CHAPTER THREE #2
There was a firm, quick slap to his ass, and it stung just right, sending spikes of sharp sensations rippling through him.
This was an erotic dream come true. He wanted it again, and then there was another quick slap, just enough to redden the skin and heighten the experience.
This was heaven, letting this man take control and just letting go.
Tensions were gone, and a sense of euphoria was taking over.
He felt the build, the push, and the exquisite satisfaction reaching its pinnacle.
Then Damien thrust inside, forceful and hard, going to the base and exploding in an exquisite release, filling him and setting his flesh and his very soul on fire.
The connection was a flash burn, and his vision wavered for a second as he felt teeth bearing down on his throat.
Damien was biting him, and it was amazing.
Damien's arms were around him, holding him up and pressing him hard to his chest as they both reached their peak and were now slowly coming down. Rhett had come in a burst when Damien's teeth sank into his flesh. There was a pinch of pain, and then that welcome euphoria rained down.
He lay his head back against Damien's shoulder, and they stood like that for a few seconds. Damien kissed his neck and then stepped back, slowly pulling out. He then pulled Rhett’s jeans back up, tucked him in, and fastened them.
Rhett leaned against the bar with both hands, and then suddenly Damien spun him around and kissed him hard and exactly.
Damien was in control, and he was taking what he wanted.
It was a seal of possession, a symbol of ownership, and it was mind-blowing.
When he pulled back, he wore a smile so subtle it was barely there, but it spoke volumes.
"We'll handle this, Rhett. You'll have a crew by tomorrow.
" Damien dropped his right hand down to gently massage Rhett's ass.
He was continuing to mark his territory, and somehow, Rhett understood.
The room was cloaked in shadow as the night came fully upon them, but Rhett was hard-pressed to have the ambition to move.
He just leaned his weight against Damien, who did not seem to have an issue with it.
"I should go home." He said, finally, although he didn't feel it.
“You will come home with me," Damien stated.
“I have work tomorrow.”
“You’ll be fine, come with me.” Damien's voice was compelling, and Rhett followed without further questions.
Something was different; in the past few minutes, something had changed significantly.
Rhett found himself thinking of things fanciful and slightly outrageous, but in his mind, they were taking on a sense of reality.
Magic and monsters were appearing in his thoughts.
Was it from oxygen deprivation or the amazing sex?
Did he just get his brain scrambled? These were the things he asked himself as weirdness invaded his world.
Werewolves, vampires, a paranormal existence, it all came out of nowhere, but was taking hold in his consciousness.
He shook his head and brought his focus to the man holding his hand and walking him across the back alley to the warehouse on the other side.
The door opened and then closed, and Rhett found himself in a place polished, grand, and unbelievable. The interior of the warehouse was like that of a grand hotel or a luxurious office building, nothing like the rough exterior; it was two different worlds.
“This is the Coven house," Damien stated, as if it were common knowledge.
“You live here?” Rhett asked.
“Yes, I am a member of the Rose Coven. The entire membership has apartments here, although some have properties elsewhere in addition to their apartment here. I’ve worked in the field primarily over the last few decades as a coven operative, having returned home recently to oversee the Blood Rose restoration.
” His responses continued to be mundane, even though he was saying things that should make no sense at all.
He was making sense, strangely enough, and Rhett understood him.
It felt like doors opening up and information flowing in.
Again, he shook his head, trying to expel the strangeness, and turned his attention to Damien.
What was important right now was the man leading him up the stairs, and everything else could wait till later.
"I'm on the third floor, it’s a nice space.” He stated.
It wasn't long, and they were standing in front of a black door made of heavy metal construction.
That door was the most solid in the industry.
No one was getting through that door, and a quick glance around told him the entire place was solid.
This place, a supposed old warehouse, was actually built to withstand attack.
