Chapter Seventeen
Rafe
Gods, he was perfect. Magnus Beauchard, King of the Vampires, had just brought me to my fucking knees with his words of honesty.
I couldn’t wait anymore. The desire to start the mating bond with him had been growing over the last few days the more time he’d spent around us.
His scent was everywhere. It was all I could smell, and it was driving me mad.
Insane. I wanted to bury my face in the crook of his neck and never leave him again.
Being apart from him when we’d been with the Council had been torture.
My beast itched beneath my skin, gnawing at its restraints as I held him back from his primal need.
He wanted out, wanted to sink his fangs into Magnus and claim him for his own in a ritual that was as ancient as it was instinctual.
Rayne stepped back, his eyes glowing the amber of his beast as he stared at Magnus like he was his last meal. “Run.”
My dick twitched in my pants at the thought of chasing him through the woods.
Magnus hissed a breath through his teeth. “Run?”
“Yes.” I swiped my tongue up the length of his throat, the taste of him exploding in my mouth like the sweetest thing. “And we will fuck you where we catch you.”
I moved to stand next to my twin so I could gaze at Magnus’ face.
His eyes darted between the two of us, wide and full of excitement and a little bit of fear. “You mean… together?”
Rayne nodded and I could feel his adrenaline rushing through our bond. I was fully hard in my pants now, the scent of Magnus’ fear tainting the air and making my body scream for him.
“It’s time,” was all my twin said, and I couldn’t agree more. I wanted to sink my cock deep into Magnus’ ass, bite the soft spot of his neck, and claim him as ours.
I took a step towards Magnus, and he took one back, a feral grin spreading across his face. “You think you can catch me?”
I huffed a throaty laugh. “Oh, I know we can.”
“Best get a move on, little vamp,” Rayne said, his voice dropping as his beast rose to the surface.
It wouldn’t be long before he changed his form into his Hellhound.
We were definitely faster as beasts than we were as men.
Almost as fast as vampires. But Beau wanted to be caught.
He wanted us to fuck him like an animal in the woods, and I was more than happy to oblige.
Beau ripped his shirt off, the buttons that I hadn’t managed to undo hitting the floor with a little pitter-patter. Fuck, he was beautiful. Lithe and lean. Lethal power coiled into every muscle. A light dusting of hair across his chest and a sexy happy trail that I wanted to run my tongue over.
“Like what you see?” Beau goaded, his voice a little smug.
Rayne snarled and snapped his teeth. He was close to losing control of his human skin.
“You need to run, Beau.” I threw my jacket off and pulled my t-shirt over my head. “Or we will fuck you right there. I’ll count to ten. That’s all you’ll get.”
Beau’s eyes remained fixed on my hands as I undid my belt and trousers.
“One,” Rayne snapped, shedding his clothes to prepare to shift.
“Two,” I added. “Better run, vampire.”
He gave us one last longing look and then vanished, his vampire speed carrying him far away from us.
But it wouldn’t be enough.
He was going to be ours.
The ground was rough beneath my paws as I chased my prey. Rayne ran beside me, his pace matching mine as we followed Beau through the woods. He’d slowed his heart to the point where it was barely beating, and he’d stopped breathing altogether.
But we knew how to hunt. And we knew him. His scent. The beat of his heart. The taste of his fear.
A twig snapped ahead of us, and I lunged towards it, with Rayne right on my heel. I caught a blur of Beau ahead of us, but he was moving slower, taunting us.
If that’s how you want to play, little vamp…
I flicked my head towards Rayne, and he panted a huff in response before peeling off to the right. As Hounds, we were a pack, and we didn’t need words to communicate. We had been doing this together for so long that everything was instinctual.
Beau stumbled into the clearing ahead of me, and I sensed Rayne standing in the line of trees on the opposite side. We had him boxed in.
He could sense us. His spine stiffened, and his eyes searched the tree line. He wouldn’t spot us. We were too good for that, but I wanted him to feel us. To sense us closing the distance.
To feel the goddamn inevitability.
I stepped forwards out of the shadows, my huge Hound almost at head height with Beau.
His eyes never left mine as I slowly closed the distance between us. My huge paws padded on the ground softly as I started to circle him, Rayne stepping out of the trees and mirroring me. Beau carried on watching us, his lips parted, his body trembling.
He sank to his knees in the dirt and lowered his gaze to the floor.
This was it. His moment of surrender. Not in defeat, but as a choice.
And it was soul-shaking.
I shifted back into my human skin, bones cracking and slotting back into place. My claws retracted into fingers, and my jaw snapped back into shape with a sickening crunch. Fur burnt away in a cascade of embers and smoke until I stood there before Beau as a man ready to claim his mate.
Rayne stood behind him, and we shared a look.
It felt monumental. We never thought we’d find a mate, yet here we were about to take the first one.
It was bittersweet because we should be doing this with Roux as well, and we knew the danger we were in if we continued to reject it, but we’d figure that out later.
This moment was about us and Beau and creating a bond that would join us together for eternity.
I sank down to my knees in the dirt with Beau and tipped his face up to meet mine. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “A hundred times, yes.”
