Chapter 13 After #2
“You’re worried if I don’t choose another Ashyr that I won’t have my own gift,” Grayson said, acting more like he had Eyros’ gift rather than his own.
She sighed. “I can understand why you’re leery about having anyone in our Bloodline turn you. The most powerful of us are your Children. And though it would be an act of service and worship for us to turn you… I can see why you wouldn’t want to change things between us all.”
“I feel I let you down before by walking into that trap Kaly set for me,” Grayson told her. “You need a full Master and Immortal back, not a Childe that needs you to feed them.”
Ryder’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of feeding Grayson.
He imagined those new fangs on his wrist, his throat or even nipples.
Grayson would not have the emotional needs as a Childe did, but he would still likely have to feed from his Master for a time as all of them had. They could make it fun.
He imagined concocting a hunt where his beautiful Grayson would have to find him to win the prize of his blood.
They dart between trees, up on rooftops, along the tops of walls.
There would also be those times when they would simply sit in front of a fire, Grayson pillowed on his chest like he was now, and Grayson would simply nurse for comfort as much as sustenance.
His fingers would card through that thick hair and Grayson would make soft, happy sounds.
It wouldn’t last for long as Grayson would, undoubtedly, be up and about, knowing that there were a million tasks for the General.
But they would have those fireplace times.
Those quiet moments. And if he turned Grayson, that would mean just, in general, more time for them.
Wouldn’t a connection to all living creatures be useful to him?
Or what about the joy of simply shifting into an animal or two or three?
He bet that Grayson would not be limited to one animal form if he were to turn him.
“Let’s just put the issue of my turning to the side,” Grayson said. “How is everybody out there? And what about Hue and Rachel?”
“Hue is here. In Mairead’s room, I think. Yes, she is.” Dani brightened at Hue’s name. “I should let you know that your group was victorious, finding all of the treasures.”
“Really?” Grayson lifted his head up, beaming. “I knew they would!” He sobered then. “But that was likely helped in part by the fact that a bunch of the students had been compelled to think those bugs were treasure.”
“I don’t think it mattered. They were simply more aligned and together,” she said with a wave. “Nero is crowing everywhere about it.”
Grayson settled back down and Ryder put a gentle hand on his upper back to keep him there.
“That’s great. I’m so glad,” Grayson said with feeling. “Do they have any… ah, questions?”
“They have nothing but questions,” Dani sighed. “Your position as Ryder’s fledgling is explaining some of it. Since Eiji and Nero are also bound for all intents and purposes, that is explaining the heavy Ashyr Bloodline presence here. But none of your roommates are stupid.”
“No, they aren’t,” Grayson agreed.
“But we cannot tell them,” Ryder said. “Not because we don’t trust them, but I’m sure that there are Eyros Vampires other than Roan who could read their minds. It’s best if they know nothing. Or, at least, nothing more than we can possibly help it.”
“And Rachel?” Grayson’s voice quavered a little on her name.
Another sigh. A deeper one. “She definitely had questions, but she managed not to take out her pen and notepad though I did have to promise her that I would ask you about meeting her when you’re able.”
“Somehow I don’t think she said when I’m able,” Grayson said dryly.
“She wanted you immediately, but if she gets to speak to you at all, she’ll get you when you’re able,” Dani said sweetly.
“She’s no match for you.”
“Her reporter skills are useless against me,” Dani agreed.
“She didn’t see all that happened,” Ryder pointed out.
“No, she did not. But I wonder if Balthazar or another Eyros shouldn’t give her brain a quick cleanse all the same,” Dani said. “She’ll notice that the others’ memories of last night will be a bit different than hers.”
“Hopefully, she’ll think it’s a scoop,” Grayson said. “And won’t compare notes too closely.”
Dani nodded and stood up from the bed. “Now, while I have great hopes that you will go to sleep as soon as I leave the room, Grayson, I already am expecting those hopes to be smashed.”
Grayson gave her a winsome look. “I promise I’ll sleep after.”
She rolled her eyes. “I will keep watch.” She pointed a stern finger at Ryder. “Make sure he sleeps.”
He saluted her. “I promise.”
She accepted the salute and marched out, closing the door behind her. Grayson sagged on top of him.
“We’ve got her blessing,” Grayson breathed.
“A hard won blessing,” Ryder said. “Though I am wondering if she is right–”
“No! No, I just… I won’t move. Much. I won’t move much. You can do everything. I’d rather like it if you do,” Grayson said. “I just want to feel our bodies connect. I want to have you touching me everywhere. And then I’ll be satisfied that you’re really here. All back. And then I can rest.”
A niggling guilt went through Ryder. His behavior earlier had truly unnerved his beloved.
That and not being able to go with him, had clearly worried Grayson.
If for no other reason than to make that feeling go away, he would have made love to Grayson, but he was always drawn to him, always wanting their bodies, minds and souls to connect.
So he’d gently switched their places, placing Grayson on his back on the bed.
He’d placed a pillow beneath his hips and rolled his legs back so that Grayson’s knees were against his chest. Then he’d used his mouth to slick the way.