He opened the door and pulled Rhett inside, and quickly closed it. He led him into the living room and stopped. Damien then turned to look at Rhett with that same intensity as before. His face was sharp, and his gaze penetrating. He looked different, wild, and yet focused.
“You can see me now," Damien said and reached up to cup the side of Rhett's face in the palm of his large, rough hand.
For a businessman, he had particularly rough hands, which Rhett had noticed at their first meeting.
He did a lot more than just conduct meetings and shuffle paper. This man worked with his hands.
“I saw you when we first met," Rhett responded. “The attraction was immediate, and the more time we spend together, the clearer you have become. I can see you now." Rhett was trying to explain, but feared he was not making himself understood.
"I understand you perfectly," Damien told him as if reading his mind. “Our connection is building, and the awareness is upon you, Rhett. Open your mind and let it in.” Damien slipped his hand behind Rhett’s neck and pulled him in for another deep, explorative kiss that he could feel right down to his toes.
When he pulled back and looked down into Rhett's face, his eyes had changed.
No longer jet black, they now had a glow that burned red, and the connection he spoke of was tangible.
"I feel you reaching for me with your soul," Rhett said, and wondered where he'd gotten that sense, but it was there; he could feel it in his mind and in his flesh.
Something deep, very deep, was happening here, and he should be concerned, but Damien’s eyes, his touch, and his words were calming, leading him slowly and fully.
The kiss returned, but with a desperation this time, it was hard and searching rather than exploring.
He was marking and claiming those words came to him, and they made perfect sense now.
Damien’s lips moved suddenly to Rhett’s ear. “You are mine, Rhett, you belong to me.” The words were mere breath, but the sound radiated to his very core.
"I am yours, Damien." He agreed without hesitation.
Rhett was opening to the awareness, and it was showing him this world.
He was cautious but not afraid. The draw that was natural for a Fated bond was pulling him in and fading any resistance.
He could see Damien; he could see the vampire beneath the surface, and yet he did not turn away or cower.
He moved forward and reached for Damien.
Rhett was a beautiful man, strong, competent, honest, and open.
He was vulnerable but not weak. He wanted Damien as much as Damien wanted him, and he made that clear. He was not a shrinking violet, and he took what Damien gave and demanded more. He was absolutely perfect.
"I'm going to claim you, Rhett, claim you as my beloved, a bond that is timeless." Damien wasn't sure if he comprehended everything he was saying, but his eagerness was evident, and that was enough for now. Things had gone extremely well so far, and he was aching to get inside this man again.
He led him quickly into the bedroom and over to the large bed.
He saw him glance at the bed and then back at Damien.
So eager and so ready, it was delicious.
Damien stripped him; the heavy shirt was gone, the jeans and boots were tossed across the room, and within minutes, he stood there naked and utterly breathtaking.
He enjoyed him earlier, and it was wonderful, but seeing him fully and completely was a treat he would savor forever.
Damien reached out and took his hard cock in hand.
"Stay still, don't move." He said, and Rhett dropped his hands to his sides.
He stepped up to stand in front of him eye to eye and began stroking base to tip over and over, sensitizing and invigorating, sending chills and excitement through his lover.
Rhett gasped and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, and then opened them, looking so passionate, so expectant.
His hand held him firm and fast, and the strokes became rapid.
Rhett’s heated flesh was sliding sensually through Damien’s fingers.
He squeezed tighter, causing Rhett’s breath to come in short, struggling pants, and his flesh started to quiver.
He was coming to the edge, but it wasn't yet time.
Damien squeezed harder, staving off the inevitable orgasm, and Rhett cried out.
“Not yet.” He said deeply and sharply. He pushed him backward, and it was then that Rhett seemed to remember he was standing at the edge of the bed.
He fell backward, out of breath, and desperately reached for Damien.
“Don’t move.” Damien’s tone was still deep and sharp but also filled with longing.
Rhett remained still, his beautiful body lying out before him, and Damien was so hard he was about to come just looking at his gorgeous beloved.
