Chapter 23 My Mate, the Vampire
twenty-three
My Mate, the Vampire
*MARCELLUS*
Benjamin goes straight to bed, while I make sure to seek out Silas and tell him what I’ve accomplished. Maybe it’s silly to feel proud, but I just feel like I truly reached a milestone with Benjamin, and that for the first time, I actually made him understand, and to give himself a chance.
Silas listens patiently and doesn’t call me out for being insanely joyful. Instead, he just smiles and listens. Once I am done, he wraps his arms around me. “You did amazingly,” he says gently. “I knew you could do it.”
“I can’t believe I managed to make him listen,” I admit.
“You proved to him that you respect him, his boundaries and his fears despite being an alpha. I strongly believe that was extremely important for him. Hopefully, he can start moving forward from now on. Goddess knows, he deserves it.” He pauses.
“How did he react when you told him you want him as the future gamma?”
“The usual. At first, he claimed he is not worth it. However, after talking about the rank, I believe he is realizing this could be it for him.”
Benjamin is an alpha’s son. The fact that his father never properly trained him and that his wolf is weakened, maybe doesn’t make him real alpha material. There are also his many traumas to consider. However, he is definitely made for a rank.
“He just needs to believe in himself,” Silas agrees. “He would be a great gamma. Looking out for others is exactly what he is good at. Lucian thinks so, too.”
“Oh, right, Lucian. Did you talk to him?” I ask.
“Yes, and he said he’d be honored to become beta,” Silas says. “As long as he can still be my right hand.”
“We are co-rulers, so he isn’t just my beta, he is ours. We are an unconventional pack anyway,” I say. “Can do everything our way.”
“That’s what I told him, too,” he chuckles. “It’s just a bit of a foreign concept for us vampires, so be patient with us.”
“Don’t worry, I will be,” I say. “Oh, and I was thinking about adding Micah or Sheila to the ranked members, also. Seeing how we are growing and most of our pack members come with trauma or difficult pasts, a delta would be good. Micah is an omega, so he isn’t really suited to take a rank where he needs to fight a lot, but as a delta, he would be perfect.
As for Sheila, she is very capable and already works a lot with the victims, plus, a female, ranked member would be good. ”
“Absolutely! Both would deserve a rank. Let’s talk to them to see what they think,” Silas announces. I feel his fingers against the back of my neck, gently brushing through my hair. “And now, how about you pay some attention to your mate?”
He certainly manages to get my immediate attention with that.
I make sure to hold him tightly while he wraps his legs around my waist. Silas is tall, but more on the slender, athletic side than I am.
“You know,” he whispers huskily. “I didn’t know the benefits of having a hot, alpha werewolf boyfriend until I met you.
Vampires usually can’t carry me around. It’s hot that you can. ”
He really is in a flirty mood! Lucky me!
We make it to our bedroom, where I drop him on the bed and climb on top of him. Silas enjoys his old-fashioned clothes, which look handsome on him but are a pain to undress. And, he doesn’t like it when I rip them off his body.
I’ve tried!
Once.
“You need other clothes,” I point out.
Silas chuckles. “Why? I love to let you work for it!”
However, he generously helps me, unbuttoning his shirt for me, until I can slip it off his smooth shoulders. He has the softest skin I’ve ever seen on a person, smooth and slightly cool to the touch, but not uncomfortably so.
“You are the most beautiful being in the world,” I mutter while kissing his collarbone.
I feel his hands brushing through my hair. “Only you can say something like that without sounding corny,” he says. “But you know“-his voice is lower now, almost hoarse. “That’s quite attractive. Now, you may fuck me.”
Whenever Silas lets his guard down to a point where he actually asks me so directly, it’s incredibly hot. We try to keep the noise down, neither of us wanting to wake up Benjamin and traumatize him if he should walk in on me being balls deep in my mate.
