The Beast 3: Old Ways, New Days

by Renee George

  “Come.” Nathan growled the command.

  Even if he had wanted to Tyr could not fight the compulsion. He crawled across the plushly carpeted floor. When he reached Nathan, Tyr knelt between his legs, his desire surging and rising, taking flight like Odin’s sacred bird. A lump filled his throat. “What would you have of me, Master?”

  “Apparently, whatever I want.”

  Tyr lowered his eyes. “And what is it you want?”

  In this position, Nathan on the bed and Tyr kneeling in front of him, their heads were nearly at the same height. Nathan cupped Tyr’s face with his hands and pulled the large vampire into a kiss. Tyr’s cock ached as Nathan’s tongue slid through the parting of his lips, snaking into his mouth.

  Yes. Yes. Tyr sighed into Nathan’s embrace. He had not been kissed or held in so long. The contact with another being gave him strength, encouraging him to dare to take more. He lunged forward, carrying Nathan and himself further up onto the bed. Positioning himself over the young vampire’s body, he straddled Nathan, his cock pressing against his master’s firm pale flesh.

  Nathan’s hands reached down between them, fingernails grazing Tyr’s chest until his fingers wrapped around Tyr’s rigid shaft.

  Tyr closed his eyes and moaned into Nathan’s mouth. “Yes,” he said aloud this time. “Yes.”

  The Beast enjoyed the passivity of Tyr, but more than that, he enjoyed the feel of the large vampire covering him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Nathan took pleasure in the sensation as well. Inside, something demanded that Nathan take this vampire and make him completely his own and nobody else’s. His fingers traced a white scar that marred the left side of the Viking’s chest down to his navel, before taking hold of Tyr’s cock. He swiped his thumb across the bulbous head, smearing pre-cum across the tip. “Where did you get the scars?”

  “I was a warrior.”

  Nathan began to stroke Tyr’s lengthy shaft, bulging and veined. “Okay, but what about the one on your chest. It looks like a mortal wound. How did you survive?”

  “This?” He placed a trembling hand over the jagged tissue. “This is where Min took a piece of my heart for the bonding.” Tyr pushed his pelvis forward into Nathan’s hand as he dug into the hard, white flesh of the scar with a finger. “He bit my neck while he scooped out a piece of my heart with his fingers, then bade me to drink his blood while he ate the small piece.”

  “He ate it?” Even the Beast shuddered at the image. “That’s how he bonded you?”

  Tyr inclined his head, his long hair falling over his shoulders onto Nathan’s chest. “There were words I did not understand, but mostly, yes.”

  Nathan varied his stroke, taking time to fondle Tyr’s sac. “You’re very impressive.”

  The Viking’s eyes half closed and his mouth relaxed as he licked his lips. The desire that rolled from Tyr was palpable, thick and heady. Nathan moved his hand behind Tyr’s testicles, teasing a fingertip over the large man’s anus. Tyr’s cock jerked in response. Oh yes, the Beast thought, I am going to fuck that ass.

  The door slammed open to the room.

  “Capullo! Asshole.”

  “Shit.” In Guillermo’s presence, the Beast made a hasty retreat, leaving Nathan to fend for himself.

  Gui stood in the doorway not looking very happy at all. Nathan let go of Tyr’s cock and pushed the Viking off him. Tyr rolled to his back with a groan.

  “What is this, Nathaniel? What’s going on here?”

  Oh hell, if Gui was calling him Nathaniel, not amante, Nathan knew he was in trouble. “Uh, Gui, this… um, this is Tyr.” He gestured to the Viking who was lounging next to him on the bed.

  “I know who he is.” He shot Tyr a look of pure hatred. “Anda la puta que te pari.”

  “You go back to your whore mother, Gui.”

  “Yo le mataré. I should just kill you, cabrón.” Guillermo clenched his fists, his whole body tightening like a spring. Nathan had never seen him this pissed off. The two men obviously knew each other, and there was no love lost between them.

  “Calm down, Gui.”

  “Silence, Nathaniel. There is only one man who I hate nearly as much as Min, and Tyrsgard Madds is that man.” He stalked toward the bed. “I want you out of my bedroom and out of my business. Ahora!” Gui roared.

  Tyr rubbed his hand over his chin, then moved it to his cock, lying hard on his abdomen. “Suck my dick, Perez. Oh, I forgot, you’ve done that already.”

