The Art of Death: Pittsburgh Vampires Vol. 11

by B. A. Stretke

  “What I want is your health, happiness and in time, when you’re ready to give it, your love.” Those words resonated in Simon’s heart. He was about to elaborate further when there came a firm knock followed by someone entering.

  Killian jumped to his feet and once again tucked Simon securely behind him as he waited for the intruders to enter the living room. He recognized the power and the scents directly upon them entering the outer room, so it was no surprise when Master Hadden walked in followed by Josef and then bringing up the rear, Victor Rossi.

  Master Hadden appeared concerned but not angry as he walked over to stand directly in front of Killian. Killian remained still and did not speak. He had a good idea of why they were here considering Victor stood with them. He had his arms crossed as he had before looking much cockier since he had muscle with him this time.

  "Victor claims that you kidnapped his brother Simon from their apartment. Taking into consideration the fragile condition of Simon Wielding, I ask that you explain your actions." The Master waited for his response, and Killian could feel Simon's embarrassment growing as he leaned his forehead against Killian's back.

  "Simon is my beloved." Killian began and noticed that the Master did not react making it clear that he already was aware of their connection. His rights were not in question, the Master's concern lies in Killian's heavy-handed approach.

  "Victor denied me access to Simon. He made accusations and ultimatums, and my beloved was hurting and I reacted." Killian stated the facts as concise as possible because he hated long convoluted explanation and investigations. He reached behind him with one hand and placed it against Simon's hip channeling calm through their connection.

  The Master turned to look at Victor who immediately began a flustered burst of rants against Killian but was stopped with one flick of the Master's wrist. The silence was immediate. The Master turned back to Killian with the same expression of concern, but it was softened by compassion. The situation was clear, and Killian was within his rights, but Master Hadden feared for the wellbeing of Simon Wielding.

  “May I speak with your beloved, Killian?” He asked.

  Killian nodded and took Simon's hand, urging him out from behind him. Simon moved to stand beside Killian, but he did not look at anyone in the room. Killian held him close as the pressure of the room seemed to close in on him.

  Master Hadden was a powerful vampire, and Killian knew that he could read everyone in the room without them saying a word. Killian wondered what he was looking for from Simon.

  “Do you want to stay here with Killian or do you want to back with Victor?” He asked.

  "I want to stay here with Killian." He spoke softly, but his words were clear and Killian felt relief wash over him. "Victor told me to get out, and Killian took me in." He added and Victor's reaction was instant.

  "I didn't mean it, Simon. You don't have to stay here, you can come home." He urged.

  "No, I belong here. Killian is my beloved and being with him is making me stronger." Simon raised his left arm and wrapped it around Killian's waist. "I want to stay here."

  "Very well, then. Congratulations to you both and take a week off to tend to your beloved, Killian." Master Hadden said with a warm smile.

  "Yes, and thank you, sir," Killian responded and pulled Simon a little closer

  Master Hadden then turned and started back towards the door. "You will not interfere with their bond. Simon has made his choice and his decision, and we will honor both." He spoke to Victor, who looked as if he were going to try to dissuade.

  “Yes, sir.” He relented and followed Master Hadden and Josef from the room.

  Once the door was closed, Killian gathered Simon into his arms and kissed him like his life depended upon it. Having his sweet beloved claim him in front of the Master, and Victor was monumental. He folded him close into the warmth of his body and tasted him once again. Just a small prick to the surface of his plump bottom lip. It was impossible to resist.

  The flavor was explosive and filled Killian with a sense of renewal. The effects were remarkable, miraculous even. Every vampire should find their beloved. Going on without your beloved your entire life would be such a loss, such a dulling of the life experience. He longed to feed, but his beloved was not at a place for such an indulgence.

  Simon should have been overwhelmed by having to face the Master and Victor, but with Killian by his side he found that his power intensified and his sense of self came back to him. He felt confident standing before them and stating his wants without wavering. Victor once told him that your beloved appears when you need them most. He believed that to be absolutely true because never before in his life did he need Killian more than he needed him right now.

