was wrong, and once again, Adriel wasn’t talking to me about it.

  I wanted to rip my hair out in frustration. I thought that finally we had things under control. I thought I had everything I wanted - a stable, if weird, relationship with Adriel, and one smoking hot night of sex.

  In the end, I got what I wanted - but it didn’t last. As soon as it was over, Adriel left, and he’d been quiet ever since.

  Acting as if he wanted nothing to do with me.

  Fine, I thought bitterly. If that’s what he wants, I can do that, too.

  I was about to head downstairs to eat something when a knock at the door and a voice caught my attention. Adriel answered it. Pierce stood in the threshold with a worried expression that instantly made the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

  “Yes?” Adriel said.

  “I assume Caleb is here,” Pierce replied.

  “He is,” Adriel said stiffly. “What business do you have?”

  I could tell from Pierce’s tone that he was annoyed with Adriel.

  That makes two of us, I thought.

  “Benji is sick,” Pierce said. “He wants his brother.”

  My stomach flipped. Benji’s sick?

  “Is he all right?” Adriel asked softly.

  Pierce’s mouth tightened. “He’s fine. But he wants Caleb for support.”

  I knew what was going on. Benji was finally in his third trimester, and that meant his half-vampire child’s craving for blood was getting to him. Benji would need to drink blood to feed his child.

  I shuddered. We’d spoken about it before, the night I first arrived at the Tenebrae mansion, but now that it was finally happening… it all seemed like a surreal dream.

  Not able to sit and eavesdrop any longer, I bolted downstairs to meet Pierce. “What’s going on?”

  Pierce summoned us to follow him as we left for the mansion, where Benji was waiting for me. “Benji requires blood for the baby.”

  “Oh,” I said. “I see.”

  “It can’t be helped,” Pierce said. “It’s necessary for the baby’s growth and survival.”

  “I know,” I replied. “I don’t judge him or anything. But it must be hard.”

  Adriel didn’t say anything. He remained silent, taking up the rear as I walked alongside Pierce. For a moment I felt a flash of jealousy. Pierce was totally, utterly normal - even for a vampire. It was so not the time to be envious of my brother’s taste in vampire boyfriend, but I couldn’t help it. He was so unlike Adriel.

  I remembered what Pierce told me earlier, about how Adriel was the most immature of all the brothers.

  He was right then, and he’s still right, I thought in irritation.

  All my annoyance at Adriel melted away when I saw Benji sitting weakly in the chair. Exhausted dark marks under his eyes contrasted starkly with his pale complexion.

  My heart stopped when I saw who else was sitting next to Benji at the table.

  Margaret.

  The air lodged in my throat, like if I breathed once Margaret would turn on me instantly. Behind me, I felt Adriel stiffen as well. He raised his hand as if he meant to put it on my shoulder, but he didn’t. He put it back at his side.

  My instincts told me to run, even though logically I knew I wouldn’t make it far.

  But Margaret wasn’t looking at me. She didn’t even care that I was standing there. All of her intense focus was on Benji.

  Was that… care in her eyes?

  This was so, so weird.

  “What are you doing here, mother?” Pierce growled at the sight of Margaret. I was secretly glad he spoke up, since nobody else said anything.

  Not even Adriel, who's supposed to protect me, I thought bitterly.

  “Oh, Pierce,” Benji said when he noticed his mate. “It’s okay. She and I were just talking.”

  “We’re all here,” Pierce told Benji. He sat in between Margaret and Benji, acting as a barrier. “Now, Theo is fetching the blood wine. Please take your time. There’s no rush.”

  “I know.”

  Forcing all other thoughts to the side, I took the seat on Benji’s other side - away from Margaret.

  My brother turned to me with wide eyes, like he was noticing my presence for the first time. I was almost offended, until he gave me a small, trembling smile. Instantly I was floode
d with sympathy. Benji was terrified. He was too afraid and sick to even speak properly.

  I hated seeing my older brother like this. He was supposed to be the strong one - he took care of me the entire time I was sick. Now it was my turn to help him.

  I took his hand and squeezed it comfortingly. Benji shut his eyes and leaned on my shoulder for a moment. Neither of us spoke.

  In the background, the vampires talked as Theo fetched the blood wine. The situation was so bizarre, but I focused on Benji to make things easier. Even with the baby bump, he still looked thinner than before. Unwell. He needed to drink this blood.

  Theo placed a glass filled with deep red liquid in front of Benji, who eyed it cautiously.

  “You can do it, Benj,” I encouraged. “Just think about your baby. That’s who you’re doing this for, right?”

  “That’s right,” Pierce said gently. “Think of it as feeding your child.”

  Benji nodded and took a sip. He eventually downed the whole glass, and almost as quickly the color returned to his face. It was exactly what he needed. I let out a sigh of relief.

  After watching an awkward family moment where Benji and Margaret hugged - I shuddered at the sight of it - Adriel and I decided to leave Benji and Pierce for some time alone. But before we left, Benji caught my arm.

  “Wait,” he said.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “Thank you. For being here for me.” Quietly, he added, “I know this is weird. This whole situation is straight out of your vampire books.”

  He smiled, and I forced one back, even though right now I wanted to be anywhere but in a vampire book.

  “But I’m glad you’re here,” Benji continued. “I really missed you when you were gone.” He lowered his gaze with a guilty frown. “And I’m sorry about not being there for you.”

  “What?”

  “When you got out of the hospital,” Benji mumbled, staring at the floor. “I know Pierce arranged someone to take care of you, but it wasn’t me. And it should have been. You were struggling while I was here, living some fantasy.”