29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
Benji
I thought that when I’d closed my eyes, it would have been the last time I ever saw Damyr’s face. So when I opened them to a bright light that burned the backs of my retinas, relief like nothing else flooded through me. The second thing I felt, was a large warm hand wrapped around mine.
Damyr lay in the bed next to me, his eyes fixed on my face. There were some dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.
“Hi,” I said, my voice cracked and hoarse.
“Hi,” he replied. I winced. His voice was so loud. “Sorry, you’ll get used to that.”
“Used to what?”
Sorrow filled his gaze, and he stroked a finger along my jaw. “What do you remember?”
I thought back to what happened. I remembered the car wreck, Silas and the coffins. I remembered Silas aiming the gun and the pain as I jumped in front of the bullet. “Did I die?”
“Almost.”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “Did you turn me?”
He nodded. “I had to, or I would have lost you and I wasn’t ready for that. Not when I’d just found you.”
I thought I’d be mad, but actually I didn’t feel anything other than acceptance. “To be honest, before the car wreck, I was thinking I’d probably make this decision anyway.”
Damyr’s face lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah. I’d accepted that what I felt for you, whilst unhealthy, still felt right. I just wasn’t sure that I was quite ready to become a vampire, but I guess Silas made that decision for us. Where is he by the way? Did you kill him?”
“No, I didn’t. He’s in the basement.”
“And what about Vlad?”
“He’s fine. Turns out, Silas had planned to make me watch him tear him apart so there was never any silver in the syringe, just a sedative.”
I rolled over and curled into Damyr, content to be wrapped in his embrace. “Good, I’m glad.” I really would have been sad if the big guy had died. I definitely counted him as a friend and would have missed him if he wasn’t here anymore.
“So where does that leave us?” I asked, my nerves feeling like the edges were fraying.
Damyr took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Well, it will take you some time to adjust to your new life, but I’m hoping that you still want to be with me. That I can teach you and help you learn how to be a vampire.”
“That sounds perfect to me.” And it did. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man who barraged into my life with a gun and a kidnapping. It was crazy, but I knew I was right where I wanted to be. I was home.
“Good,” Damyr said as he placed a kiss on the top of my head. “Now go to sleep and get some rest.”
“Stay with me?”
“Benjamin, nothing would ever drag me away from you. You’re mine and I am not letting you out of my sight ever again.”
Absolutely fucking perfect.
***
A week later and I was already zooming around, trying to sneak up on Vlad and failing miserably. I was definitely learning to hone my skills though. According to Damyr, I’d taken to being a vampire like a duck to water. He was probably biased, and I was merely doing okay, but I didn’t care. I was loving my new life. The only thing missing was Maya and finishing my residency. Damyr had finally fired their previous Doc, and I was filling in for now. I thought I would have found it difficult to be around blood but because I was Damyr’s mate, the only blood that I went crazy for, was his.
We hadn’t mated yet, but I was ready. I was going to surprise him tonight. I had already told Vlad to clear Damyr’s schedule, and he’d looked at me with a knowing grin. I didn’t care if everyone knew what we were doing, I wanted the world to know he was mine. Guess his possessiveness was rubbing off on me.
Bishop was settling into the mansion life as well. He was sharing a room with Byron, but I was beginning to see the effect it was having on Byron. He seemed less impulsive, more measured and calmer when his twin was nearby. When he was on his own it was, well, it was definitely noticeable. Turns out, Bishop was handy with computers and technical stuff, so he was helping Roxie with some things so she could focus on the baby. Wilder had also stuck around, which was admittedly odd. I thought that after the business with Silas, he would have wanted to return home, but it seemed like he’d found a new calling in pissing off Acheron and winding up the twins.
Aleksey was still moping around like an angry elf, but he’d sort of adopted my cat. Between him and Vlad, I never saw Maurice anymore. I didn’t mind. That cat was getting more attention than ever, and he was certainly putting on some timber. He was going to be a fat little pampered cat soon and I don’t think he’d ever been happier.
I tracked Damyr down in his office and smiled when I saw his head bent over some paperwork, a frown drawing his brows down as he scowled at whatever was on there.
I cleared my throat and he looked up at me, his scowl instantly melting away. God, he was gorgeous. Those blue eyes that were impossibly bright and that jaw that was sharper than one of Byron’s precious knives.
“Benjamin, what can I do for you?”
“Well,” I said, dropping my voice to a low rasp. “I was thinking about going to bed for a few days and thought you might like to join me?”
His eyes widened and flashed silver in the low light. “You mean…?”