There are limits to the amount of embarrassment I can take, and a peepshow for my surrogate little brother is certainly not on my bucket list.
Once I’ve stripped Silas naked, I get rid of my own clothes before diving down again and peppering his body with kisses. His smooth muscles flex under my touch, his longer fingers brush over my chest, slightly cold to the touch.
When I grab the bottle of lube, Silas stops me. “Wait,” he says, taking it from me.
“What are you-“
“Don’t ruin the mood,” he says with a smirk, before undoing the cap and spreading some of the liquid on his fingers.
I watch in awe at how he turns over and gets on his knees before starting to prepare and stretch himself.
My dick hardens at the show my mate puts on for me.
The moment Silas turns over again, his lips parting in a devilish smirk, I decide to put up my own show.
I push him onto his back, kneeling between his legs before I bend down.
He is half hard already when I wrap my lips around his cock.
Silas gasps, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch me, while I lick his shaft.
I am certainly not a pro at giving head due to my gag reflex, but I enjoy the way Silas reacts when I do.
I take in his dick as much as I can, sucking while I use my hands to stroke his shaft.
“Fuck,” Silas curses. “Don’t you dare make me come now.”
That’s his way of saying he likes what I am doing.
His moans spur me on, and I use my tongue more to tease him further, until I feel him tensing up. Only then do I draw back. “You can’t be serious,” Silas groans.
“You said I shouldn’t make you come,” I say.
He sends me a death-glare while I just look at him innocently.
He mutters something about his insufferable werewolf mate, while I kneel between his legs, pushing his hips up slightly. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me closer. “You are insufferable,” he repeats.
“I love you, too,” I say, smiling when I notice how he flushes slightly.
He parts his lips slightly, muttering his reply. I make out the words ‘love’ and ‘you’, and ‘annoying’. He can be so adorable.
Silas wraps his legs around my middle, pulling me closer. I push into him slowly, so as not to stretch him too much too quickly. He is pretty loose, though, as our last time wasn’t very long ago. “Now,“ Silas wraps his arms around my neck. “Make me feel amazing.”
“At your service,” I say, pulling out until only my tip is still inside him before snapping my hips forward again.
Silas moans. “That’s what I was talking about!”
I keep up a fast pace, only varying the strength of my thrusts, enjoying the way Silas writhes beneath me.
It feels amazing to have my dick buried so deep inside him, still the most intense feeling ever.
Amos is equally reeling in the sensation, the sparks of the bond enhancing the experience.
I also know Silas feels it, because his lips are parted slightly, and he has a blissful expression on his face.
I can’t wait to mark him, but I will do it as he wants to, with a big gesture and a romantic evening.
“Harder, Marcellus,” Silas breathes out. “This feels amazing.”
I oblige, thrusting into him with more intent now, while I make sure to wrap one of my hands around his cock again to finally make him come.
A shiver goes through Silas’ body, his muscles around my dick tensing.
His fingers dig into my shoulder almost painfully, holding on to me.
Likewise, my own tension is building, but I make sure he comes first.
Silas keeps his arms around me while we both ride out our orgasm before we sink back into the mattress.
I gently pull out of him before dropping onto my back, making sure to keep Silas close against my body.
He always pretends not to be into cuddles, but I know he is.
His head rests against my shoulder now. “You are pretty amazing, Marcellus,” he says all of a sudden.
“Brave, strong and kind. And you are no idiot, either.”
Something about his words makes me feel flustered.
Naturally, Silas catches on, because he raises his brows. “Are you genuinely embarrassed by me complimenting you?”
“Of course I am! You never compliment me.”
“What? That’s not true! I do,” he argues.
“Well, certainly not with words,” I chuckle. “But I don’t mind. You are honest without being hurtful, and you are genuine. I appreciate that.”
“Marcellus.” Silas rests his palm against my chest. “I want to ask you something. But you need to promise not to get mad.”
I scrunch my nose. “That’s an awful opening to a talk and not a fair one.”
