by Tigertalez
Maysa was alarmed at his speech. “What’s going on?” Her voice was shrill with her rising panic. She tried to move past Ryker, but he wasn’t letting her past.
“Wait, stop. You need to let me explain something first. It can endanger you if you go in there.” Maysa really wanted to fight Ryker off, but she decided, for Seamus’s sake, she’d listen first. After she settled down, Ryker continued. “Please understand Sea and I talk about everything.”
“I understand that.” And really, Maysa did. She knew about twins, and she didn’t feel threatened by Ryker at all.
Ryker looked somewhat relieved by her answer. “When Sea collapsed, we all sorta panicked. We have to feed at least once a week. The amount depends on when we last drank, how much we drank on our last feeding and who we drank from. Different blood types and even different races make it vary. Seamus hadn’t had all that much because he’s been using the bagged blood that he keeps here, but several emergencies had come in. He had just gotten more blood in and he tried to drink some, but it was right after he had just smelt your scent. His body reacted badly to the blood. Then, it took a long time to get you to come to us, and he wasn’t about to push you into letting him drink from you, especially after you showed so much fear over his fangs.
“There were some things we didn’t know about until our new pack-member from the Buffalo coven, Max, told us. When a vampire can’t drink from his beloved, he will continue to weaken until he goes into a coma. Maximus said that they most often go slightly feral and push themselves onto their beloved. It’s the only time a vampire, who isn’t rogue, would do such a thing.”
Maysa stilled. Would Seamus actually force himself on me? She had a difficult time believing it since she truly believed he would do anything to protect her. That was something she just knew deep down.
“Alphy called Raymond, the coven leader in Toronto, for more information. Ray said that when a vampire slips into a coma state, and then he senses his mate, he will come out of his coma and drink from her. If you go to him now, he will sense you but will be unable to stop himself from drinking from you.”
Maysa stiffened and tried to process what she was hearing. They stood there, probably for several minutes, before she spoke. “How much blood will he need?”
Ryker, though patient with her, looked relieved when she asked that. “His instinct to protect you won’t allow him to drain you, but once he comes back to his senses, he will be devastated he forced himself on you.”
“I waited so long to get help for my family and the others, that several are now missing, and others died when they could have been saved, all because I was too afraid to get help sooner.” She couldn’t stop her tears, but she needed to admit this. Saying it out loud was the only way to overcome it to do the right thing. “I’m not going to let him suffer because I’m too afraid. He won’t hurt me. I have to believe that. If he needs my blood, I’ll give it to him freely. I’m so sorry for it going this far. I wouldn’t have let anything bad happen to him if I would have known.”
“I figured you wouldn’t. Sea did, too, and that’s why he didn’t tell you. He didn’t want to guilt you or pressure you into your decision.”
“Thank you, Ryker.”
“You aren’t going to have much privacy. Peter is still up there and Katie is going to be back soon, but we worked together to clear enough space to put him in the living room area. It’s not ideal, but it will give you a little more privacy.” Ryker turned and jogged out of the gym, closing the door behind him.
Maysa slowly climbed the stairs. She thought the idea of Seamus biting her neck would send a sick fear through her like it had clear up to just moments before, but instead, her body started to heat and her bat twittered excitedly. A coil of fear did flutter through her stomach, but she could admit that even the most happy and stable of people could find themselves a little nervous. She was certain he had to be her mate, and when he fed from her, it would bond them for life. That was a big step for anyone.
Peter was asleep in the crowded living space. The table had been taken out, and all the other equipment that had always been in there was packed around him. Maysa quickly went to the bedroom door. Opening it, she slipped inside and closed the door behind her.
Maysa leaned against the door and closed her eyes to try to calm the butterflies in her stomach.
“Mine!”
A guttural hissing sound jolted her eyes open. Standing beside the partition, was Seamus. The look in his blood-red eyes was wild. His body looked disheveled, and he was showing his fangs. It was as if he wasn’t even really there, like something possessed him.
