Chapter Willan #2
Aleksi, at least, understands that. And more importantly, he respects us and the boundaries we’ve drawn. If I can give my brother credit for anything, it’s that he’s trying.
“You’ll be fine. We’ll be back in the morning to check on you.
” It’s all part of the home care service, to ensure that I’ve turned safely and there are no complications.
“I’ll leave this now, though, because you’ll probably be a bit out of it when we come back.
It’s just for your friends—a guide to helping you through the early days.
All the basic do’s and don’ts and what to expect.
As well as all the helpline numbers, and the line for the emergency blood service. ”
In some cases—especially in particularly large beings—newly turned vamps are too hungry to be sustained by bottled blood alone and it’s too risky to let them bite.
In those cases, they receive large volume transfusions until their bodies adjust. Being a mage, it’s unlikely I’ll need it, but I’ll put the helpline numbers on the fridge, just in case.
“Thank you. For everything. Both of you.” I didn’t expect to be so emotional, but tears prick at my eyes anyway. They burn even harder when Dr. Kelly stands up, opening her arms for a hug. I’m quick to accept it, sniffling when Paul pats my back.
“You’ll be fine, Willan. We’ll see you at four.”
And then they're gone.
With fifteen minutes left until the sun sets I take a moment to run to the bathroom to splash my face with cold water and give my teeth one more scrub.
“Well, aren’t you looking all tasty and delicious?” Nikolo scares the shit out of me.
Face hidden in the towel I was using to pat it dry, my heart races a million miles an hour. At least I get to experience that one last time. Carefully replacing the towel on its hanger, I make sure its folds are perfect before I turn to face him.
Fuck, he looks incredible.
Silky black sleep pants hang low on his hips, the fabric clinging to the bulge between his thick thighs.
The tattoos on his stomach ripple as his stomach clenches under my hot gaze.
He lets me look, enjoys it, too, leaning so his shoulder is propped against the doorway, his arms crossed casually over his chest.
It’s the smirk on his face, the way his fang digs into his lip, and the soft warmth in his grey eyes that really makes my stomach swoop. I’ll never get enough of it.
“Everything go okay?” He asks, nodding toward the little bandaid on my arm where the blood was drawn.
“It went perfectly. We’re all good to go.” My heart doesn’t get a chance to slow down; my excitement keeps it going at a rapid buh-buh-puh-duh.
Nikolo can hear it. His eyes flicker down to my chest and back up to my face. He unfolds himself slowly, holding out his hand to me. “Ready?”
With zero hesitation I take his hand. “Absolutely.”
Excitement fizzes in my veins as we walk to the ritual room. It was Nikolo’s one request, and I’d been more than happy to agree to it—one last time channeling magic together.
The air is still energised with the magic of my last rite so it doesn’t take long to gather it up once again.
We sit just like we always do in front of our altar.
The vibration of the crystals sings to me in their ancient song and I try to commit it to memory, even though I know time will be against me.
The energy builds and builds until it reaches its familiar boiling point and I lay my hands on Nikolo’s, forming the circuit for the magic to pass through us both.
His fingers wrap around mine in gratitude, squeezing as I breathe in and out, pushing the energy through us. All the while, a foggy wind swirls through the room, separating us from the rest of the world.
“I have something for you.” I whisper into the quiet.
Nikolo’s eyes pop open, excitement lighting up his eyes. I have to break our connection to get what I need, so I pool the energy in his hands first, letting him hold it a little longer.
Thankfully, I had the foresight to leave the vial in easy sight on the altar. The teardrop shaped glass is empty now, its crystal stopper still in place. The vial was a special request I made of Egbert. It took him and Kroy three solid months to find one solid enough for what I’m after.
Nikolo stops playing with the ball of magic he’s rolling in his hands, eyebrows puckering at the vial. Winking at him in reassurance, I unstick the stopper and turn my hand palm side down, holding the vial against my skin.
Like a vacuum, the vial sucks the magic from my hand, making my elbow tingle, until it’s filled with flowing golden essence. Not quite air, not quite liquid, it swirls and sparkles. I replace the stopper before it can escape, sealing it with a ward.
Once the vial’s secure, I hold it out to Nikolo. “Our magic. For your box.”
The energy in his hands crackles and pops, sparking as he loses concentration before it extinguishes entirely. I’m well acquainted with the box he kept hidden—filled with treasures from the life he felt like he wasn’t allowed to have. It lives in the open now, on the dresser in our room.