“I know, but please promise.”
I sigh. “Alright.”
“Did you ever regret being mated to a man?” Silas asks.
“Where is that coming from all of a sudden?” I ask, surprised.
“It’s just something I’ve been wondering about,” he admits. “You can be honest. I can handle some honesty. So, did you ever regret it?”
“No, never,” I say.
“But won’t you miss lying with a woman?”
I stare at him and sigh. “Silas-“
“Allow me to be insecure, too, at times,” he says. “So?”
“No, I don’t miss it,” I say. “You know I am bi, I’ve always been. Actually, I knew it when I was a teen. I don’t have a preference for any gender. You are my mate, and it’s honestly as intense as they always say. You are all I need and all I want.”
“I can’t give you children,” he says quietly. “And I know werewolves, alphas in particular, are very much about heirs and family.”
So that’s what he is truly worrying about. I figured it had to be more than just my sexuality.
“By now, you should know I am not a usual alpha,” I say. “Do I want children? Yes, one day I want them, but we can adopt. If I have learned one thing in my life, it’s that I don’t need to be related to someone to see them as family.”
“Same sex couples within the vampires sometimes hire a surrogate,” he says more to himself than to me.
“That’s unusual for wolves,” I admit. “But why not? See? We have options. But whatever is going to happen, I want it to, with you. Amos loves you, too, you know?”
“Although he has no wolf counterpart as his mate?” Silas asks.
“He doesn’t mind. He can take over my body whenever he wants to be with you, and he knows you accept the both of us.”
“I love both of you,” Silas clarifies. “Shifters and their mates… It’s truly a peculiar concept.” He sits up and stretches. “Too many feelings for one talk,” he states.
I laugh. “You started it.”
Silas grumbles slightly, clearly because he has nothing to retort. Then, however, he stills, tilting his head. “Oh, damn it!”
“What?”
“I can feel Alex and Durant’s presence. I can’t believe they have to interrupt at a time like this.” He looks kind of adorable when he is annoyed, at least when I am not the reason for his annoyance.
Well, it’s still early anyway, so we both get up, take a swift shower before Silas leaves to meet with his brothers.
Meanwhile, I decide to get some paperwork done. I am not really the office type, and absolutely loathe doing that stuff, but someone has to do it, and I can’t shove everything off to Silas all the time. Fortunately, Micah is kind enough to help me.
It’s a boring, uneventful late afternoon, until I feel a shiver going down my spine like there is a cold breeze coming towards me. “Is the window open? It’s a bit chilly.”
Micah blinks. “What? Yes, but it’s not really cold outside.”
Goosebumps start to appear on my forearm, making me stare down at them in confusion. Am I getting sick? That would be weird. Usually, Amos fights off most illnesses that come toward us. Another shiver goes down my spine, making me get up from my desk.
“Marc?” Micah asks. “What’s wrong?”
My body feels tense, slowly, the cold on my arms spreads through my body like an invisible ice dragon keeps breathing down my neck. Amos stirs, and I suddenly know.
“We are being attacked,” I blurt out.
“What?” Micah gapes. “But we haven’t-“
“No time,” I blurt out. “It’s my gift. Get the children and omegas to safety.”
Micah nods, jumping up and rushing out of the office. Silas, attack, Northern borders, I link my mate.
Through the bond, I can feel Silas startling, but all I get is a firm Got you, like the professional he is.
The shiver I feel on my skin is becoming stronger, and it pushes me to act fast. Whoever it is, they are getting closer.
I link my warriors while rushing outside.
We are a small pack, but the good thing about giving disgraced shifters a chance is that many of them used to be warriors and are eager to prove themselves.
The moment I can feel the presence of my fellow warriors, I shift to Amos’ form.
Can you sense them already?
The icy cold around us is replaced by a burning fire of anger all of a sudden. Yes, Amos growls. Let’s get these fuckers!