Chapter 38
Severin
I had heard Dina approaching the kitchen, her feet moving so softly against the floor, that I was sure she was trying to eavesdrop. I was not one to snitch, so I pretended she was not there. As did Peter. We had shared one look between us, but that was enough to know we were on the same page.
Now, Dina stood there, her eyes wet, her eyes hopeful. And Cole was frozen in his seat.
“Dina,” he said, swallowing his nerves. His hands were twisting in front of him, like he was at war with himself on what to do.
“Is it true?” she asked. Even I had trouble figuring out how she felt about it.
Cole sighed, then stood up to face her properly. He stopped right in front of her, his eyes not leaving hers. “Yes. You are my fated, but please know I would never rush you—”
Dina’s lips were on his, a whimper escaping Cole’s lips as he wrapped his arms around her. Giro whooped and cheered while the rest of us simply smiled.
Sniffles came from beside me, and I found Felix crying softly. My sweet Felix. “She deserves to be happy,” he whispered, wiping his eyes with his shirt sleeve. “I’m just so happy for her.”
I pulled him closer, kissing his temple, unable to stop myself when he was so utterly adorable.
We left the kitchen, leaving Dina and Cole alone to talk about everything.
Felix and Giro had taken their plates with them, knowing they still needed to eat.
The garden was the perfect place to sit, so we did, grabbing two blankets on the way out.
Peter had the foresight to grab a bottle of lemonade and two glasses for them, and now we sat, enjoying the view over our property.
“I love it here,” Giro breathed, resting back on the blanket with his eyes closed.
Peter smirked before leaning over him, kissing his fated with way more passion than I wanted to see.
I scowled at them, annoyed to witness my brother kissing someone, but also happy that he was happy.
He deserved to finally find his person. Looking to my right where my person was, I was hit with his blinding smile.
I had not seen it often since the fight, but I was grateful whenever I did.
He was just so radiant when he smiled, his whole face lighting up and brightening our surroundings.
Unable to help myself, I leaned over his body, kissing him, ignoring how Peter and Giro were doing the same beside us, just reveling in the fact we were all here, safe, alive, and most importantly, happy.
“You should just ask,” I told Felix as he paced our bedroom.
He glared at me, but kept walking back and forth. “I want to!” he argued. “I feel like I’m missing something, you know? Why are they keeping to themselves so much? Is it like Giro said, that they might need more time together after being apart? Or do they not want to see me?”
“Why would they not want to see you?” I questioned.
I understood his worry that Astrea and Claire were pushing him aside, but he had been busy as well, bonding with me, and then getting to know the others.
He had fit right in with us easily, Giro, too, for that matter. He could not be everywhere at once.
He sighed, stopping his pacing and looking so defeated. “I don’t know, Sev. But I feel like with everything that has happened, we should be together. But they stay in their room. I don’t want to impose.”
“Why not just knock and say hi?”
“I guess I could do that.”
“But it will not be until tomorrow,” I countered. “It is late and I still wish for our bath together.”
Ever since Felix had told me he wanted to drink wine while bathing with me, it had been one of those fantasies I had not been able to let go of. My Felix, naked and in my arms, both of us resting in the warm water, bubbles around us, candles lit, no other light but those, and a good wine.
His smile was instant. “Of course. I’ll grab the wine; you get the bubble bath soap I made.
” I nodded, pleased I made Felix smile. He had made two soaps, one a light green and one a light pink, both held the same skin care properties, but they smelled differently.
I picked the green one, the scent reminding me of spring, which was when he had started working here.
It might very well be my favorite time of year now.
With the bath left to fill itself, I began undressing.
Completely naked, I remembered the candles.
Walking back into our bedroom, I searched our drawers to the right of the room, where I had last seen them.
The door opened, alerting me that Felix was back.
I was too focused on searching for the candles, to notice how close he had moved.
Warm hands grabbed my waist, making me jump slightly. He chuckled behind me, letting his hands caress my ass. “I haven’t spent enough time admiring your ass. We should remedy that,” he said, his tone full of want.
“Is that not what you are doing now?” I teased, finally locating the candles.
“Oh,” he said with amusement. “This is hardly enough. I might need to have a date with your ass tonight. You know, to make up for neglecting it for so long.”
Chuckling low, I stood back up to my full height and turned, his arms reaching behind to grab my ass again. “If we do not turn off the tap, the bathroom will become flooded,” I warned him, moving past him to do just that.
He followed, the sound of clothes hitting the floor making my cock twitch with eagerness.
“I meant what I said,” Felix reminded me, lighting the candles I had placed.
“I have no doubt,” I grinned, showing a bit of fang.
He groaned. “Can you bite me while riding me?”
I almost dropped the last candle.
“You- You want to fuck me?”
“Yes. Very much. In fact.” He pointed to his very hard dick. “I can’t seem to think about anything other than sinking into your perfect ass right now.”
I whimpered. I had never let anyone take control like that. I was always the one topping. Always. But with Felix it was different, and now with the image in my head of him being inside of me…
“Please,” I whispered, not really sure what I was asking for, just hoping my fated would understand.
His grin was seductive. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you after our bath.”
Another whimper escaped my mouth. The thought of waiting was almost unbearable, but I needed this quiet time with my Felix, too. My need for release would simply have to wait a little.
