Chapter 10 Rest #2
“Yes, as are all of the members of my Bloodline,” Ryder agreed. “Unlike you, I cannot remember who I should trust and who I should worry about. And then there is all that time while I was gone that I have to worry about. Legion may have swayed some. The horrors of the War may have swayed others.”
“Well, no one has any structures who have come into the Weryn Palace,” Grayson said with a negligent wave.
Ryder shook his head. “I should have known that you were still using your gifts! Daemon is going to be very cross with you.”
Grayson gave an impish smile. “It was very little. Hardly anything at all. And I’ve been practically using all my free time to sleep with you. When we’re not making love that is.”
Grayson snuggled up against his chest. Ryder’s arms automatically wound around him.
His cock pulsed as he felt Grayson’s lithe, naked body pressed up against his own.
Obviously, when they slept, he was in his fuzzy forms only, but there was nothing better than being skin against skin with his beloved.
“Balthazar has ordered me not to waste any of your strength. Tonight is the first of the Helm Bloodline parties, remember?” Ryder teased. “And we need you at your best.”
Despite his words, he found himself burying his face in the space between Grayson’s throat and shoulder.
The scent of the young man flooded his nostrils and his fangs came out.
He grimaced and withdrew. Drinking from Grayson was a no-no right now.
He’d already drained a bottle and a half of blood, but Grayson still made him thirsty.
“Yes, how could I forget? Their idea of fun is to turn everyone to a life of crime,” Grayson chuckled.
His fingers carded through Ryder’s hair. Ryder rumbled in pleasure. Though he had told Julian that it wasn’t respectful to be petted in their animal forms, he found he adored being so in both his human and animal ones by Grayson.
“Yes, and they’ve Daemon to go along with it,” Ryder agreed.
“I suppose when your gift is invisibility a life of crime seems apropo,” Grayson admitted as he lazily kissed Ryder’s shoulder.
“So many cat burglars among them.” Ryder grimaced. “Not to mention, they’ve stolen many Ever Dark artifacts, too. Caemorn is convinced that if we raided their strongholds on Earth that we would find a treasure trove of magical weapons, enchanted jewelry and the like.”
“I’m sure he’s right. But you know that he doesn’t care that they’ve stolen. Only that–”
“He can’t be the one to investigate and use them?” Ryder completed his sentence.
“Yes, well, yes. But he doesn’t think that the Helm are doing anything with them at all. They’re like dragons who horde treasure. They can’t spend it, let alone truly appreciate it, and just roll around in it. So Caemorn thinks it’s a waste,” Grayson pointed out.
His cock was nudging Ryder’s stomach. Someone was not reserving his strength. Ryder was having the same issue.
“They aren’t having the students steal Ever Dark magical artifacts for them, are they?” Ryder’s eyebrows drew together.
“No, though there will be prizes of gold, silver, and gems.” Grayson laid out the plan, which Ryder had only heard tangentially.
His focus was now firmly on the outside of Nightvallen while the other Immortals would concentrate on keeping the inside safe.
“There are ten treasures. Each of them is hidden somewhere in Nightvallen. So the first step is that we have to break into the Helm mansion and steal a copy of the treasures’ locations without being caught. ”
“By Vampires? How are you not going to be caught?” Ryder shook his head as he imagined Vampires pretending not to notice as students–giggling and wide-eyed–crouch-walked past them.
“That would be a problem, but the guards that are there are human. Acolytes and other workers who have agreed to help,” Grayson explained. “The real danger will be the traps.”
“What sort of traps exactly? They are keeping in mind that humans are fragile. This isn’t like sending a bunch of new fledglings in to burgle a place.” Ryder was frowning.
“Harmless traps like floors that give way to ball pits, alarms that sound, weapons that fire paintballs, etcetera. Obviously, I don’t know them all.
The Helm have been quite secretive. Balthazar had to wheedle even that much out of them and he had to stress safety as the reason,” Grayson admitted.
“Once we know where the treasures are then we need to get past all sorts of traps and guards and devices to obtain them, too. Whatever we get is ours to keep.”
“You know, if one were very clever–and underhanded–I would say wait for others to do the hard work of getting the maps and treasures before stealing both from them,” Ryder pointed out.
Grayson grinned. “I’m sure that will be some students’ modus operandi.
But Eiji already has a plan to counteract that and take advantage of those who would do so.
