Chapter 1 #2
I thought about those eyes staring up at me under that floppy blond hair that begged to be grabbed while I moved in and out of his tight, slick hole.
I suddenly found myself snapping my hips forward as I now imagined my cock sliding in and out of his tight ass.
It would feel amazing—unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
It only took half a dozen thrusts of my hips before my balls pulled tight and a familiar tingling started under them.
I shouted Abel’s name into the empty bathroom as I came, painting the tile with ropes of white cum.
I grunted as I moved, trying to get every last bit out, and when my legs started to shake, I crossed them as I sat down on the shower floor.
I closed my eyes against the spray before I lay back on the tile floor and let the water pelt down on me. I felt better physically, but it wouldn’t take long for the regret to set in. It always did when it came to pleasuring myself to thoughts of my beloved.
I gave myself a few minutes before I sat up and then cleaned the shower wall. It wouldn’t do for me to leave a mess for whoever set about cleaning the rooms next. We all tried to be as neat and tidy as possible, simply because our jobs often were anything but tidy.
Once my mess was cleaned from the wall and floor, I gave myself a quick rinse and got out of the shower.
I dried off before walking into my bedroom naked.
It was somewhere around two or three in the morning, and although this wasn’t unusual for our line of work, tonight seemed to have gotten to me more than usual, and I simply turned off my light and climbed into bed.
Would sleep come? I didn’t know. Sometimes life was kind to me, and I was able to get enough sleep to help get rid of the dark circles under my eyes.
Others, I had everyone in the coven staring at me until Vincent gave me a glare, and I knew I had to do something before he took matters into his own hands.
We were probably getting there again. Not only did he glare at me tonight, but he’d also given me a verbal warning.
I would never cheat on my beloved, even though he did not know I existed.
But I wouldn’t be going to one of the donors’ rooms to make even Vincent happy.
I would drink from a glass, like I had for over a year now, and then we’d be good to go for a few more weeks.
I needed to work on making sure I kept things business as usual.
The last thing I wanted was for even more in the coven to complain about me.
It reflected poorly on Vincent when his second was walking around with hunger in his eyes and yet refused to take a donor to alleviate the issue.
I heard the door open, immediately on alert. I scented Vincent before I could sit up and didn’t bother to do more than roll to my side. “Not interested,” I said. “I know you are probably meaning well, but whatever it is that you came to talk to me about, the answer is no.”
The bed near my feet dipped as Vincent sat on the side. “How do you know I’m not here to offer you a week’s holiday?”
I snorted and rolled to my back since Vincent hadn’t bothered to leave when I told him I wasn’t interested. “We both know I don’t need a week away to fuck and feed.”
“It’s working for Naldo and Mazzi. Why won’t you even consider bringing him here?”
I thought about my answer for a moment, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t find anything that said yes, I needed to uproot my beloved and whisk him off to Italy.
“Mazzi is Spanish. He’s from the general area and already used to our ways, and discovering he was fated with Naldo didn’t seem to faze him.
” I sighed. “Abel isn’t Mazzi. He was abused by his family. He was raped by people much like us.”
“We don’t rape,” Vincent growled.
“No. We kill. We intimidate. We aren’t exactly honest people, Vincent. And Abel deserves to have a happy and calm life. My hope is that he will be gifted a much more fitting mate for himself. Someone who doesn’t do dirty work for a living.”
“You can leave the family,” Vincent said.
I blinked, staring up at the ceiling. Having the coven master offer such a thing, specifically a coven master that was also the head of the “family,” was unheard of.
You didn’t leave the family alive. You left it like Benito did.
“Are you telling me you’re going to send someone after me?
Has it come to it? Or will you be the one who offs me? ”
“I’m not going to kill you, Marcello. It hurts you would say such a thing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Vincent,” I said. “It’s somewhere around three in the morning. You just said to me not even an hour ago that I needed to fix myself. Well, there is no fixing it. I have to go on as I’ve been. You weren’t there. You didn’t see how sweet and innocent he was.”
“Are you certain he’s innocent? You said he’d been raped. That usually implies innocence has been lost.”
I hissed at my oldest friend. “Being raped and giving up that voluntarily are two different things. Abel wasn’t given a choice, and despite the years of abuse, he is still very innocent.” I clenched my hands into fists, closing my eyes and counting slowly.
“How can I help you, Marcello? You won’t claim him, you won’t take a donor any longer, you go too long between feeds, and you are continually walking around scaring some of the coven members.”
“I’ll leave. If it’s claim him or leave, I’ll go. I thought I had a family here, but if this is how it is—”
“You know it’s not. I’m head of this family. I thought we were friends. How can I help?”
“By being understanding and supportive. I’m trying. It comes and goes. I’ll reach out to Nikolai and see if he has any suggestions. He spent decades going through the same thing.”
“You’re an idiot. Nik chose to go without his beloved because it would destroy a family since she was married with children and another on the way. He took care of her.” Vincent sighed. “You’re just being a martyr and refusing to claim your beloved because he might be afraid of the family.”
“We are a lot to take in, Vincent. You weren’t there. You didn’t see him. You didn’t hear what the others said that he’d been through. He deserves happiness, and I would only ever bring him the opposite.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Go to bed, Vincent. I’m tired, and I want to get some sleep. Otherwise, I might end up growling and hissing at someone tomorrow and they go running to you again.”
There was a long silence before Vincent sighed.
He didn’t say another word. He simply got up and left.
I was left staring up at the darkness, wondering if some of what he’d been saying wasn’t true.
Was it possible that Abel would be accepting and fit in?
I wouldn’t ever know because I wasn’t going to ask him to give up the life of happiness he had found with the council.
He deserved that, and I couldn’t offer anything more than a great orgasm and a life of stress and worry.
That didn’t change the fact that I desired him and always would.
Sometimes, we didn’t get what we wanted, and I was the one who had to live with that.