He reached down and opened his pants, releasing his hard cock, taking it in his hand, and stroking it slowly.
The hungry look on Rhett’s face was worth everything. “You want this?”
“Yes.” Rhett’s voice was hoarse with the need so clearly displayed.
“Touch me.” Damien stepped closer, positioning himself between Rhett's legs.
Rhett reached out and held Damien's hard, leaking cock and locked his gaze on Damien.
The air was thick with sex and want, both craving what the other could give.
The touch was electric and sent shock waves through Damien. His beloved owned him body and soul.
The strokes became fast and frantic, sending Damien so close to finality, but he managed to pull back.
Then he took Rhett’s hand in his and stilled it.
The disappointment was palatable, and Damien couldn't help the smile that came forth at the look of frustration on his beloved's sweet, handsome face.
“How much do you want this?” The words were barely across his lips when Rhett rolled and got onto his knees on the edge of the bed, bending his face toward the bed and his ass in the air on full display. The act was equal parts submissive and demanding.
“What a beautiful sight.” Damien bent and placed a kiss on the small of his back. Rhett gripped the bedspread in his fists and pressed his forehead into the bed.
Damien began massaging his opening, pressing and stretching. He was still stretched from before, but he wanted to make sure he was properly prepared. He pressed forcefully and lined up his eager cock. “You belong to me, Rhett."
"I belong to you, Damien." He repeated, and it struck a particularly possessive chord with Damien. The awakening was doing its part.
"All mine," Damien growled and plunged inside, burying himself to the base. "All mine." He repeated and did it again. He slammed inside, holding Rhett's hips to steady him and to increase the force of impact. Rhett moaned and moved his ass further back, wanting more of what Damien was giving.
Damien delivered a sharp slap to his ass, leaving a slight redness, and Rhett moaned again, so erotic and needy it was calling to Damien.
Damien slapped the other side quickly and sharply, and again, Rhett moaned and asked for more.
Damien pounded into him, filling him, stretching him.
The tightness was dizzying. It was an embrace that held hot and tight.
It was such a mind-numbing sensation. It sizzled through Damien’s system.
No one would ever compare to this man. This was his life, his center, his everything.
Suddenly, Damien pulled out and stepped back, leaving Rhett crying for more.
He then grabbed him effortlessly and flipped him onto his back.
“I want to see you when I fuck you and claim you. I want to see the pleasure and satisfaction in your eyes.”
Damien was still completely dressed, so he quickly stripped to the waist. He needed skin on skin.
He took hold of Rhett’s legs and pushed them up until his entrance was displayed in all its glory.
"You are so beautiful." He mumbled to himself and, without further thought, thrust into that tight velvety embrace.
The sensations were out of this world, sending thrills and sparks up his spine and exploding in his brain.
He hammered inside racing to completion while listening to his beloved cry out for more.
This was the claim. It was coming on hard, and he felt it filling his heart and mind.
He looked into Rhett's eyes, and he saw the awareness taking him.
Damien came in an explosive orgasm, hot and intense stream after stream, it filled his beloved scorching and branding as his own.
He pulled Rhett up and pressed him to his chest and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of his throat.
He'd taken a taste before, but only enough to start the bond, not enough to seal.
This time, he went deep, drinking his fill, and felt the rejuvenation and energy surging through him.
Rhett shuddered and came, filling the space between them with his seed and gripping onto Damien as if his life depended upon it. Damien leaned into him until Rhett rolled onto his back with Damien on top. He continued to hold him drinking and linking their lives together.
Gradually, he finished and licked the wound, sensitizing the flesh. Rhett moaned and gasped throughout, making every move so gorgeous. Damien did not pull out but rather rolled his hips, enjoying the tightness and heat that wrapped him. Rhett put his legs around him and held him secure.
"I could stay like this forever," Rhett spoke first.
"Forever," Damien repeated.