The Psychic and the Vampire

Chapter Seventeen

Ant wasn’t prone to getting nervous – he’d seen too many horrors in his life to be surprised by things that might happen. But with Able happy in the backyard with a refreshed bowl of kibble, and a large bucket of fresh water, Viktor had asked if they could go to Ant’s room and be naked together. “It will be easier if we’re not messing about with clothing for our first time” was his excuse.

Not that Ant thought it was an excuse as such – more a practicality which he could appreciate. Naked Viktor was a sight to behold, reminding him of a dark haired Viking with broad shoulders and sculpted muscles everywhere, all topped with his forbidding expression. Ant didn’t hold any illusions that he looked anywhere near as enticing, but he stripped off when Viktor did and joined his mate on the bed, so they sat facing each other, cross legged.

“I am aroused by you.” Viktor’s voice seemed to be a full octave deeper than it had been in the car, and the way his eyes flashed red made Ant’s butt clench with anticipation. “Look down. I want you to see the evidence of that for yourself.”

Ant swallowed a sudden onset of saliva. “Your penis would be difficult for anyone to ignore due to it’s size and girth.” But he looked down as Viktor indicated and nodded. “Mine is not as big as you can see,” he admitted. “But I feel we both have genitals that are in relative proportion with our body sizes.”

Viktor nodded back and his lips tightened briefly, giving Ant the impression the vampire thought that was amusing. “Before we touch, perhaps we need a baseline of things you might pick up from me. What do you sense as we’re sitting here like this?”

“Apart from amusement?” Tilting his head slightly to one side and closing his eyes, Ant considered the question. “You’re horny…you’re exerting a lot of control over your instincts…” He shook his head as he opened his eyes. “Those sensations are very strong. I’m not sure what else you want me to read?”

“I want you to notice any difference when you do touch me. Go on. Touch me now, anywhere, it doesn’t matter. I want you to lay your hands on my skin.”

Ant didn’t think he’d had anyone ask him to touch them specifically before with a view to reading them – but then being naked with another person was a new concept for him as well. “If I fall into a vision state, know that there’s a good chance Able will find a way through my bedroom door,” he warned as he leaned forward, reaching out with one hand. “If that does happen, absolutely do not try and shake me out of it.”

“I’m not worried, and I don’t want you to be, either.” Viktor sat like a statue, eyes half hid by his eyelids, his breathing even. The only body part that seemed to be out of Viktor’s control was his rather massive member – he has a big dick, you dick, Ant reprimanded himself. It wasn’t like he was in some Victorian novel. If you’re going to do the deed, use the words.

Ant slid his hand up Viktor’s forearm to his elbow and closed his eyes as a rush of thoughts, feelings, and emotions swamped him. They buffeted him, causing him to grip the arm he was stroking as a hot flush ran through his whole body, making his skin tingle.

So much want .

So much need .

Such tight control that Viktor was doing a damn good job of hiding but Ant could see it all. It was as if every fiber of Viktor’s body was primed to join with Ant’s skin. It was impossible for Ant’s body not to respond. His breathing quickened and his blood started to race.

“Have you made the connection?” Viktor’s deep voice added another level of want to the equation.

“Yes.” Ant could barely get the word out.

“I’m going to move around you and hold you from behind. Keep your eyes closed and hold onto that connection.”

Ant’s logic kicked in. He didn’t want to lose the feelings Viktor was stirring in his body, but how could the man move around him and allow him to keep touching that skin?

But as fast as he thought it, a hot body was plastered against his back, Viktor’s breath in his hair. A strong arm was now wrapped around Ant’s waist, and he groaned as a slideshow of carnal pictures flowed through his mind.

Viktor’s face covered by his hair as he was bent over, deep throating Ant’s cock.

Ant’s butt in the air, Viktor’s face buried into his mounds, his beard softly ticking against his balls – Ant’s butt cheeks squeezed together, it felt so real.

Actual penetrative sex – hard, pounding, blood-pumping sex. On the bed. Up against the wall. In one picture Ant was over his kitchen table being pounded from behind. He knew it was his table because he recognized the salt and pepper shaker, and it was very definitely Viktor doing the pounding.

As the pictures continued, real life sensations and actions were merging with the effect from the pictures Ant could see. He’d been lifted slightly, and Viktor’s cock was pushed under his balls. He leaned back against the vampire, his eyes still closed, desperate to maintain the connection.

Every picture was a snapshot of how much Viktor wanted him, how aroused he was, how focused he was on Ant’s pleasure. Ant could barely breathe, the sensations were so intense, and just when he wanted to cry out as the feelings got too much, a firm hand gripped his dick, and fangs slid into his neck – right over the scar Viktor had left the first time he’d done that. Ant’s body was thrown off the cliff and into an orgasm more intense than he’d ever managed alone.

“Oh, my gods.” Ant gripped onto the arm around his waist with both hands as his body was wracked with sensation overload. The soft drags on his neck as Viktor drank from him, the pulse of his spunk as his balls sighed with relief. The only part of Ant still left unsatisfied was the clench in his ass, and as Viktor carefully removed his fangs, licking over the bite mark, he murmured. “Don’t worry. We’re getting to that next. Where’s your lube?”

“I’ve magicked the prep. Get in me quick.” Ant fell forward, resting on his forearms as his forehead hit the mattress, sticking his butt in the air. He was ready. He was so damn ready. If this didn’t work after all the effort Viktor had put in, then Ant didn’t know what he would do. I really want to retire that dildo in the bathroom.