Maysa gripped the knob on the door and whimpered. The fear in her gut was no longer the gentle demure kind. Now it was knife-like, coursing through her body. Maysa shut her eyes as tight as she could, and held her breath. She was determined not to run, but it would take everything in her.
She could feel his body heat warm her skin before he pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the door. His scent wafted around her with a slight gust. Her gums started to tingle as a something in his scent seemed different. Before she could think more on it, a slight prick poked her neck, and immediately her body tensed and her vaginal walls clamped down in a powerful orgasm. “Ahhh!” she cried out.
Maysa felt his arms wrap around her in a vise-like hold. With every pull on her neck, her body would spasm. His body shuddered against her, but his hold never let up. Maysa held onto the back of his shirt in a tight fisted grip and let her legs be spread apart by his knees.
Seamus growled, tickling her neck with the vibrations, but because she was unable to move it only made her pussy spasm again. His rigid but still covered cock, rubbed painfully against her pussy. Blackness started to creep from the edges of her sight. Just before she slipped unconscious, she felt the suction stop, and she shuddered in one last spasm as his tongue glided over her bite mark.
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Seamus’s lungs heaved deeply in his passionate exertion, laboring to take in enough oxygen. His mind was fuzzy, but as the haze began to lift, he slowly processed everything. He held Maysa’s warm and limp body tight to him, crushing her to a wall or door. His blood flowed as if it were a singing river through his veins. The taste in his mouth was rich and full, and he believed nothing had ever tasted better. He recognized it as his beloved’s. He felt a connection, a bonding, start to form, but it wasn’t complete. And in his pants, he felt a cooling sticky mess that was becoming itchy. All these things pointed to one thing. He had started the bonding with his beloved, to Maysa.
Seamus was still slightly fuzzy in the head as he tried to remember what had happened as he carefully pulled back. He struggled to carry Maysa’s limp form to the bed as his muscles trembled in weakness. After placing her on his bed, he felt his body respond possessively. She was finally in his bed, with his mark. The mark on her neck had already healed, but the scar remained. Proof to everyone that she was taken. But was it consensual?
Seamus froze. He remembered coming home, and showing Maysa where the clinic was going to be. He remembered she flew off when he stupidly mentioned the basement, lab, and morgue all in the same sentence. Right, not the smartest thing I have ever done. Thinking further, he remembered working on Peter. But then that was it.
Frustration rolled through him as he scrubbed his hands over his face. His body felt fatigued and weak but also like it was just starting to come to life. Then it hit him. Fuck! I must have gone into a coma, and attacked her when she came back.
Seamus fought his panic and his sorrow for forcing himself onto her. I should have told her. Instead of protecting her from guilt, I opened her up to being forced.
Seamus fought his own guilt at what he had done and started a list of what he should do. First thing he could think of … the uncomfortable mess in his pants had to be addressed. And maybe I should to check on Peter. Maysa stirred under him, and moaned. No, her first.
Her almond shaped brown eyes fluttered open. He was about to a
pologize when a large smile spread over her face. Now he was just confused. “Maysa, sweetheart, what happened?”
Suddenly her gaze took on an accusatory appearance. “You didn’t tell me that you would weaken and go into a coma if you didn’t feed. Don’t hide things from me, Seamus, especially things that big.”
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Seamus abruptly stopped when she held up her hand.
“I’m not done. I knew what I was doing when I came in here. So don’t feel guilty about that. Ryker said Alphy had to call the coven leader in Toronto. Ryker warned me if I went near you, even while you were in a coma, that you would sense me and feed from me, which would start the bonding process. So I knew what I was doing when I came in here. You had me and everyone here panicked, including Ryker.”
He heard her voice break a little and couldn’t stay away from her. He lay down on his side, on the edge of the bed, and wrapped his arms around her. Seamus was relieved when she didn’t hesitate to move closer to him. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t want you to feel pressured into something you weren’t comfortable with.”