  He felt that he was coming back to himself, and as the kiss deepened with a taste and their commitment began to solidify, the bondage of his fears began to fall away. Killian began to walk him backwards towards what he hoped was his bedroom. The desire for this man was burning him up.

  Killian held him secure and carefully, step by step, eased him back towards his bedroom door off to the right of the living room. He wasn’t going to request permission but if Simon asked him to stop, he would. Simon was solid and not the fragile human of before. He was pushing for more and Killian planned to take this as far as Simon would allow. The time was ripe for the waiting to end.

  At the doorway, Killian released Simon’s lips for a moment moving to place several kisses to his jaw and up to his ear. The lovely sounds that Simon set loose sent erotic chills running down Killian’s spine. He was so perfect, so sexy, and so beautiful. Killian shut the door even though they were alone and steered Simon back towards the side of the large blackened steel-framed bed. It was basic, he'd bought it for comfort and durability never thinking that he would soon be sharing it with his beloved.

  He wished he'd bought something beautiful instead of practical. Something more suitable for the gorgeous man he was about to claim. His home was simple and plain because that was how he lived his life. Simon had an artistic flair, Killian had discovered that during his research and he was confident that Simon would add the color and sophistication to his home and his life. Simon would make this space his own.

  Simon felt the backs of his knees hit the side of the bed. It wasn't a surprise, he knew it was coming, but now he had to decide if he was going to give himself to Killian or if he was going to call a halt to their growing desire and take his place in the guest room.

  Killian wasn't forcing him, but the movement continued forward. He had to decide now, and in that instant, Killian took his lips in another heart-stopping kiss and all thoughts of waiting fled from Simon's thoughts.

  He pulled on Killian's lapels trying to bring him closer, and in response, Killian lifted him off his feet and laid him down in the soft tufts of the exquisite feeling comforter that spanned the large comfy bed. He sunk into the softness while keeping his gaze upon the most handsome man in all of Pittsburgh. Killian Frey, the man could kill you with a look and make you come with just a touch, but he was everything Simon wanted and needed. Simon smiled at his own errant musings.

  “You’re beautiful, baby.” Killian reacted to the smile. “Just beautiful.”

  The praise and endearments felt almost as good as Killian's touch. Everywhere he touched, Simon felt his body light up. This was love, he knew it from the first kiss the way he melted into him and held tight he knew this was the man to change everything.

  Killian ran his hands over Simon’s body before slipping his hands beneath the hem of his shirt and pulling it upward and over his head. He loved the way the blue in the shirt accentuated the blue of Simon’s eyes, but the shirt had to go for now. Once again, he ran his hands down the length of Simon’s body stopping at his waist.

  "I'm going to remove these." He said just in case Simon had an issue. Simon remained silent and delightfully expectant, so Killian proceeded to remove the worn jeans that fit him so well, leaving just his thin cotton briefs. The sig
ht was breathtaking. He folded the jeans and set them aside with his shirt and socks. The way Simon was looking at him made him feel like he was brilliant and adored. It was a heady and glorious sensation to mean something to someone. This would be a magnificent and loving experience for his beloved because he would settle for nothing less.

  Killian stood up and hurriedly stripped. The wide-eyed appraisal he received from Simon brought a smile to his face and quickened his own anticipation of what was to come. He took Simon by the waist and moved him back centering him on the bed and then stretched out beside him. The next few minutes were filled with soft kisses and tentative touches as Simon settled in.

  Killian pushed the hair back from Simon’s forehead and placed a kiss there before shifting his weight to partially cover him. The sensation of skin on skin was thrilling and sharpening his needs. His vampire nature was rising to claim what was theirs.

  "Are you comfortable?" He asked while placing kisses to the side of Simon's face and trailing down to his shoulder. His hard cock was riding roughly against Simon's hip, and the desire to rut was consuming him. His right hand dropped down to palm Simon's growing bulge straining against his briefs.

