by Dakota Dawn
He felt Tristan move up, and a scream escaped his throat when his ass was impaled by the vamp’s huge cock. The pinch of pain was quickly replaced by dark bliss. The thick cock buried inside him was rubbing up against his deepest sweet spot. He had a sudden desire to force Tristan too stay inside him forever.
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Watching Conlin come was the hottest thing Tristan had ever seen. He’d always enjoyed making his lovers come, but he truly loved to make Conlin scream and shake with pleasure.
Lights danced around the edge of his vision when he’d guided his falling lover onto his fevered cock. Conlin’s scream had stirred the beast within him. The animal wanted to make Conlin yell until his little lover was hoarse. The man’s hands were now free and tightly clutching his shoulders. He doubted Conlin realized he was free. His dick jerked in its hot sheath when his lover rocked his hips, making his inner muscles quiver.
The rippling flesh stroked his shaft from top to bottom. He flexed his erection and was rewarded with a wave of ecstasy that rolled off his lover. The man’s eyes fluttered shut, and he started speaking incoherently. Pride pulsed through the beast within him.
Blood rushing through his mate snared his attention. His fangs left their hiding place. The animal in him wanted to plunge his fangs into Conlin’s vessel and drink while he released his seed deep in his mate’s trembling body. The human that still dwelled in him wanted to play with its mate for a bit more so their climaxes would be stronger and more satisfying.
Tristan decided to go with his human side this time. He nuzzled his nose in Conlin’s neck and breathed in his mate’s scent. If nirvana had a smell, this was surely it. He ran his hands over his lover’s back as he licked and sniffed his way to Conlin’s full lips. His kiss stopped the man’s ramblings and turned them into sexy moans. The touching of their tongues was electric. A shot of passionate fire raced down his spine and circled his testicles.
Making love to a mate was so damn good. As he pumped his hips, he drank in the beauty of his mate. The dim lights caught the different tones in Conlin’s dark-auburn hair. The fiery strands reflected the man’s true nature. He easily lifted his slender man off the couch with each upstroke into his mate’s hot body. The man couldn’t weigh more than one hundred and forty pounds. Tristan outweighed the guy by eighty-five pounds. Add in his vamp strength and he’d have to be careful not to hurt his mate.
Tristan shortened his strokes but sped them up. Conlin groaned and dropped his head back when Tristan hit just the right spot. The beast in him growled when a pearl of pre-cum eased from the crown of Conlin’s hard cock.
The muscles in the man’s throat corded as he tightened every muscle in his body. His butt turned into a vise. Tristan was just getting ready to sink his fangs into his mate’s neck when Ghost popped into the room.
Apparently, the spirit saw Tristan’s fangs and freaked out.
“Oh my God. Conlin, snap out of it. This animal is about to kill you,” he shouted in Conlin’s ear.
His mate’s eyes sprang open, and his taut body relaxed as he came back to reality.
No longer on the cusp of climax, Conlin looked at Ghost and then down at his naked body. “God damn it, Ghost.” He leaned forward, hiding his shaft from Ghost’s view. “He wasn’t going to kill me.”
“Oh yes he was. His eyes are still glowing. Let’s get out of here.” Ghost made a cross out of smoke and blew it at Tristan.
He caught it and laughed. Tristan let the beast in him take over. After pulling his mate off his cock, he stood and approached the spirit. The red haze he was seeing through proved that his eyes were bloodred and scary as hell.
Grabbing the spirit’s neck, he hissed until the being paled to almost nothing. “Leave my mate alone.”
“He’s just watching over me,” Conlin said from the couch.
Tristan lowered his voice so Conlin couldn’t hear. “Come in here again uninvited and I’ll make all of your particles explode.” He released the force he’d had on the spirit’s neck and hissed as he bared his fangs and went for the ghost’s neck.
True to his nature, the spirit squeaked and disappeared from the room. Satisfaction hummed through his body. God, he loved scaring the piss out of that annoying ghost.