  Gui’s eyes flew wide, the color of his irises turning impossibly dark. Okay, this is not going so well. Nathan stood up and walked quickly to Guillermo, blocking the way to Tyr.

  “Tyr, you better just go,” Nathan said, his eyes set on Gui.

  Tyr got up slowly and dressed. He buckled his sword on last and then walked to the door. “I will go, Master. For now. But, as you already know, I will need you again, and soon.” He handed a piece of paper to Nathan. “Here’s my cell phone number. Call me.” He bowed to Nathan, leaving the two lovers alone.

  Emotions roiled from Guillermo and Nathan could feel every bit of it, the hurt, the anger, and the -- jealousy? Gui was actually jealous. No fucking way!

  Nathan remembered how he’d felt when he walked in on Chachi sucking Gui’s dick. He’d definitely been unhappy and jealous, but he didn’t think Guillermo capable of those kinds of feelings. The master vampire never lost his self-control. A renewed hunger filled Nathan. Blood and lust, the two went hand in hand, and Nathan determined to get his fill of both.

  “Why did Tyrsgard Madds call you master?” Gui’s voice was tight with anger.

  Nathan lunged for Guillermo, taking his lover’s surprised face between his hands and capturing Gui’s lower lip between his teeth.

  Guillermo turned his head. “What are you doing, Nathaniel? I’m not…”

  Nathan pushed Gui against the wall. “Shut up and fuck me.”

  Guillermo’s eyes sparkled like polished black obsidian. The muscle in his right cheek twitched as his jaw tightened. “You must feed. Your body is weak.”

  Nathan smiled. “Only you can give me what I need right now.” He slid his hands down the front of Gui’s shirt, popping buttons along the way. Nathan leaned his face forward to kiss the master vampire, but Gui turned his head, offering his neck.

  “You may feed.”

  Nathan narrowed his eyes. Is he serious? “Forget it.”

  He pushed away from Guillermo and started gathering his clothes from the floor. “If I have to have cold blood, I might as well go home and get it from my freezer.”

  * * *

  Guillermo, even in his anger, couldn’t help but admire Nathan’s muscular physique as the young vampire stomped around the room, picking up his clothes and mumbling. Gui heard him say, “Oh sure, you can have any Tom, Dick or Chachi, and I’m supposed to be just fine and dandy with it, but one guy shows up in my bed and…”

  Guillermo couldn’t take it any more. His bed? The master vampire would not have been happy finding any man in bed with Nathan, but Tyr? He had suffered so much abuse at the hands of the Viking. The thought of Nathan with Tyr burned like liquid fire through his veins.

  “… and you turn all caveman…”

  “That’s my bed,” Gui whispered through clenched teeth.

  Nathan turned to face Guillermo. “What is your problem?”

  A rage tore through Guillermo. “That bed is mine, this room is mine, this club is mine -- and you!” He closed the distance between Nathan and himself with vampire quickness, tackling Nathan to the ground. He crushed his lips against Nathan’s in a bruising kiss. “You are mine.”

  His? Like property? Grabbing Gui’s collar, Nathan rolled the master vampire underneath him.

  “No.” The Beast surged in Nathan once more. He could feel Guillermo’s struggle, the master vampire wanting -- needing -- to be the one in control. They rolled across the floor, tumbling their bodies in a myriad of arms and legs -- grappling and pulling -- both vampires fighting to make the other su
bmit. Guillermo’s black irises glowed with silver light. It was the first time that Nathan had ever seen Gui’s forehead ridges. Hell, it was the first time he’d ever seen Guillermo out of control. Even in bed, Gui was the epitome of discipline. A fine dew of perspiration covered Guillermo’s chest, back and arms, making it harder for Nathan to keep his grip.

  Guillermo roared in pure unadulterated rage, his fangs bared in threat and warning, but he didn’t strike. Nathan’s Beast usually receded in the presence of Guillermo’s, but not this time. It sensed weakness and would not relent.

  Nathan roared back. A tingle of electricity coursed through him and his whole body sparked as he sent shocks into Guillermo.

  Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Four beats from Guillermo’s heart. It was enough to get the upper hand as Nathan grabbed Guillermo’s arms and rolled him again, pinning Gui beneath him once more.