  Simon nodded and then spoke. “I’m good, real good.” His words were breathless and exhilarating. Killian squeezed harder and then grabbed the band of the briefs and jerked them down and off, leaving his beloved naked before his adoring gaze.

  The deep pools of his blue eyes beseeched and bewitched, and Killian rolled to cover Simon completely with his body. Their nakedness pressed together tantalizing, teasing, and demanding. Killian cupped the sides of Simon's sweet face and kissed him hard drinking in all that was this man and giving all that he was. "I love you, Simon." He whispered in a deep gravelly tone wrought with emotion, and that was followed by another passionate kiss.

  Simon could sense the seriousness of Killian's words, and they touched him so deep he felt the emotions telegraphed to his soul. The feelings flooding him were immense, taking his breath and causing his heart to hammer against his chest.

  Killian rubbed his hard cock against Simon’s in a slow rhythmic slide that was sure to drive Simon out of his mind. “You feel so good, Killian.” The words just tumbled out no thought or concern or embarrassment. This was Killian, he could be himself with Killian.

  "You feel good too, my love," Killian answered between moist open-mouthed kisses. Simon was in heaven, and he knew it was going to get even better. He wasn't a virgin he'd had his share of lovers but never had he felt so complete and so cherished as he did in Killian’s arms.

  The mood turned to a building urgency as the thrusting increased, and Simon fought to keep from coming from simple touch and loving caresses. Killian moved lower and latched onto one taut nipple with his teeth sending waves of delicious sensations through Simon.

  Killian wanted him, and his ability to hold back was wavering growing weaker as the sensations continued to burn through him. "I'm going to claim you, Simon." Killian's raspy voice asserted upon releasing the tortured little nub and then turning to capture the other and tease the sensitive flesh into a hardened peak.

  "I need you, Killian." Simon declared. His breath catching in his throat with the ministrations of Killian's mouth and hands. Killian did not hesitate as he quickly spread Simon's thighs and seated himself between. The heat between them was sweltering, and the need to claim was overwhelming him. Killian would bond and mark this beauty as his own never again would anyone question or challenge his right to his beloved. No one would ever come between them for his claim was Fated and set.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  He took the lube from his bedside table and coated his fingers before reaching between them to find and massage Simon’s tight little entrance. Killian hiked up Simon’s left leg to give him a clear view and easy access to his prize. The muscle was unyielding at first, but Killian persisted in working it with lube and pressure until ultimately he could insert one finger moving it vigorously.

  Little by little, the muscle loosened, and he inserted a second finger. The fullness was felt by Simon, and he began to thrust against Killian's fingers. The movement hastened the relaxing of his channel, and soon Killian was plunging three fingers inside stretching and lubricating preparing Simon for Killian's stiff cock.

  He dropped a kiss to the head of Simon’s hard leaking member garnering a delectable squeal before removing his fingers and moving to press his cock against the stretched and ready entrance. The moment was precious, and the act was perfect. He pushed against the loosened muscle and gradually slid inside to be encased in the most exciting way imaginable.

  The silken channel of his beloved gripped him with an intensity that numbed the mind and yet heightened the senses. His desire to plunge deep and seat himself completely overcame him as he tried to go slowly, allowing Simon time to adjust. Killian buried himself to the base in one thrust and then held still as Simon caught his breath from the abrupt invasion.

  Simon didn't complain and Simon didn't ask him to stop; instead, a lazy smile spread across his lips as his tongue jutted out to moisten their surface. So erotic and sating was his look that Killian began a rapid rhythm of thrust and retreat pounding at his beloved’s hole seeking satisfaction and completion for them both.

  Sweat ran down Killian’s face with the power and momentum he exerted as he increased his speed, driving himself deep and hard into Simon's tortured hole. They held fast to one another as they soared together towards climax.

  Simon was reeling and vibrating as his body rushed to the edge. He held on hoping that they could come together experiencing their ecstasy as one. Killian held him with his gaze and filled him over and over, stretching and sensitizing to the point that he could not hold back. Simon bore down, and in a scintillating rush of sensations, he came gushing rivers of hot seed between them.