Turning, he looked at his mate. The man had covered his package with a pillow and was frowning up at him. With mating energy still sizzling through his veins, Tristan prowled to the couch and pushed Conlin down. He grabbed the pillow from Conlin and another one and placed them under the man’s hips. Spreading the man’s toned legs, Tristan sank down on Conlin and kissed the frown lines away. Licking a path to his mate’s ear, he nibbled on it.
In no time his mate’s cock was hard and ready to pick up where they’d left off. He could still feel a trace of frustration, though, so he leaned back and stared down into Conlin’s eyes.
“You have to try to get along with my friend. He’s a good guy,” Conlin beseeched.
“I’ll try,” he lied. There is no fucking way I’m going to let that floating mess come between us. He’d say anything to calm his mate, though. He let more of his weight press onto Conlin’s groin. A smile curled his lips when his mate squirmed, making their cocks rub against each other.
Between moans, Conlin whispered, “Thank you.”
Needing to be inside his mate once more, Tristan fitted his dick to Conlin’s entrance and slid past the tight muscle and into his lover’s hot core. Nothing felt better.
Grabbing his man’s ankles, he spread his legs wider and enjoyed the new position. With each thrust he watched Conlin’s balls and cock bounce. Going for the sweet spot half a cock length inside the man’s body, he shortened his strokes and sped them up, just the way Conlin liked it.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Right there. Fuck!” Conlin shouted. His body tightened, and he yelled as his back arched off the couch.
Tristan watched a stream of release shoot from his lover and pool on his chest and stomach. The smell of sex swirled through the air. Tristan’s fangs ached with need.
He let go of Conlin’s ankles and buried his shaft balls-deep into his mate’s quivering ass. The pulse in his mate’s neck throbbed. Striking fast and hard, Tristan sank his fangs into Conlin and drank the heady liquid as he came.
Stars danced before his eyes. He took another long draw, and Conlin bucked and screamed as he climaxed again. His body trembled in bliss as his mate’s blood washed over the tips of his fangs. On pure mating instinct, he released a bonding serum into Conlin’s vessel and groaned when his mate cried out and came again.
After licking the wound sealed, Tristan misted them to his bedroom and tucked their exhausted bodies in for the day.
Running a hand through his mate’s hair, Tristan couldn’t help but love the soft texture so much like the man’s heart. Conlin was a perfect mix of soft-heart and fiery-sexual heat.
Wrapping his arm around his mate, he snuggled to the wonderful man and drifted into a deep sleep.
Chapter Five
Tristan woke to the sound of slamming drawers and loud mumblings. A glance at the bed next to him proved his mate was gone.
Following the noise, he found his wild-haired mate going through all his kitchen cabinets.
The second Conlin saw him, the cute man grouched, “Where’s the damn cereal? I’m starving to death.”
Valiantly holding back a smile, he offered, “I have coffee if you need the kick.”
Conlin snorted. “I don’t drink coffee until after I’ve eaten my marshmallow cereal.” He waved a hand toward the cabinets. “Everyone should have marshmallow cereal in their kitchen. Where’s yours?”
“I don’t have any.” Tristan could feel displeasure boiling up in the man. With Conlin’s hair sticking out at every imaginable and some not-so-imaginable angles, Tristan was having a hard time not laughing out loud.
“What?” Conlin questioned in disbelief.
Controlling the urge to laugh, he said, “If you have some at your place I’ll gladly take y
ou there to get it.”
“How the fuck are you going to do that? You don’t know were I live and I sure as hell don’t know where we are.” He looked out the window and pointed to all the trees. “Is there a store behind those trees? I don’t see one. All I see are more fucking trees.”
That was it. Tristan bent over laughing. Conlin was hilarious when the little guy was having a crazy fit over cereal.
“Oh, you think this is funny. I could die.”
The serious tone in Conlin’s voice made him straighten and frown. “Do you have to have it to live?” He didn’t think so, but stranger things had happened.
A flush colored his mate’s cheeks. “Well, no, but I can’t function until I eat some.”
“Then let’s go get it. If I touch the back of your head and get you to focus on the kitchen I’ll be able to see it and take us there.”