Sighing, I eased myself into the water, loving how the room smelled of Felix’s soap. He joined me as soon as I was sitting back comfortably.
“I’m so glad our room has the corner bath like the one my first room here had,” he said, handing me my glass of wine. We each sat in a corner, pleased to sip our wine and tangle our feet together.
“I only have them installed in those two rooms,” I admitted, resting my head back with my eyes closed.
“Why just the two?”
“Because your old room was made ready in case I came to care for someone, so they could stay here.”
I could feel his eyes on me, but I ignored it. I had already told him I had removed myself from further relationships, knowing they would all eventually end. But even so, my heart had still wanted that room for a “what if” situation.
“Did a seer tell you I was coming?” he teased.
I smirked. “No, but maybe my heart knew it.”
We were silent after that, enjoying the peace of knowing we had eternity together.
For so long that had felt like a curse to me, never dying of old age, always moving forward and never changing, but still seeing the world around me move forward.
It still felt like it moved without me, leaving the thing behind that did not fit in.
“I was wondering,” Felix began, his voice tentative. “Could you tell me more of your past? Of vampires in general? I only know what is common knowledge, and I never asked my previous masters anything.”
I hummed, trying to decide where to start.
So, I chose the beginning. “Vampires, as you know, were not born, but created. We were forced upon this earth by a witch and a demon working together. They mistakenly created the first vampire, a woman that was rumored to have the name of Fransisca, or something close to that.”
“I read that it was a demon that escaped hell, biting a random human and that was how vampires were created.”
I shook my head, my eyes remaining closed. “That was a rumor spread by witches who feared people would turn against them, if they knew a witch was part of the reason for this new predator walking amongst them.”
He scoffed. “Witches really do seem less and less friendly. And here the Silver Lock Coven believed vampires to be the evil ones.”
I smiled at that. “Anyone alive has the ability to be evil. It does not matter the species.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” he agreed. “So, what happened after she was created?”
“She turned to bloodlust, attacking every living thing she could find. She was not like how new vampires are today. Her instincts were the strongest of all, as were her abilities. She had all of them.”
“All of them?!” he asked, alarmed.
I nodded, opening my eyes so he could see the honesty as I continued.
“She is the one we are all descended from. I hold some of her abilities, as do other vampires. It is believed that the vampires she turned each got one ability and then they passed that on to those they turned themselves. Some abilities are without a doubt lost to time, having died off with the vampires.”
“That’s so crazy to think about.”
“It is. But at the same time, it also makes sense. The creation of her made demons and witches afraid to be seen together, now that the world knew what those two species could create together. It changed a lot of things, from what I have heard.”
“Like the demons being forced to stay in their realm,” Felix guessed.
“Exactly. Now they aren’t allowed on earth unless they have a job to do. They actually cannot come here without permission from their leaders.”
“Is it wrong that I like that? That even if they shouldn’t be punished for one demon’s mistakes, I’m also glad it can’t happen again?”
“It is normal to think like that, I believe. I held a lot of fear back when I was human, then I experienced another kind of fear as a vampire. And I am not telling you this to scare you, but some day, the demons will walk earth freely again. History is doomed to repeat itself, and I am speaking from experience on that.”
He frowned as he looked at the water, slowly losing its bubbles. “I guess I’ll be ready for it when the time comes.”
“You will,” I agreed. “And remember, even if another creature would get created, we now have allies to help us out. The world is more connected now than it was back then. I trust we will overcome whatever happens.”
“I hope so.” He took my now empty glass and cuddled into me; our naked bodies slick with the oils from the soap. It would be a challenge getting up from here. “Tell me about your family.”
And so, I did. I told him about my sisters, and how our father had planned for them to marry when we had all turned.
How—even with his old age—he still went hunting for the town, proving how powerful he was.
I admitted how shy I was as a human, afraid of what my future would hold even before I was told to transition into a vampire.
Then I told him how being gay worked back then, how before Christianity had moved to our country, having sex with men was okay, but if they wanted to marry, the weaker one would be treated as a woman.
It was hard for men to accept losing their ranks or social standings, making it less appealing since it meant one of them would lose so much.
Then Christianity came, and same sex was viewed badly, not horribly at first, but over time it was overdone, like they needed something to hate and since Satan was not walking around annoying them, they turned to same sex couples instead.
“That is why I have never let anyone top me before,” I admitted, still holding firm on those old beliefs from our time as Vikings.
We really were not fully Vikings, since the times were slowly changing, but I had experienced both as I grew up, knowing how the world I grew up in wanted a man like me to behave.
“Because back then, you would have lost your social standing?” he questioned.
I nodded, his head still resting against my chest, the water cooling around us.
“I would have lost my right to provide for my family, a thing I felt pride in doing. When religion truly took over my country, that was when my father found the vampire and paid for him to change us. He was old school and preferred to have the last word in arguments, but when everyone started fearing God, he made a desperate decision instead.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m so sorry, Sev. I had no idea how fucked up it’d been back then.” That was not even the worst part I had lived through, but I did not feel ready to go through my whole life’s trauma in one night.
“It made me who I am today. I would rather think back on the good memories, and move forward with you, knowing the world is different and what I always dreamed of is now a reality.”
He sat up, smiling smugly at me. “And you want your fated to fuck you. To claim you, as you deserve to be.”
I swallowed my nerves, letting my heart lead me. “Yes.”