  Killian drove deep inside as Simon held him in a vise-like grip. The pressure exquisite as pleasure exploded in his mind and he came just as Simon too tumbled into the abyss. He filled Simon's channel with his essence marking him inside as his own. Killian's teeth began to drop as the need to mark Simon on the outside swamped him. The urge to drink hit him with such force that he shook from the power it took to resist. Then suddenly everything changed.

  Simon stared at Killian for a mere moment, and then he turned his head to the side baring his throat and acquiesced. "Yes." He said, and Killian struck, sinking his fangs into his tender flesh and drinking deeply of his sweetness.

  Simon jerked and came again as the emotions and thrills flooded his mind and body. Some belonged to him, and some belonged to Killian. He could feel him now not just in the abstract but there present in his heart. It didn't feel like before when the monsters in Perrysburg took him that was brutal and subjugating, this is pure and loving, and the difference was monumental.

  Killian finished and licked the wound closed, leaving only a tingling of flesh behind, no pain and no trauma this was beautiful. "I love you, Killian." He said after receiving several sweet kisses. He raised his hand and held the palm to Killian's cheek loving the roughness and the warmth against his palm. "I never thought I'd ever fall in love with a vampire, but here I am." He smiled. "You own my heart, and you're the only one who ever will." He knew in his soul that there would never be another, no one would ever touch him like this, Killian was it for him, forever.

  Killian kissed the palm that caressed his cheek, needing the time to compose himself in the wake of Simon’s profound admission. Simon's trust and his honesty were touching considering the storms he'd endured in his short life. This was his beloved, Fate's gift, and his prize to cherish. Their bond was complete, and all of Simon's thoughts and emotions were on full display for him now, and all he saw was love and devotion shining through for him. It was humbling and invigorating.

  "I love you, Simon. From the moment I first touched you and looked into your eyes, I loved you. I saw my whole life and my entire future in those beautiful blue eyes." He dropped a kiss to
each lid before continuing. "I am yours and only yours, forever." Once again, the words came easier than he'd expected. Not one to color his language or care for nuance the idea of speaking words of love seemed ridiculous until this moment until he met his beloved. The words came easy with Simon because they were the truth.

  …

  "Come to my office, please." Master Hadden called Josef, who was presently having breakfast with his beloved in the dining hall.

  "Yes, sir." Josef closed the call and got up from the table. He gave Isaac a long, slow kiss before promising to call him as soon as he was finished. When he arrived at Master Hadden's office, he was more than a little surprised to see Master DuCane and his second Ismael Patronne on a conference call with Nik. He entered and quickly took a seat.

  Nik quickly explained what had been discussed so far, bringing him up to speed and then Ismael took over. The news was disheartening considering the events of the past few days but nothing they couldn’t handle in Josef’s opinion.

  “The man, Avril Sinclair, joined the Perrysburg group early this year but had not as yet been fully recognized as a member, therefore, his name didn't show up on the coven rolls that were confiscated during the raid," Ismael informed.

  "His identity was discovered after he killed William Jenkins, one of the three humans to have survived the Perrysburg Coven. William was released and sent home after recovery and re-education at the Toledo Coven. He was found dead last week at a roadside motel drained of blood with a warning to the other survivors carved into his chest. The motel didn't have any camera's, but we tapped into the camera of a nearby auto dealer and got a clear picture of the man you need to watch for.” The picture filled the screen. He was an average looking man with no distinguishing features other than a fake smile.

  "He targeted Mr. Jenkins because he was easy." Master DuCane commented. "Sinclair will go after the next that he believes to be easiest. Your coven, located in downtown Pittsburgh with a public night club at its center offers access possibilities. I believe he will go after Simon Wielding next before attempting to breach Coven DuCane to get to Wolfe Reynolds." The theory was sound. "Silas and Ira are tracking him, and they last found evidence of him in Harrisburg. He will be in Pittsburgh shortly if he isn't already."