“Well, hell. You should have told me that sooner.” Conlin grabbed Tristan’s hand and guided it to the back of his head.
He stifled another laugh when his mate squeezed his eyes tightly shut and drew his brows together dramatically. After taking a breath and clearing his mind, he eased into Conlin’s mind and saw the picture of a shabby kitchen. He focused on it and misted them into the room.
Once there, he cringed at how crude the place was. It was clean, but barely live-in worthy. One look at the cracked ceiling and he decided it was not habitable at all.
Conlin opened his eyes and grinned. “That was awesome.” He quickly grabbed the cereal and poured himself a bowl. In less than a minute the man was moaning over a large bite of sugary cereal.
He wanted to wander around the rooms of the home his mate had been living in, but figured it could wait. Watching Conlin relish each bite was mesmerizing. Every time the spoon passed his sensual lips the man would moan loudly as the food touched his tongue.
Desire washed over his groin, making his shaft harden instantly. The thought of Conlin on his knees in front of him had heat swirling through him. He could easily imagine his mate’s full lips parting to take his cock. The feel of Conlin’s warm tongue flicking over his hard erection as he slowly thrust into his mate’s mouth had his balls tightening. Conlin groaned extra loudly, and Tristan knew soon he’d have to find out if the man moaned with that much passion when he gave head.
Conlin spooned the last bite of his breakfast into his mouth and after chewing and swallowing he picked up the bowl and drank the remaining milk. He noted that Conlin drinking his milk would make his bones strong. Strong enough to take Tristan’s weight and every thrust of his cock.
Conlin set the bowl down and licked his lips. The man’s eyes traveled down to the bulge in Tristan’s pants, and he licked his lips again.
“I’m going to have to taste you soon.” A banging sound drew his attention to the hallway. “Damn. Darrin must have left the window open again.”
The lust that had been heating his vessels cooled to a low simmer. There was no way he’d have sex here, but he’d sure as hell get Conlin on his knees in their rooms on the Wyckoff property.
A thump came from a room down the hall, and Conlin got up from the table and headed in the direction of the noise. He wasn’t personally worried about it, because the being wasn’t large. He sensed it was a small mammal.
Following his mate down the rickety hallway, he was surprised when the man stopped in front of a door and raised his finger to his lips and warned, “Shhh,” very quietly. Another thump came from inside the room. Conlin looked around and saw a broom leaning against the wall just outside the second to last room that the hall had to offer. He walked over and picked it up and quietly came back.
He waved Tristan back and whispered, “Stay back. That’s one mean beast in there.”
Intrigued, he wanted to see what the wild beast was that had his mate grabbing a broom that had seen better days and waving him back out of harm’s way. Surely a baby tiger wasn’t in there.
Conlin opened the door and all hell broke loose.
An orange striped kitten arched its back and hissed low and loud. Its stunning pale-blue eyes shot daggers through them. The cat leapt to the old lace curtain and ripped long slits in the material as it rode its way to the floor.
Tristan figured it would jump up and through the open window, but it didn’t. The wild thing pounced on a sock and rolled to its side. The kitten shook its head while its back legs tore holes in the heel of the sock.
While taking a step into the room, Conlin yelled, “Get, Loco.”
The cat just hissed and tore another hole in the sock. When his mate took another step into the room the wild animal raised its paw and revealed its sharp claws.
“I mean it, Loco. Get out of here.” Conlin took another step forward, and the kitten dropped the sock and leapt for the bed.
Its short legs weren’t quite long or strong enough for the cat to make it. Tiny claws dug into the comforter. The little beast tore its way to the top of the bed.
Pale-blue eyes stared Conlin down. With its tail flicking wildly back and forth, it raised a paw.
“Don’t do it.” Conlin’s words held a threat. He shook the broom for added effect.
Without blinking an eye, the roughly five-pound ball of fur brought its paw down and viciously shredded the comforter. From the look of the blue material, this wasn’t the first time the awful-behaving animal had done it.