All the roommates have decided to work together to obtain the prizes.
More likely to succeed as a team than simply as individuals. And Eiji is our leader.”
Ryder was surprised that Grayson wasn’t taking the lead.
But, then again, he was playing the role of a harmless student, though Eiji now knew better.
Still, he was happy that Grayson had released some control to others.
This was a game after all and did not require the General to focus upon it. Better for him to rest and relax.
“Eiji is playing? I thought since he is practically glued to Nero’s hip that he was out of the game now.” Ryder’s eyebrows lifted.
Nero, for all of his good natured and laid-back attitude, would be just the same as any Vampire Master who had chosen a Childe and that was possessive. He wouldn’t want anyone sniffing around Eiji or even thinking that they had a chance to win the older man over.
“Oh, he’s going to be Nero’s Childe, for sure.
But he still wants to play. What’s the fun of being a yakuza boss if you have to stand on the sidelines for a heist like this?
” Grayson pointed out. “Besides, Nero loves shiny things stolen from other people best of all. He’ll be thrilled if Eiji wins big. He’s cheering Eiji on.”
“And he gets one over on the Helm, too. I seem to recall him muttering something about a Helm Vampire stealing his drinking money?” Ryder asked.
Grayson nodded. “That he was drunk on corpse powder wine made that possible though. He shouldn’t be that mad at the Helm Vampire who took advantage.”
“The man forgets nothing.”
Grayson’s hands started to rove over Ryder’s front. Ryder suppressed a groan as his nipples peaked and his cock hardened.
“And what is your role in this heist tonight, Grayson?” he asked through clenched teeth. “Lookout?”
“You sound like you’re hoping that’s all I do,” Grayson chuckled.
He’d started to kiss down Ryder’s front to his cock, which was rising out of a nest of curls. Grayson pushed him lightly onto his back. Despite Grayson only having human levels of strength, Ryder found himself mostly at Grayson’s pleasure.
“I want you to have fun, but I want you to be safe,” Ryder admitted, drawing in a deep breath as Grayson’s lips hovered over the tip of his cock. “People running around in the dark, trying to conceal themselves, sounds like a pretty good opportunity for the Sect to strike.”
He feared his words would cool Grayson’s ardor, but his lover pulled down the furs completely and settled himself between Ryder’s spread thighs.
Grayson’s right hand closed around the base of his cock.
Ryder’s hips lifted unconsciously. Grayson tapped his right hip with his other hand to “warn” him against moving.
Ryder settled himself and gripped the sheets.
“I’m hoping that they will,” Grayson finally said. “We need to know if we’ve missed any of them or if Nightvallen is truly safe.”
Ryder wondered that, too. But even without the Sect inside Nightvallen there was still Rachel, the reporter, wanting to speak to Grayson about his mother and his past.
Grayson had kept his distance from her while Dani, Kaito and Nero had ensured that if he missed her nearness, they cut her off before she got close enough.
But tonight neither he nor Ryder could be right by Grayson’s side.
There would be opportunities for her to get close.
The Helm wanted the press to report on their clever games after all.
But all thought left him as Grayson’s mouth encircled the head of his cock. Heat. Suction. Sweetness. It all spread through him, out from his core to the tips of his fingers and toes. He felt like he was being bathed in erotic heat.
His cock was too large for Grayson to completely swallow him, but the young man used his hand for what his mouth could not take in. That hand teased his balls and stroked and squeezed his shaft.
Grayson’s tongue swirled over the head, teasing the slit open, and letting more precum gush out. The young man hummed in pleasure at the taste of him. That hum ran down his shaft and into the core of him. Already, Ryder thought he could cum.
He swallowed more and more of Ryder’s cock, sucking and licking as he went. His teeth were kept well away from Ryder’s shaft. He missed though having Ashyr’s fangs drag along his member. But he appreciated Grayson’s care for him now.
But then Grayson was pulling off of him. Taking away that precious heat and suction. The hand was removed too as Grayson instead bathed his shaft with his tongue, making it wet and slick.
“Grayson, what are you–”
That was all he got out before Grayson was mounting his cock. They’d made love a few hours before, but he hadn’t stretched Grayson in that time and–But Grayson was sinking down onto his cock. His back passage was so hot and tight and clinging to him. Ryder practically levitated from the bed.
“I need you in me. Just love me, Ryder,” Grayson said.
“Love you? That’s what I’m meant to do.”