  He watched as the master vampire’s silvery eyes slipped back to black and his forehead smoothed. Nathan’s own Beast receded, leaving him with the consequences of what he’d just done.

  “I’m sorry.” With the Beast gone, Nathan felt weak and exhausted. He rolled off Guillermo to lie next to him on the floor.

  Guillermo shook his head. “For what? Tyr or kicking my ass?”

  “Both, I suppose.” A twinge of pain hit Nathan’s stomach, reminding him that he hadn’t fed yet since waking. He rubbed his abdomen.

  Guillermo propped himself on his side facing Nathan. The master vampire smoothed Nathan’s shoulder length brown hair as his eyes raked over Nathan’s naked body. “Madre Dios, you are handsome, amante.”

  Nathan chuckled. Guillermo had called him amante, lover, and that one word represented forgiveness.

  “I amuse you?”

  God! Guillermo’s deep sexy voice sent shivers through Nathan, and sent his cock into full salute. “I’m not sure amuse is the right word.”

  “Entertain?”

  Nathan grinned. “Umm, well, sometimes you are very entertaining.”

  Guillermo trailed his cool hand down Nathan’s chest making Nathan’s cock twitch. “What do you want?”

  The question had become a game for the two vampires. It had at one time made Nathan uncomfortable to answer, embarrassed even, but now he looked forward to the question and the response in Gui when he answered. “You. I want you.”

  Guillermo’s face drew tight with need. The black pools of his irises swirled like the eye of a storm. He bit his lower lip, bringing blood to the surface. “Beseme. Kiss me.”

  Nathan’s lips met Gui’s in a hard kiss, thrusting his tongue between Guillermo’s teeth, exploring every inch of his lover’s mouth. The tang of blood filled his mouth, feeding his desire and hunger. “I want you… you. I want you,” he murmured.

  “Then take me.”

  Nathan ripped Gui’s blue silk shirt from his chest and threw the shredded cloth across the room. Next, his hands worked the buttons on Gui’s leather pants and yanked them down the master vampire’s long, lean muscled legs. He grabbed the lube, which had fallen from the bed, and slicked his cock with one hand. More roughly than he had intended, Nathan pushed Guillermo’s legs up and onto his shoulders, and applied a liberal amount of lubricant to Gui’s tightly puckered anus. Leaning forward, he thrust his cock into the unstretched canal. Guillermo moaned as Nathan buried himself to the balls in his ass. Nathan’s need for sex, his hunger for blood, made him feel out of control, an animal.

  Wrapping his arm around Guillermo’s back, he yanked his lover forward onto his lap, allowing Gui’s legs to fall off his shoulders. Nathan pulled him close, tasting Gui’s mouth. Guillermo’s long body made his neck just the right height for Nathan’s bite. He sunk his fangs in, drinking long and deep from the master vampire. His lower body wanted to crawl into Guillermo, while his mouth pulled Gui’s blood into himself. His mind fought to control both ends.

  “Te quiero, amante,” Guillermo whispered.

  Oh, God. Nathan could feel his orgasm building. Sitting on the ground, with Guillermo straddling him, Nathan’s movements were limited to small thrusts and gyrations. He wanted to stroke his cock in and out of Guillermo.

  Holding Guillermo to his body, Nathan lifted him to the edge of the bed. Nathan withdrew his cock until only the head remained in Guillermo. The master vampire drew his legs up and cried out as Nathan drove his thick shaft in deeper. Nathan’s quick withdrawals and unrelenting forward lunges brought him to the border of rapture, his shaft stretching tight, ready to explode. He pressed his body to his lover’s.

  Gui’s cock went rock hard between them and a howl tore from his lips. Hot semen sprayed between them as Gui’s orgasm caused his channel to spasm around Nathan’s cock. Nathan let go and roared as his body sparked and quaked while he came inside his lover.

  Quiet stillness, with the exception of Guillermo’s now-beating heart, gathered in the room, surrounding Nathan like a warm blanket. He’d never felt the peace he had in Guillermo’s arms, not even before he’d been made a vampire.

  Nathan brushed Gui’s sweat-soaked hair back from his face as the heartbeat faded. “I love you.”

  Guillermo’s eyes widened. His dark eyes went liquid as he gently kissed Nathan. “You never cease to surprise me, Nathan.”