A haze of long orange and white fur rushed to the edge of the bed and took flight. It landed on a paint-chipped dresser and whipped its small head around to stare at Conlin with its fiendish blue eyes.
The tiny creature was adorable with its fur sticking out all over its body. Its pale-blue eyes dared Conlin to tame it. So far it had only glanced his way once, but Tristan knew it was keeping tabs on him as it stared Conlin down. His mate may not be able to tame the wild-ass kitten, but Tristan knew who could.
Watching from inside the doorway, he waited to see what the little beast would do next.
Conlin inhaled sharply when a striped paw extended out and hovered over an old baseball glove.
“That does it,” Conlin yelled.
Rage rolled off his mate. Obviously the glove was important to him.
His mate raised the broom and swung it at the cat. It hissed and jumped on the bristles of the broom and then raced up the wooden handle and straight for Conlin.
Not about to let this continue, he raised his hand toward the kitten and pictured the wild thing in his friend’s home.
“Oh God. Did you see that?” Conlin shouted as he pressed his hand to his chest in an effort to control his pounding heart. “That devil’s spawn was about to get me and then he just disappeared. Do you think Satan came to get his kid?”
“No.” Tristan took the broom away from his mate and leaned it up against the wall. He then guided the shaking man to the bed. By instinct, Conlin turned and plopped down on the ripped-up comforter.
“I know what happened to him. I sent him to a friend of mine’s home.”
“You sent Loco to a friend’s home?” Nodding his head, Conlin added, “Trust me, you’re not friends with that person anymore.”
“I merely sent them an adorable challenge,” he assured his mate. At the man’s disbelieving look, he continued, “Justus, a vampire friend of mine, is mated to a fay named Pablo. Pablo has a way with animals. He’ll enjoy bringing the kitten around.”
“You just popped Satan’s spawn into their house without any warning. How are they going to deal with that?” Conlin asked with raised brows.
“I sent the kitten to their living room. If they aren’t home or are in another room, their other animals are trained to corral the new additions and alert them.”
“Oh, that sounds good. I hope they can help the little beast.” Conlin smoothed one of the tears on the comforter and looked somewhat doubtful.
“Trust me, Pablo can.” Tristan pointed at the glove the kitten had been about to go after. “That seemed special to you. Is it?” he asked curiously. The mor
e he knew about his mate the better.
Conlin got up and picked the glove up. “Yeah. My dad gave me and Darrin these matching baseball gloves a year before he died. He said it was time to retire our old ones. He knew how much tossing the ball around meant to us. We still play catch a few times a week. It calms our moods and is good exercise.”
Tristan sat down beside Conlin and hugged him. “I’m sorry to hear about your dad. You said before that Darrin is all the family you have left. What happened to them?” The need to know more about his man wasn’t going away until he discovered everything, including the painful parts.
“Our parents and little brother died in a car crash five years ago. Darrin and I were working in a hotel washing sheets.” he made a face. “Not a nice job, but it was laid back and brought in just enough money for us to rent this small house.”
“Yesterday you said you had been working at a restaurant. Did you like that job?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, Mary and Evan saved us. We were totally lost after our family’s death. That caused us to lose our jobs. When starvation threatened, we did what we had to in order to stay alive. Evan walked out the back door of his restaurant one evening and caught us going through the trash looking for food and anything we could find to sell or use as fishing gear. After giving us a meal, he grilled us for an hour and then offered us jobs.”
“I’d like to thank Evan someday.” Tristan would do anything he could for the man who’d saved his mate.
“He died two years ago. Mary was so sad she closed the restaurant and went to live with her son in Texas.” A smile curled Conlin’s lips. “She told us if we kept at it we could be great chefs one day. I miss them almost as much as my parents and brother.”
Gesturing around the room, he asked, “You’ve been living here all along?”
“Yep, it’s old, but cheap. Darrin and I have lived here for seven years. The landlady is nice and doesn’t care if we have to pay the rent late sometimes. The last year has been hard with Darrin not trusting himself around humans and needing blood to stay healthy. He fears he’ll flip out and start killing everyone near him. He won’t do that, will he?”