Chapter 26
Severin
They were giggling. That was all I could hear from my study as Peter paced the floor next to me.
Felix and Giro had locked the potion room and demanded to be left alone, which I could respect, but why were they giggling?
It drove both Peter and I mad. Were they planning something?
Should we be excited or terrified? I was both, to be honest.
“Let me go out there,” Peter begged again, but I shook my head at him.
“They wanted to be left alone. It is enough we can hear a little, no need to eavesdrop intentionally.”
He rolled his eyes and huffed; his big arms crossed over his chest as he glared at me. I rolled my eyes, too, matching his expression until I could hear footsteps approaching, they sadly did not belong to my witch, but to Dina. I could always tell who it was by the way they walked.
A knock came before Dina’s head peeked inside.
“Oh, good. You’re both here.” She came in and sat down on one of the comfy chairs next to my desk.
“I just heard from Jenny, that the Silver Lock Coven is in bad standing with most small-town covens. Apparently, they tend to force witches into joining them, but none of the witches taken can say anything about it. Just the families of the ones taken. There’s simply no proof. ”
“But why would they force witches into their coven? I thought witches preferred to be close to those in their coven?” Peter questioned as he leaned against my desk, thankfully done with his annoying pacing.
“Well, most covens do,” Dina agreed. “But the Silver Lock Coven is by far the biggest coven of all time. I’ve tried to get their exact number, but no one seems to know, so I only have a rough estimate, and that’s around three thousand.”
“Seriously?!” I asked, my surprise obvious.
“Yes! No wonder they need to brand their coven members. I wouldn’t be able to keep track myself either,” Dina said.
“You think that is the reason for the branding?” I asked.
“Oh, not at all. There’s a much more sinister reason behind that, of that, I am sure. But it does help them keep track of everyone.”
I frowned at that. Peter and I had kept our distance from witches over the centuries, not wanting to upset them with our presence.
I knew vampires were not seen as equals by most witches, it had only gotten better as the years went on, but I still remembered the past and it was hard letting go of old habits.
“Maybe we should look further into it,” Peter suggested, his tone conveying he was too curious to let it go. “I mean, even a thousand in one coven is unheard of. How can they even manage that many people?”
“I suddenly understand why they needed to blackmail Felix,” I muttered.
Dina gasped. “You’re right!”
“He is?” Peter asked, looking between Dina and me with confusion.
“Of course! Think of all the witches they have in the coven, then think about how much money each witch earns. All covens need funding, which the members help pay for. They must suck their members dry of money. Think about it! They all have to live in the city, and the area we went to was all expensive looking houses. They have to get their money elsewhere, like by blackmailing witches who are powerless against them.”
“Where are you going with this?” I demanded tiredly.
“We must find the people they’ve done wrong! Don’t you see?! If we can find others they’ve blackmailed for money, maybe we can figure out what their deal is!”
She sounded so excited I almost held my tongue. Almost. “You truly believe they would tell us? I doubt Felix would have if we asked him. He only told us after I claimed he was my fated, and even then, it took Astrea getting kidnapped for him to tell us.”
She sighed. “It was just another way of getting some information. I’ll tell my coven and see if they appreciate my genius idea.” She left, having gotten the last word.
I was about to tell Peter she might be on to something, when I heard my favorite sound in the whole world.
Felix was laughing, and it was only getting louder, meaning he was approaching us.
I turned to face the door, already smiling.
And there he was, my Felix, grinning from ear to ear as he stepped into the room with Giro, both of them carrying two potions.
I would refrain from asking, for the time being.
As soon as we were alone, I would need to know what those two witches had been up to.
“So,” Felix purred, making my cock jump like it was a command to stand. “I have something fun planned for tonight.” Please do not let it involve my brother and Giro…. “If you want to—”
I cut him off midsentence, picking him up over my shoulder, making sure his potions were safe in his hands, then I sped back to our room, ignoring Giro and Peter’s laughter as we got further and further away from them.
Closing our bedroom door behind us, I placed Felix down on our bed, taking away the potions so they would not break. Felix was giggling as I scurried around the room, getting undressed while I found a place for the potions.
“You eager for something?” Felix teased from the bed.
I grunted and left the potions on our dresser, hoping they would stay safe there. I knew some potions had to stay out of direct sunlight, so it seemed like the perfect place for now.
I turned to face my fated, and gaped.
Felix was somehow already naked and fingering himself on our bed. His legs spread wide open, allowing me the full visual of what he was doing to himself.
“Goddess,” I breathed, too stunned to move. “I have never seen anything more beautiful.”
He gave me a flirtatious wink before moaning in pleasure. That brought me back to the present and had me kneeling in front of him. Me on the floor, his ass in touching distance. I needed to be closer, to see it up close. I bit my bottom lip, eyeing his body with hunger.
“Please.” Felix’s begging voice had me looking back to his face, his expression needy and so full of lust. “Fuck me, Sev. Claim me.”
Glad that I had taken the time to get naked before the sight of him brought me undone, I quickly landed on top of him, pulling both of his thighs up against his chest, replacing his fingers with my own.
We groaned together as my fingers breached him.
He was so hot and tight. So utterly perfect inside.
I nipped at his thigh as I savored the feel of him.
I wanted to imprint this moment to my memories, to forever remember how slick and warm he was.
“Bloody hell,” I cursed, knowing this would be over way too quickly. “Are you ready for my cock, my heart?”
“Fuck! Yes! Just fuck me already!”
I could not object to that order, lining my cock to his slicked entrance, I pushed inside him, breaching his hole and watching it swallow me easily. Eagerly.
“Yes!” he cried. “More! I can take more!” I gave him everything, pushing all the way in, forcing a cry of pleasure out of him.
“My Felix!” I claimed, thrusting into him. “Only mine.”
“Yours. Only yours,” he agreed, his head thrown back against the pillows, his hands fisted in the sheets.
I nipped his neck as I grabbed his ass with my left hand, pushing myself further into him.
He made a whimpering sound. “So beautiful,” I growled, letting my fangs pierce his skin, grazing it lightly so the tiniest amount of blood started pebbling on his skin.
I licked it off, enjoying this small taste of his blood, and it kept coming back, always reaching the surface of the wound I had created.
It was the perfect amount of pleasure for both of us.
But I knew my Felix needed more, so I fucked him harder, letting my predatory nature guide me as I claimed him fully as mine.
“Sev!” he cried out. I was not about to let him come without marking him, so I sucked into the small wound, making him shiver as he came, his cock erupting between us without even being touched.
It seemed my fated truly enjoyed playing around with some blood.
I could not wait to explore it further with him as the years went on.
With his blood on my tongue, I let myself fuck him with abandon, chasing my own release, feeling my spine tingle, and then Felix did the strangest thing.
He leaned up, tugging my face to his, but he did not kiss me.
He turned my face to the left and bit me.
Hard. My neck was pierced open by his blunt teeth, my vampire blood trailing down messily.
I came with the visual of Felix’s bloodied mouth, curved into a seductive grin.
A soft kiss. A gentle caress on my cheek. Those were the things that brought me awake the next morning. I smiled at Felix. He was straddling my lap, grinding down against me.
“Already eager for more of me, I see,” I teased, holding on to his hips to encourage his movements.
He let his head fall back and groaned. “Always.”
Testing how slick he was with my fingers, I groaned. “You used more oil this morning, did you not?”
He nodded. “I needed more of you, Sev. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
I groaned, those words doing things to me. “Well, I cannot leave you wanting. What kind of bonded would I be, then?”
His smile was blinding.
So, we spent the morning with me claiming my fated all over again.
I hoped every morning would start like this.