I nodded, curling my bottom lip between my teeth. “I’m ready.”
Damyr shot out of his chair and grabbed my hand, racing towards his chambers. I laughed as he used vampire speed to get us there quicker and as soon as the door was shut, my back was against it and his mouth was pressed against mine. I was so ready for this. For our future together.
I was ready to claim that eternity he promised me, and I was going to stand by his side for the rest of my days.
Damyr ripped me out of my clothes and I did the same to him, eager to get my hands on his skin. He trailed his mouth down my throat, his fangs nipping at my skin and sending shivers down my spine. I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked us towards the bed.
“Damyr,” I groaned. “Please.”
I couldn’t wait. My body was itching to be connected with his in the most intimate ways.
“Don’t you want this slow and romantic?” he asked with a smile before sucking two of his fingers into his mouth.
I shook my head. “No, I want you to fuck me into the mattress. You can make that romantic if you want, but I definitely don’t want it slow. We’ve got plenty of time for that.”
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he rasped as he sank two fingers into me.
I hissed as he breached me, the burn sharp but he found my prostate with ease and I moaned. “Fuck.”
“That’s the idea, love,” he said as he stroked my spot. My dick was so hard, leaking pre-cum on my stomach as Damyr worked his fingers in and out, opening me up ready to take his cock.
He kept going for another minute or two until I was writhing beneath him, my body trembling with absolute fucking need. My gums itched as my fangs started to lengthen, needing to sink into his neck and complete the bond. I could feel the urge to mark him burning under my skin. Like an inevitable thing I couldn’t ignore. This was going to happen, and I wanted it to happen now.
“I need it now, Damyr,” I begged. “Please.”
He lined his cock up with my entrance and the paused to look down at me. His own fangs were peeking beneath his top lip and my skin tingled with anticipation. This was it. There was no going back after this. Not that I wanted to. I wanted forever with him.
“I love you,” I said, and my heart soared as I said the words aloud.
His smile was warm and his eyes shimmered as he gazed down at me. “I might have stolen you at the beginning, but you’re the one who’s stolen my heart.”
Oh my God, that was so cheesy, but I loved every word. “Damyr, please.”
Then he entered me in one smooth thrust. A gasp left my lips, and my eyes rolled back as the feeling of fullness settled deep inside me. Damyr’s rhythm was fast and brutal from the start, clearly as eager to start the mating bond as I was.
His mouth claimed mine in a open mouthed kiss that was more an exchanging of moans and gasps than it was anything else.
“More, please. Damyr. God, I need you.”
He growled and snapped his hips quicker, his cock brushing against my spot and pushing me closer to the edge. My toes curled, and pleasure started to unfurl at the base of my spine as the tell tale signs of my orgasm started to build.
On instinct, I thrust my hands into Damyr’s hair, yanked his head sideways and buried my fangs into the side of his neck. His blood instantly filled my mouth, a sweet nectar that I drank down. I exploded as the first drop of it hit my tongue, my release shooting from my dick without me even touching it.
A sharp sting sliced registered somewhere in my brain as Damyr bit into my neck and bliss zinged through my veins, extending my orgasm and making my body tremble and shudder.
As my orgasm faded, I felt the bond weaving into my core like a living thing, tying me to Damyr in a way I never could have ever imagined. I could feel him in my soul, like a thought in my mind and a sensation under my skin. Tears pooled in my eyes as joy spread through my body. Joy and love and euphoria.
I gasped a breath as I let it all sink in, amazement and wonder filling my brain. Damyr brushed my tears away with his thumbs, a sappy smile tugging his mouth into a beautiful curl.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. More than okay.” I felt as high as a fucking kite. “I’m going to need a minute.”
Damyr rocked his hips, pushing his dick against my prostate. My entire body spasmed. “I’m only going to give you a minute. I need to do that again, but slower. I’m going to make love to you, Benjamin. Then I’ll fuck you against the wall, in the shower. Anywhere I want to, because you’re mine.”
I smiled up at him. Pretty sure it was a goofy smile because I was drunk on him. “Always and forever.”
“Absolutely. There’s no escape from me. And even if you tried to run, I’d just kidnap you and tie you up in the basement again.”
I pulled him in for a kiss, smiling against his lips. “You know that makes you sound like a psycho?”
“Oh, I’m not a psycho. Violent and obsessive maybe. And besides, you’re the one who’s just tied themselves to me for all eternity. I think that makes you the crazy one.”
I laughed and kissed him again, feeling happier than I ever have before. “Let’s just call it a draw.”
The End.