With trembling hands he reaches out, holding the vial like it might explode. “This is perfect.” He whispers, turning the bottle this way and that to watch its unnatural movement.
A fang pops out again when he tugs his lip between his teeth and my stomach clenches. That fang is about to change my life. Lust, love, magic, need. It all swirls together inside me, making me flush hot and restless.
“Nikolo, I think it’s time, don’t you?” My voice is low, startling him out of his reverie.
His awe gives way to wanton heat and I think I might expire from the weight of it.
“Oh, yeah. It’s time.”
By silent agreement we don’t touch, we don’t even talk, on our way to the bedroom, letting the anticipation swell.
It feels strangely like my mating night. The thought strikes me as I linger next to the bed, waiting for Nikolo to put the vial away. I feel giddy. Excited. Nervous and happier than I’ve ever been in my life. Happier than the first day I managed to make the air move with a conscious thought.
“What’s that look for?” Nikolo asks, prowling towards me, the vampiric ring around his iris glowing in the lamplight.
On instinct I back up, my breath catching in my lungs.
The bed hits the back of my knees and I let myself fall back.
Nikolo looms over me, hands pressed into the mattress beside my head, one knee digging in beside my thigh.
I can feel the hard length of him against my thigh, so I tense my muscles, grinding into him, enjoying the feral flare of lust in his eyes.
He’s so close to losing all restraint.
“I’m just happy.” I finally answer, wrapping my arms around his waist to slide my hands up the bare skin of his spine.
Nikolo drops down until his body covers mine. “Good.”
It’s the last words either of us speak. His mouth takes mine, completely owning me.
My lips part with a whimper and Nikolo’s tongue swoops in to taste me.
It’s overwhelming, and yet somehow not enough.
The kiss is everything. Everything that has been, everything that will be. It’s our promise, and our future.
We move together, Nikolo’s thighs slotting between mine. Our shallow thrusts are eased by the silk of our pants, making the slide of his thick slab of thigh against my aching dick feel like luxurious torture.
Nikolo’s lips leave my mouth, nipping precious kisses along my jaw.
Oh, Gods. Is this it? Now? So soon? I wonder, completely ready to have him sink his teeth into my jugular and drain me dry, right fucking now.
But Nikolo isn’t in the same rush I am. Rather than biting down on my soft, willing flesh, he flattens his tongue, dragging a wide, wet path from the collar of my robe up to my ear.
It shocks me as much as it thrills me, a shiver running over my skin as he noses around my jaw. “Let’s get more comfortable.”
Not able to be any further apart than necessary, I follow him mindlessly as he gets off the bed, chasing the taste of him again.
When I reach for him, though, he dances just out of reach, tucking his thumbs into his pants and shoving them from his hips.
Now free, his cock bobs heavily in front of him, pointing directly at me.
Eyes trained on the hypnotising sway of his blushing crown, I fall to my knees.
“That’s not what I—” Any protests are cut off when my mouth closes over him. Massaging him with my tongue, I grab hold of his thighs, using them to drag him deeper into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, Willan.”
Nikolo’s hamstrings tremble beneath my hands.
He sways, but I hold him steady, taking him in my mouth until my nose is buried against his pelvis.
Savouring the taste of him, I pull back, hollowing out my cheeks and sink back down.
Fingers grip onto my scalp, one hand gripping my ponytail. Not guiding me, just holding tight.
The tension in Nikolo’s thighs builds until he can’t hold on, snapping his hips to fuck into my mouth.
I groan around his cock and the grip on my ponytail only gets tighter.
My eyes water, saliva pooling in my mouth with the force of his thrusts.
Through blurry eyes I look up the length of his body and the glorious roll of his abs as he fucks me.
Mostly though, it’s the sight of him, watching me, that makes my dick throb with need.
I need to let go of his thighs to undo the knot on my robe, and pull down my pants, but I can’t. I can’t let go of him.
With one deep thrust, burying himself in my throat, Nikolo stills. I can feel how hard he is, the pulsing throb at the base of his cock against my tongue. He’s really fucking close. Keeping me pinned, he slumps forward, circling his hips to grind into me one final time.
“Enough or I’ll blow.” He growls, hauling me back. Releasing his grip on my hair, he tenderly wipes the drool from my chin, exerting just enough pressure to coax me to stand up.