“If I learned anything from the last few weeks, it’s that sometimes, even if I’m uncomfortable, I should still push through and do what is right. I could have saved my entire family, and others, if I had just looked for help instead of running and hiding. I should have come to you when I first scented you. And I should have let you taste my blood. I could have let you even just prick my finger or something, but instead, I let my fear get the better of me for far too long. People suffered, and died even, because of that. Don’t hold back ever again, even if it is something I’m not comfortable with. I’ve got you now, right? I can handle anything so long as I have you by my side.”
Seamus’s heart burst with adoration for his beloved. “You are most definitely right. But I need you to make a promise to me.”
“What’s that?”
“When you are scared, you never run from me unless I tell you to. I can’t help you when you fly away.”
Her felt her head nod under his chin. “I promise. Now, can we finish the claiming, or bonding, or whatever you want to call it?”
Need rolled through his system, and his dick began to fill. But that was when he felt the increasing discomfort from the mess he had yet to clean. “I want to, but I need to clean the mess I’ve made.” He felt his cheeks burn with his embarrassment. “It’s rather uncomfortable.”
Maysa pulled away and began scooting down the bed. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to clean up your mess, with my mouth.” She shot him a wicked look that had his dick squeezing out a drop of pre-cum.
“Sweetheart, you don’t—nkgah!” His breath caught in his throat, strangling his voice as she rubbed her face up and down his rigid cock. He caught his breath when she lifted her face up and started to unbutton his pants. “I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I?” he asked breathlessly.
She unzipped his pants and reached in, carefully freeing his dick. “I hope so. I want them all over me,” she said then leaned over and ran her tongue around his engorged mushroomed head.
Seamus ran his fingers through her hair and gripped the silky strands in each fist, guiding her up and down his length.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he ordered. She eagerly did as she was told. “Wrap one hand around the base of my dick, and play with my balls with the other.”
Seamus growled his approval when she didn’t hesitate to do as she was told. In fact, he saw and felt her become more confident. Even though he’d already had a release just minutes ago, he felt another coming on. He also felt the need to complete their bonding. “Take the lab coat off, sweetheart, and climb up on top of me. You are going to ride me.”
Her pert breasts jiggled as she shrugged out of the white garment. He could taste her turned-on state in the air, and her small pussy lips were moist as she straddled him and began sinking herself down onto his steeled staff. Seamus wrapped his hands around her small hips and controlled her descent. Soft hot heat wrapped tightly around his dick. A zinging pleasure shot down his shaft, through his balls, and up his spine. The feeling made his toes curl, and both let out a pleasured moan.
Seamus started out slowly, pulling her up and down on his shaft. “Grab your nipples, sweetheart, and pinch them.”
Maysa did what she was told, and he felt her inner walls quiver around his engorged rod when she pinched her nipples. Her dusky nipples hardened.
Seamus felt his balls roll in their sack. He began to pick up the pace, bringing her down harder and lifting her up, almost off him, before bringing her back down. He flexed his hips, creating a thumping noise as their bodies slapped together.
Maysa’s cries of pleasure rose in pitch, and he could sense she was close to release. He wasn’t that far off himself. “Pull your hair away from your neck, sweetheart, and then lean over me.”
His breath grunted out with each impact. His mouth watered as he watched her do exactly what he told her to. Just as she was leaning down he felt her walls clamp down on him. He kept pumping in and out of her, drawing out her release. “Claim me, Maysa,” he ordered.
Pain sparked through his neck, then transformed into unfathomable pleasure. His balls drew up, pulling impossibly tight, and he shouted out as his release overtook him. The ache in his fangs had him sinking them into the soft skin of her neck. Her body tensed, and he felt her walls again clamp hard around his pulsing cock. He drank in her blood, savoring it as it flowed over his tongue. The final strings to their bond clicked together before he felt her go lax in his arms. Seamus felt his release ebb enough to keep his senses vigilant over her vitals. He was able to receive a little more blood before he sealed her mark, permanently bonding them together for eternity.
