CHAPTER FIVE #2
“The Castile Coven made moves." Victor, second in command of the Rose Coven, reported to Master Rose. "The issue with Alex and Jackson and the events at the Blood Rose the other night has resulted in eliminations.” Master Rose turned to him with a hard grin.
"The permanent kind?" He asked, and Victor nodded. "On whose orders?"
“Not certain.” He responded. “Master Castile is out of the country, and Finnian Shade has been running the show."
“Who has been killed?”
"Tristan Valier, one of the coworkers who accompanied Alex Stewart on Friday, and Jackson Freed, the man Roman put in the hospital.” Victor then speculated. “It could be an in-house cleanup operation since both men worked for the First National.”
“Watch them closely and give this information to Roman. He may want to bring his beloved back to the Coven for added protection just in case Shade has designs on young Alex.”
"Will do," Victor stated, and then added as he was walking away. "I have people watching the two girls, Amy and Kate, who were also present on Friday and who also work at the bank, but nothing so far."
“Keep watch until I say otherwise.” He paused. “I don’t like murders that lead back to the Blood Rose. I don’t want the scrutiny that it brings.”
“We’ll end it.”
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Alex was euphoric, leaning into the exhilaration that came when Roman fed from him.
The feeling was indescribable and rushed through him, sharpening every nerve and every pleasure center.
Nothing in this world felt as good as Roman’s touch.
The sex was rough and spontaneous, but they had yet to make use of the bed.
He loved the way Roman took control, although allowing Alex to still feel just a bare undercurrent of power.
The fact that his new lover was a powerful vampire was not as devastating as might be expected. That fact just got filed away along with all the sudden craziness that was now his reality. He should be shaking and crying, and yet all he wanted was for Roman to fuck him one more time.
The man was becoming an obsession, and Alex could not bear the thought of ever leaving him. That too should upset him because he was not normally that kind of guy, but apparently, where Roman was concerned, he was exactly that kind of guy.
Roman finished and just held him for a few minutes before he cleaned him up and helped him straighten his clothes.
This man was surprisingly tender. He bent and placed a hot, moist kiss on the end of Alex's cock before tucking him in and zipping him up.
The touch had reignited the desire, and his blood was pumping for Roman once again; he would never get enough.
Alex knew who he was. The awakening Roman had told him about had made the supernatural very clear to him. Roman was a vampire guard, a position that was violent, bloody, and cold.
Roman was the Master's guard, which meant his level of violence and icy brutality was way beyond the average, and yet here he was tending to Alex like he was precious.
This was Alex's lover, this was the man he was falling for so quickly and thoroughly.
He hardly knew himself anymore, and yet it was as if he never knew himself better.
Dinner was an event, a lovely spread on the balcony, a presentation that touched Alex.
It was unnecessary, but Roman went above and beyond just to make him happy.
This was why he was falling so quickly for this man, and the sex wasn't bad either.
He thanked him and smiled, and Roman's face, stony and all hard angles, lit up.
“I’m glad you like it.” He responded.
"Amy called me." He said, and Roman raised an eyebrow but did not comment.
"She said she left Friday night, forgetting that we had all come together. She apologized for leaving without saying goodbye and asked if we could do it again sometime." Alex stared at Roman for a moment. “She had no memory of me going to the alley for a smoke and not returning.”
"Nolan cleared their minds of your disappearance so they would leave without issue. Tristan had already left, so he was unaffected. Jackson was a perpetrator, and Nolan didn't want him to forget that fact." Roman was very matter-of-fact about it, so Alex didn't dig any deeper.
"Makes sense." He said, finally. "Is Tristan part of the sex party at the bank?" He had to ask; his curiosity was getting the best of him.
"Not sure, it's possible from what I hear Finnian Shade is a prolific lover, many partners across many time zones."
“Is he bi or gay?”
“Why?”
“I was wondering about Amy and Kate.” Roman looked at him over the rim of his wine glass as he took a slow sip.
"I think we've talked long enough about people who are not us," Roman said very slowly and with sensual intent. Alex grinned and pushed his chair back.
“You want me to talk about you, Roman?” He teased.
“About how fucking sexy you are and about how much I love the way you touch me.” He could see the red bleeding into Roman’s eyes and knew he was getting close to losing himself to his vampire.
Roman licked his bottom lip as he ate away at the vision of Alex sprawled in the chair across from him.
"You play a dangerous game." His tone was guttural and made Alex's flesh prickle. The sensation was thrilling every moment that Roman brought him to a new level of exhilaration. His breath caught in his throat when Roman stood and stared at him with those burning eyes.
“I can’t keep my hands off you.” He growled.
"No one is asking you to," Alex stated softly with his eyes half closed, and Roman moved faster than Alex thought possible.
It was the vampire that reacted, and within seconds, and in a state of shock, Alex found himself prostrate on the bed in the main bedroom with his pants already around his ankles.
"Strip," Roman commanded.