  If Guillermo thought he was surprised, it was nothing compared to what Nathan felt. “I’m just as surprised as you are.” He hadn’t expected to say the words “I love you,” hadn’t premeditated their use. They had just tumbled from his lips in pure uncensored emotion.

  A coolness swept Gui’s face. The stony, fixed stare he used when hiding his feelings. He raised himself from Nathan’s lap, Nathan’s softening cock sliding slowly out of Gui. “Do you wish to take it back? Sometimes people say things in the moment they do not really mean.”

  Guillermo went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, leaving a stunned Nathan slumped on the floor. Saying things you don’t mean? Guillermo had told him twice now, in Spanish, that he loved Nathan, but both times had happened during sex. Is that what he meant? That he’d only said it in the heat of the moment without really meaning it?

  Still dripping from his shower, Guillermo stepped into his bedroom. Nathan had already left. Nathan’s fierceness had surprised Guillermo. Of course, everything about the evening had been a surprise. Guillermo knew Nathan’s work schedule, and the young doctor wasn’t due to clock in for at least three more hours. He supposed Nathan had probably gone back to his apartment.

  Between the fighting and the sex, he hadn’t asked Nathan about Tyr.

  Chapter 2

  Tyr used the master key he’d pocketed from Nathan’s apartment manager. He’d neglected to mention to Nathan that he’d been staying at the young vampire’s apartment for the last several weeks while his new master had been recovering from his wounds at Gui’s club. The place was smaller and less ornate than he was used to, but it had been convenient. As he opened the door, he saw an older woman humming and cleaning. Startled, she jumped and nearly fell over the couch.

  “My land! Give an old woman a heart attack, why don’t you. What are you doing here? This is Nathan Greer’s apartment.”

  Tyr sized up the lady. She was medium height, a little pudgy, grayish-green eyes, and unremarkable brown hair with gray streaks. “Uh, Nathan, Dr. Greer, gave me the key. He didn’t tell me he used a cleaning service. I apologize for scaring you.”

  “You know my baby? Is he all right? I’ve been calling him for weeks and I haven’t heard from him.” She sat on the couch clenching her hands and picking at her fingernails. “Something’s happened, hasn’t it?”

  So his master had a mother. It had been so long since he’d been around a vampire young enough to still have a living mother, it hadn’t even occurred to Tyr. “He’s fine, Ms…?”

  “Mrs. Greer, but everyone calls me Nan.”

  “He’s fine… Nan.”

  “Oh, thank the good Lord in Heaven. I’ve been praying for him.” Tears welled in her eyes. “He never goes thi
s long without calling me. I don’t know what that boy was thinking, putting me through all this worry and grief.”

  Tyr felt helpless to comfort the woman who was so obviously unhappy, so he just stood there, saying nothing. Hoping she would stop crying and leave.

  She didn’t.

  “I can’t believe he didn’t return any of my calls. I drove all this way. I live down in the Ozarks, you know. It’s not a short drive.” Her grief was turning to pissed off. “I raised him better’n that. I’ll tell you what. I’ve got a good mind to just drive on down to that hospital of his and give him a talking to.”

  Opportunity. “That sounds like a good idea, ma’am. I do believe he is working tonight,” Tyr lied. He didn’t know whether Nathan was working or not. He wanted to get rid of this woman.

  “Oh now, don’t be so formal. You’ll make me blush. Just Nan, please.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Nan put her hands on her ample hips. “Do you work with my son?” She was eyeing Tyr’s long blond hair, and seemed to notice his size and his sword for the first time.

  What the hell could Tyr say? He hadn’t had to deal with a parent in over seven hundred years. “I’m uh… Well, I sort of work for…”

  Nan snapped her fingers. “You’re an actor aren’t you? One of those Shakespeare in the Park guys?”

  Tyr shrugged. “Okay.”

  She stood up and slowly approached him, cautiously like you would a lion at feeding time. “You’re a big fellow.” Nan squeezed his biceps. “Big.” Squaring her shoulders, she tilted her head back and looked Tyr straight in the eyes. “How do you know my son?”

  Tyr, feeling a bit like a caged animal, took a step back. This lady apparently had no conception of personal space. “We’re…”

  She snapped her fingers in an “ah ha!” moment. “He’s dating, isn’t he? That’s why Nathan hasn’t been around.”

  Tyr was dumbfounded. “Well…”