The overwhelming thrill of joy and pride at having claimed his beloved washed over him. He palmed the soft mounds of her ass, holding her in place, mounted on his cock, not moving her, as he savored the sensation he was now bonded. He already loved her. He could feel it. And he would delight in showing her that every day for the rest of their lives.
Seamus didn’t wake until just before dawn the next morning. Warm flesh was still gripped in his hands only now he was lying on his side with his beloved clutched close to his chest. Her back was facing the divider screen. Palming her soft, rounded ass had his dick waving hello between his legs. He rubbed it up against Maysa’s stomach. She gave a happy stir and rubbed her pelvic against him in response.
“That feels so good,” he said through their newly formed mind-link.
Maysa yelped and jolted in clear terrorized surprise. She jerked so hard that she had pushed out of his grip and fell over the side of the small bed, onto the floor.
“Maysa?” Seamus sat up and looked down at his beloved.
Maysa looked up at him with an accusatory look. The look stirred his desires for her on, but he dared not laugh. That is, until she reached up and punched him in the arm. Then he couldn’t hold back his amusement.
Seamus pulled his disgruntled mate back into bed and began assaulting her neck with kisses. She squirmed and giggled beneath him. “I’m so sorry I startled you. Let me show you the benefits of our mind-link.”
Seamus peppered kisses over her skin on a path down to a pert nipple. He latched on and rolled the nipple with his tongue as he sucked on it. Her wanton fragrance filled his senses, and he felt almost drunk on them. His body craved hers like nothing else. He pulled up slightly and let the lavished nipple pop from his mouth before subjecting the other nipple to the same treatment as the first.
Maysa’s warm flesh smoothed against his as she continued to squirm, only instead of giggling, she was now moaning. He moved his hand down to the apex of her thighs, letting his fingers lightly graze over her skin as he went causing her body to shudder with goosebumps. Gliding his pointer and middle finger between the lips of her pussy, he found her nub and rubbed over it in circles.
“Oh! Mm, Sea.” Her
body arched, and she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling the strands. The bite of pain it caused didn’t bother him. Popping off the nipple, he blew on it before sucking into his mouth once again. He moved his fingers down to her vaginal opening and rubbed them back up to her nub, then back again, and around the opening.
Seamus could feel her dampen with her juices, readying for him to enter her. His cock jerked and leaked against her thigh. “Oh, Maysa. You feel and smell so good.” Seamus popped off her nipple and pulled his hand from her folds, placing it under her thigh to lift her leg up. “You can keep your other leg bent, but not up, beloved, but this one I want the knee against your stomach.”
With Maysa spread open for him, he lined his steel-hard cock to her entrance and pushed in, not stopping until he was fully buried. They both let out a groan of pleasure as he froze in place, letting her body adjust to his intrusion.
After just a few moments, Seamus began rocking in and out of her. He started slow, then steadily sped up until their bodies were slapping together. His heavy balls whacked against her ass, drawing up, ready to release his seed into her.
Grabbing her other leg and pulling it up like the first, Seamus placed both hands behind each knee, lifted himself and rigorously sawed in and out of her.
Maysa cried out, and her body stiffed as she tightened around him in an orgasm. Not far behind, Seamus pushed hard into her and held his body rigid, letting his own orgasm rush through him, his balls drawing tight to his body, emptying their contents deep into the trembling folds of his beloved.
Gently, he brought both of her legs down to lie flat on the bed as he lay beside her, catching his breath. “Do you forgive me for startling you?”
Maysa’s chuckle was breathy. “Yes.”
“Are you sure? Because I’m not done yet, my love. Once we get our breath back, I’m going to take you into the shower and wash you. Then I’m going to claim you in the shower, before I clean you again. I’ll make sure, when we’re done, you will fully understand the benefits and enjoy our mind link.”