Chapter 9 #2
I started to move some of the fruit to the plate but noticed there were no strawberries. “Are we out of strawberries?” I asked.
“I don’t believe they were on the list,” Mazzi said. “Did you wish for some?”
“They are Abel’s favorite,” I told him.
“Oh. I did not know. I will be sure to make certain that we always have them here.” Mazzi waved his hand, and my plate was filled with fruit, strawberries included, and was now on a tray with a bowl of yogurt, a mug of what looked like tea, some french toast, and crepes.
“That’s quite the breakfast. I was here for some fruit and then to see if he wished to venture downstairs for a bit.”
“Did you wish for me to take it all back?”
I picked up the tray and shook my head, turning to leave.
“Thanks, Mazzi,” I said. “It was nice to meet you, Rio. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon,” I called over my shoulder as I left the kitchen.
As soon as I was out of sight, Mazzi and Rio started talking again.
I made another detour back to Vincent’s office.
When I walked in, he was writing something on some papers.
“What now?” Vincent asked.
I narrowed my eyes. “Why didn’t you say Sandro has left? Where is he?”
Vincent threw his pen down and leaned back. “If I knew where Sandro was, I wouldn’t be in such a foul mood.”
“What can I do to help?”
“Nothing. We’ve looked for him. He’s disappeared.”
Sandro had struggled since Vittorio had been killed. “Do you know where he is? Is he still alive?”
“No, and I do not know. Carmelo and Dario have gone out looking for him. They’ve been gone two days now, and nothing.
Naldo and Armando are out locally, and beyond that, there is not a whole lot I can do.
I wish I could, and I don’t want anything to happen to him any more than you do.
But Sandro left on his own. I asked him to stay; he said no.
I asked if he was returning. His response was he wasn’t sure. ”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll take this up to Abel, and then—”
“You will wake your beloved and feed him breakfast. I cannot have you running out searching all over the country while you have a newly claimed beloved. You will only be able to feed from him and will no longer be able to find a donor if you are away from the coven house. Armando is with Elio, checking out some warehouses, and the others are here.”
I started to argue that I could help, that as coven second, it was my position to be doing these things, but Vincent wasn’t having it.
“Your duty at the moment is Abel. You have been mated less than a week. Spend time with him, and let us worry about Sandro. He will return if and when he wants.”
Vincent and I stared at one another for a long time before I nodded. “Very well. You know where I am if you need me.”
Vincent returned the gesture and then waved me out the door. I left, immediately going to the stairs and then upward to the room that I now shared with Abel. He was still asleep when I entered, so I placed the tray on the table and crossed over to stare down at my sleeping beloved.
When asleep in our bed with his moppy blond hair surrounding his face, he truly looked like an angel.
I was quickly discovering that he was anything but when it came to sexual pleasures.
That was something I was grateful for. I would have enjoyed any beloved, but I think I would have slowly gone mad if I’d been gifted one that was…
vanilla. Vampires weren’t made for vanilla sex.
Sure, it had its moments, but I hadn’t ever been able to quite understand them.
I shook my head at myself. The last thing Abel probably wanted was me waking him with a hard dick.
I knew my beloved was naked under the sheet; I had been as well until I’d woken and taken a shower.
But Abel was still recovering from his heat, and he needed sleep, not me wanting to fuck him until we were both coming.
I leaned down and kissed my beloved’s shoulder, smiling against his warm skin.
I would never get tired of kissing him, and Abel loved to be kissed.
In all places that I’d been able to explore.
I sighed, before kissing his shoulder again and tugging on the sheet to expose the line of his back.
I trailed kisses down his spine, smiling once more when my angel squirmed.
When I got to the base of his spine, he moaned and shifted on the bed.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of waking up to you kissing down my back.”
I grinned as I exposed even more skin, and when the curve of his ass came into view, my mouth started watering. I’d only gotten a taste of him there once when he was in heat, and I wanted another. But I could wait. Instead, I opted to playfully bite the perfectly rounded globe.