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Viktor had never wanted to be inside someone so bad in his life. Admittedly, he’d been playing about a bit, sending Ant one sexy image after another to see if that sort of thing would actually rev Ant’s motors. It wasn’t something he thought would work as foreplay, but damn was he wrong. His idea had unintended side effects though, driving his need through the stratosphere as well.

Must be because we’re mates. That was the only thing Viktor could think of. Vampires were taught from a very young age to control their urges – they were strong, powerful, super-fast, and when combined, those skills could be lethal. That taught control was meant to apply to all things but as Viktor kneeled behind Ant’s sexy ass, running his finger down Ant’s crack, he knew he was close to losing it.

His finger sunk into Ant’s hole as though it had an invitation, and a second one quickly followed with little resistance. The third took a bit of a push to get accepted, but Ant was as prepped as he was going to get.

Don’t over think this. Stay focused on our mate. Holding his cock firm at the base, Viktor held his cockhead against Ant’s opening, testing the resistance. There was some. Viktor expected that. Gripping Ant’s hip with one hand Viktor kept his dick steady with the other.

But by all that was holy, Viktor was ready to rut the moment his cockhead got caught by Ant’s body. The crush, the pressure, the heat, and the sexy way Ant’s whole back shivered as Ant’s hole closed around him… “Breathe out,” he panted. “Long and slow. Breathe out and let me in.”

Ant’s shoulders sagged as his front half relaxed on an exhale. His back half wasn’t going anywhere – Viktor was making sure of that. But there was a tension in Ant’s body as well, and Viktor quickly shifted his mind on to how sinking into Ant’s body was making him feel.

That closeness, the trust that comes when one man agrees to open his ass for another, not to mention Viktor’s instincts to be as close to his mate as physically possible which was like a growing clawing need in his gut.

What’s more, Viktor could feel it when Ant picked up on his thoughts. It was good to know Ant could pick as much up from his dick as he could his arm. But Ant started to moan, wiggle his butt, breathing deeply all the while and encouraging Viktor’s cock deeper and deeper.

That’s it , Viktor thought. I’m caught, I’m done, this is the ass I’ll worship for the rest of my days . And as he dropped his hand from his shaft, wrapping it around Ant’s slender hip, thrusting that last couple of inches home, he could not find one cell inside of himself that was unhappy about it. That purpose, the reason he’d moved around for centuries, never settling, always looking for more – well, now that “more” was dancing beautifully on the end of his cock. A feeling of incredible peace settled over Viktor’s shoulders like a blanket.

“I feel it, too,” Ant said, letting out a long moan, “but can you please move? I’m sure there’s more to this claiming business than pushing in and taking a nap.”

Viktor snorted. “There’s no napping this end,” he said as he rocked gently, letting Ant get used to the movement.

But, oh, his mate was a sneaky mage. The magical lube, or whatever it was that was slicking up Ant’s insides, started to heat – nothing painful – but the sensation of the heating gave the oil more viscosity. Viktor found himself moving harder and faster. His cock was getting a warm, oily massage that came with just the right amount of pressure to send tingles up Viktor’s spine. Viktor had never felt anything like it, but gods he was so glad he was now.

Focus on my mate. Dropping his hands off Ant’s hips, he moved his torso over Ant’s back, breathing in the sweaty skin, feeling the pulse of Ant’s blood coursing through his veins. His fangs dropped – again – and that was a shock for all of two seconds as Viktor really didn’t need a lot of blood to survive as he got older, and he’d already taken enough from Ant over the past few days. But he ran his nose along the top of his mate’s shoulder, letting his fangs graze along the skin – the slowness and sensuality at odds with his hips that were working like pistons thrusting his dick into Ant’s body.

“Bite me.” Ant tilted his head to one side and Viktor’s heart stuttered. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had offered themselves so readily.

Sliding one hand down Ant’s torso, Viktor found his mate’s dick. He wasn’t going to be a pump and done, and he knew the moment he bit into Ant’s flesh his balls were going to empty. Ant’s slender cock was cut, and Viktor found that sweet cockhead easily enough, scooping up the juices of Ant’s precome on his fingers before wrapping them around Ant’s shaft.

It took barely a minute. A gentle twist with his fingers, a quick slice with his fangs, and as Ant’s orgasm pulsed gently over Viktor’s fingers, and his blood coated Viktor’s tongue, Viktor shuddered and his hips froze against Ant’s ass, allowing his balls to unload, sending his essence deep into his mate’s body.

“I claim Viktor as my mate,” Ant yelled at the ceiling. Viktor felt a quick sting of pain, like a dozen needles hitting the side of the neck, before it passed just as quickly.

Taking one last mouthful, Viktor swallowed and withdrew his fangs. He was panting hard, and Ant was in the same state, but then, as he reached his hand up, just checking against the side of his neck for any sign of blood, Viktor felt a click deep in his soul.

Claim made, accepted, and registered with the Mage Council. Congratulations, Doctor Channon.

“What the fuck?” Viktor had to stop himself from pulling out too roughly from Ant’s body. “Who the hell was that in my head?”

“The Mating Officer at the Mage Council,” Ant said, turning his head so he could rest his cheek on the mattress. The only thing was, Viktor heard the words, but Ant’s mouth hadn’t moved.

Er…Ant. Viktor thought cautiously. Mate of mine. Do we have a mind link?

Looks like it. Ant smiled, his eyes still closed. Nap time?