Rayne wrapped his fingers in Beau’s hair and tugged his head backwards. “Are you sure? Once we start this, we won’t be able to stop.”
Beau licked his lips. “I’m sure. I need this. Need you. It’s agony under my skin when you aren’t there. Please. Please.”
I couldn’t bear it any longer. I surged forwards, claiming his mouth.
It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, like we’d been holding back for years.
My Hound rippled under my skin, rejoicing that we were finally going to claim him and make him ours.
I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, my fangs growing as more of my Hound surfaced and the sweet taste of Beau’s blood hit my tongue. I nearly came in my pants.
“I need you,” Beau gasped against my mouth. “Please.”
“Look at me,” Rayne growled.
Beau instantly obeyed, casting his eyes upwards to where Rayne loomed over him.
Rayne cupped his jaw and pressed a soft kiss against Beau’s mouth. “Good boy.”
The vampire practically melted in my arms.
“Please,” he whimpered.
“Hush,” Rayne said softly. “Rafe’s going to take care of you.”
I scraped my teeth along his collarbone, my fangs leaving red marks against his skin.
Beau hissed as I made my way down his torso, his back arching and seeking more of my touch.
I circled his nipple with my tongue and nipped at it with my teeth.
His moans became muffled as Rayne swallowed them with his kiss, and it was a filthy kiss.
Rayne devoured his mouth, sweeping his tongue inside and claiming every inch.
I carried on trailing my tongue down his torso, over the ridges and dips of his abs, and down his happy trail.
My fingers unclasped his belt and the zipper on his trousers.
Beau lifted his hips, giving me access to pull his trousers and pants down his thighs.
I left them sitting just above his knees, trapping his legs in the material.
His cock was hard and rested against his abs, the head angry and red and leaking pre-cum all over him.
I hummed at the sight of him. His hips moving with little thrusts, seeking friction but finding nothing.
His hands clenched around Rayne’s bicep while my twin devoured his mouth.
Sweat glistened against his skin as the temperature between us rose.
Gods, he was beautiful. My dick loved the sight of seeing him coming undone. I pumped the length of it in my palm, and fuck, it felt so good.
Rayne moaned into Beau’s mouth as I worked my cock. We were half of the same soul. What I felt, he felt.
I let go of myself and grabbed Beau’s cock instead, jerking him a few times until he was whimpering and moaning into Rayne’s mouth.
But merely touching him wasn’t enough. I leant down and took him into my mouth, swallowing him down until he was buried deep in my throat.
“Fuck,” Beau breathed. “Rafe.”
Gods, my name sounded good like that. Like a fucking prayer.
He tasted like perfection, his pre-cum hitting my tongue with a saltiness that I was going to crave for the rest of my life. I hummed around him, and his hand landed in my hair, twisting the strands as he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, wrecking my throat.
I was so hard. I needed to be inside him—I needed more.
Rayne must have sensed my desperation because he grabbed my wrist and held my hand in front of Beau’s mouth. “Suck.”
A wet heat surrounded my index and middle finger as Beau sucked them into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around them and coating them in saliva. Beau must have enjoyed it because his cock was leaking in my mouth, and I lapped him up. Every single drop.
I released Beau’s cock with a wet pop, and Rayne ripped at Beau’s trousers, tearing them to shreds in his desperation.
“Hands and knees,” I ordered, my voice raw from his dick.
He scrambled into position, and fuck, he looked good like that. Kneeling in the dirt, all desperate and needy.
“Open,” Rayne barked as he knelt in front of Beau, holding his cock in his hand.
Beau opened wide, and I felt the wet heat of his mouth around my cock as if it were my own being thrust past Beau’s lips and not my twin’s.
“Fuck,” I gasped as I felt the phantom drag of Beau’s tongue along the underside of my dick.
As Beau continued to suck my twin’s cock, I settled behind his ass.
Gods, it was perfect. Round and plump. I brought my hand down on one side, and the sound of it echoed through the forest. With one hand, I grabbed a handful of his ass cheek, pulling it and spreading him wide so I could see his hole.
It pulsed and puckered beneath my gaze. Using the wetness on my fingers from Beau’s mouth, I circled his rim. He stiffened beneath me.
“Relax, Beau. I’m just going to open you up,” I said softly, continuing to slowly circle my fingers around him.
The tension eased from his spine, and I pressed my index finger against him, loving the way it fluttered beneath the pad of my finger.
Slowly, I pushed the tip of my finger into him.
His back arched, and he choked around Rayne’s cock making the pair of us groan as I sank my finger past that tight ring of muscle.
I left it there for a moment, letting him get used to the feel of me inside his ass.
When he pushed back, I started to move my finger slowly. Gently pushing it in and out until he was writhing beneath my touch. I pulled my finger out and spread his cheeks wide. Gathering saliva in my mouth, I aimed for his hole and spat at it, the sound obscene in the area around us.
Beau’s throat tightened around Rayne’s cock and my twin sputtered a breathless ‘fuck’.
I rubbed the saliva around his hole before pressing two fingers inside him this time, straight up to the knuckle. I needed to work him open so I could sink my cock into him alongside my brothers.