Abel moaned and went lax. “That shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. Why?”
“Because I’m your mate and a vampire one at that. I bite. You apparently have a thing for it.”
Abel rolled over, putting my mouth directly in front of his hard cock.
The scent of precum drew me like a siren song, and I didn’t even hesitate.
I simply sucked the head into my mouth and moaned when I got that salty taste on my tongue.
Abel gasped, and his fingers immediately grabbed for my hair.
He held my head gently as he rolled his hips, moving his cock in and out of my mouth a bit.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good. Why? Why can I not get enough of you?”
I placed a knee on the bed so I could move closer and take my beloved fully into my mouth. He gasped when I swallowed him down to the base and held there for several seconds.
“Are you going to be a good boy and come for me?” I asked through our bond.
Abel’s body trembled in need that came almost immediately at the praise. My sexy little fox shifter had a praise kink that he didn’t even know about until last week, and I was loving exploring it and that side of him with him.
“I want to, but I…”
I pulled off a bit, giving Abel room to thrust in and out of my mouth. “Do you need to fuck my mouth?”
“Ung. Maybe. I didn’t even know I needed anything until you woke me and bit my ass. I thought you were going to—”
I got a burst of precum and closed my eyes. I moved my head up and down, sucking my beloved and bringing him to the edge before I pulled up and off. Abel whimpered in frustration.
“What do you want?” I asked, blowing air across his now wet cock. He gasped at the sensation.
“I want to come.”
“How?”
“I don’t care. In your mouth, on my stomach. I just want to feel like I’m flying. Like you make me feel when you bite me.”
I grinned. I could certainly help with that.
I crawled onto the bed completely, getting between Abel’s legs, and licked up his sac and then cock.
When I sucked on the underside of the head, he moaned and pushed his head back into the pillow.
As I moved down, I let my fangs gently drag on his cock, which pulled a gasp from him.
When I reached the base of his cock, I looked up my beloved’s body and met blue eyes. “You’re not going to bite my dick, are you?”
I winked at my beloved, tongued his balls again, and then moved to where my mouth was between his dick and balls and did exactly that. I bit at the base and moaned. Abel gasped, then groaned long and loud as he came all over his chest as I drank my breakfast from my beloved.
Every time I sucked, his cock lifted and shot another ribbon of cum on his chest. After several sips from my beloved, I pulled my fangs out of his groin and licked the holes closed.
There was a drop of blood on the corner of my mouth that I swiped at with my tongue as I opened my own slacks to release my needy cock.
I positioned it just under Abel’s balls and rolled my hips, finding exactly what I wanted—a wet crease—and teased my beloved as the head of my cock bumped against his leaking opening over and over.
“Oh, please.”
“Please what?” I asked. “I’m almost there,” Abel tried to roll his hips, but I put a bit more of my weight on him to keep him down. “No,” I told him. “You found your release, now it’s my turn.”
He moaned as I fucked under his balls, chasing my own satisfaction. I had intended to kiss him awake only, but my beloved was simply too tasty to resist.
“Please, Marcello. Fuck me. Fill me.”
How could I ever resist my beloved when he had such enticing and delicious requests?
Just before I was about to come, Abel rotated his hips upward, changing the angle for us.
When I felt that wrinkled flesh again, I pushed in.
He was soaking wet, and I slid in with ease.
I pulled out and thrust in three times before I found my own release.
Abel’s eyes were wide, and I leaned in and kissed him, letting him taste the blood that was still on my tongue.
Abel moaned, which caused my cock to pulse once more inside him.
When I turned away from the kiss, I moved directly to his claiming bite and bit down.
I broke the skin again but didn’t suck; I didn’t need to feed as I’d just done that.
But it was exactly what my beloved needed to throw him into another screaming orgasm.
This was the absolute best way to start a morning.
I only hoped that all would be so satisfying.