Grayson’s breathing had quickened first then he’d started to make these delicious whines as
Ryder’s tongue had fluttered against his opening.
Using his teeth and lips as well as tongue to tease that opening into releasing millimeter by millimeter had been a joy.
Grayson’s hips had tried to jerk, but he’d held the young man firmly.
This was one thing he would miss when they were both Immortals again.
Grayson would be just as strong then and he wouldn’t be able to hold him still.
His tongue wriggled inside as the tight ring of muscle gave way and he could feel those silken insides.
Grayson was really keening now and his head thrashed.
Ryder had used every skill he had with his mouth to leave Grayson breathless and panting.
His opening was like a hungry mouth, too, that he had thoroughly explored and conquered.
Only then did he kiss his way up Grayson’s inner thighs until he was up on his knees.
He reached over to the nightstand for lubricant.
Spit would not be enough even with Grayson this relaxed.
He undid the tube and squirted a dollop into his right palm then smoothed it up and down his already hardening shaft.
The taste of Grayson on his tongue was like an aphrodisiac.
He looked down at Grayson’s already pliant body.
The young man's hair was already beginning to curl as sweat glued some of the tendrils to his forehead and temples. Grayson’s eyes were half-way closed and were mostly black with the pupils blown wide with desire.
Those eyes were not silver. Yet. But he could see his beloved in them.
Our lives this time did not change who we are so much as bring out a part of us that our former lives wouldn’t let surface.
Ryder reached down and cupped Grayson’s face. The young man turned his head into it and kissed his palm. He ran his thumb over Grayson’s lower lip. It was plump and wet.
Grayson’s cock was also hard. It curled, rosy and weeping, over Grayson’s stomach. A few drops of precum had fallen onto Grayson’s belly. Ryder ducked down and lapped those up. Grayson’s stomach muscles danced.
“In me,” Grayson breathed.
Ryder had no desire to wait. He wanted them to join.
He positioned the head of his cock against Grayson’s opening and used his body weight to simply push inside. There was resistance even after all the work his mouth had done, but, soon enough, he was in. Heat, tightness, and the sense of connection filled him.
Ryder tossed his head back and closed his eyes. The urge to howl was so strong in him. He let his head fall forward and his eyelids to crack open. He didn’t want to miss the look on Grayson’s face for an instant. He was not wrong to want to see it.
Grayson’s pink lips were parted. His tongue swept out and licked them both, leaving them wet and beautiful in its wake.
He could not help but to lean down and capture them in a kiss.
Grayson’s arms wound around his neck then even as their bodies snicked together.
He was fully seated in his beloved’s body.
He groaned into their kiss. This was right. This was perfection.
They continued to kiss and hold onto one another for long moments without moving any other parts of their bodies. But, finally, Grayson’s legs wound around his waist and his heels dug into Ryder’s lower back. Grayson needed him to move.
It was slow and steady. He pulled out and thrust back in without jarring Grayson.
He wanted to be so gentle with his beloved.
He’d been through so much. Both of them had.
And yet, he found himself not mourning Forsworn while he was so keenly connected to Grayson and this moment.
He did not think of Legion rotting away in one of the dungeons beneath Daemon’s palace.
No, all of those thoughts flowed away, he was with Grayson and that was all that mattered. Home was here. Home was with him.
His movements became faster over time. Heat. Friction. The contraction of Grayson’s body around his cock. It had him become more desperate as his balls tightened against his groin and hot tendrils of desire spun out to every molecule of his body.
Their mouths fused, not leaving one another, as their bodies pulled apart and came together.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh matched the beating of their hearts and their breathing.
Ryder tried to slow it down, tried not to have Grayson tire himself, but Grayson’s languid hold on him had become tight and needy. His kisses rather wild.
Their bodies clashed together, melded, and stayed there.
His cock deep in Grayson’s body. Grayson’s cock pressed between their bellies.
The smell of sex and need filled the air.
It was like flying and falling. Ryder swore it felt like he’d shifted into one of his bird forms as he heard the fluttering of wings all around them.
But that was followed by a chorus of howls of wolves.
And there were other cries of the animals he was and who served him.
Do you feel them? All around us? Everywhere? They’re with us, Grayson–Ashyr. They’re with us.
And then the release came. Ryder’s head flew back and his eyelids snapped open. His body arched. His groin pressed tight against Grayson’s ass as his cock swelled that final time and released its load of semen into that sweet body.
Grayson’s body tensed around his. His arms and legs were like vines keeping him near.
His back passage clamped down upon his cock as if he would not let it escape.
And then the hot gush of Grayson’s semen spread between their bellies.
Finally, it culminated in them gasping out each other’s names and sinking into the mattress, side by side, foreheads resting together.
For a long time, Ryder’s eyes were closed, but, again, the need to see Grayson had him crack them open.
Grayson’s face was a picture of peace. His eyelids were shut.
His lashes fanned over flushed cheeks. His lips were slightly parted as his breathing evened out.
His arms and legs were still securely around Ryder, but, just as he’d promised both Ryder and Dani, he was asleep.
For it was after. And now Grayson could fully rest.