CHAPTER FOUR
Riggs moved away from the bar and into the back hall and answered his phone. "Hello, sweetheart." He said, and there was a soft chuckle on the other end.
"Hello, Riggs."
"Do you miss me, sweetheart?" Riggs lay it on thick, making sure Thomas knew how much he wanted him.
"Very much Riggs. I miss you very much. I was wondering if you might be able to stop by after your shift ends. I can give you my address.” He sounded very sure of what he wanted, and Riggs was more than happy to oblige.
"I'm just finishing now, I can be there in less than an hour," Riggs stated, and Thomas' excitement grew.
“That’s great.” He gave him his address and said he would be waiting. Riggs closed the call and gave Errol the good news. Errol waved him off with a good-natured smile. Riggs was stoked and ready, and nothing short of death was going to stop him from getting to Thomas.
The roads were quiet, and the drive was fast. The parking garage was just a half block from the apartment building, which was good for his beloved.
He was glad he had a place to park close by, though he didn't know if Thomas had a car.
There was so much he didn't know about him apart from the fact that he had some awful co-workers who tried to pass themselves off as friends.
Thomas' unit was on the third floor just off the elevator. The second he knocked on the door, it swung open, and he was literally yanked inside, and the door slammed shut behind him. The smile his man wore could light up the city. His beloved was taking ownership, even if he didn't realize it.
Thomas' lips were on his, and he was being urged across the room toward a door which Riggs assumed was the bedroom.
The awareness, the pull, and the bond were in full force.
He looked into those fierce and expectant blue-gray eyes and saw determination.
Thomas was not playing around; he had a focus and a goal.
The kiss eased off, but the desperation remained.
"I need you so badly," Thomas said through clenched lips, pulling him by the hand into his bedroom. The apartment was small but colorful and welcoming; it had a warmth that emanated from every corner, and he knew that it originated from within his beautiful beloved.
"I'm all yours, sweetheart." Riggs pulled his shirt off over his head and laid it across the small bench at the end of the bed.
This room was as warm and lovely as the living room.
It was soft and settled with comfortable fabrics and peaceful colors.
Thomas had an eye for decorating and an understanding of what made a space a home.
Riggs looked forward to having him redecorate their quarters at the coven house.
He kept his eyes on Thomas as he too unbuttoned his shirt and quickly deposited it on the bench with Riggs’. His chest was delicate yet fine and so soft. He ached to get his hands back on that lovely expanse of heated flesh.
Riggs hurried off with his boots and dropped his jeans and kicked them to the side. He wanted his man, and he was tired of slow walking this moment. His hands were sweating, and his cock was rock hard. Thomas reacted similarly and hurriedly tossed the remainder of his clothing onto the bench.
Seeing his beloved naked and wanting was a vision he would cherish for the rest of his life. "I'm glad you called." He was also glad that he didn't need a lot of talk and explanations before getting to the heart of the issue. He wanted this as much as Riggs wanted it, and he wasn't afraid.
"You are gorgeous, Thomas, absolutely gorgeous." Thomas smiled with just a touch of shyness showing through, but it did not stop him from reaching out and taking Riggs' hand once again and gently pulling him toward the bed.
Riggs moved forward and took Thomas into his arms, pressing him intimately against him, feeling the touch of his naked body and feeling the warmth spread through him.
They fit together perfectly just as Fate designed.
Thomas moved his hands, sliding his palms along Riggs' hips and thighs, slowly mapping his body through touch.
The sensations from this intimate touch were burning through him.
"You are the answer to all my dreams, Riggs. I have no idea why you picked me, but I am so happy that you did."
"You're everything, Thomas, a true treasure. How could I not pick you?" Riggs walked him backward a couple of steps and then lifted him onto the bed. Their eyes connected, and much was communicated. The need and its urgency were there, blatant and loud.
He crawled over him, lying flat against his body, pressing him firmly into the comfort of the bed. Thomas reached over to the table at the edge of the bed, and without taking his eyes off Riggs, he pulled open a drawer and grabbed something. He then handed it to Riggs with a soft knowing smile.
Riggs covered his fingers in the stuff and slathered it on his cock before spreading a generous amount to Thomas' waiting hole.
His beloved was a smaller man, but he was not fragile; he was soft in the right places and hard in the right places, and those blue-gray eyes were a total turn-on whenever they touched Riggs.
Riggs settled comfortably between Thomas's thighs, grinding his hard cock against Thomas's, bringing light and excitement to those gorgeous eyes.
His fingers continued to press against the hard muscle of Thomas's entrance, which soon gave way as he plunged two fingers inside.
The stretch was slow and controlled, watching his beloved, making sure only pleasure flooded those eyes, nothing else.
"Yes, Riggs, so good." The words were scrambled and broken, but the message was clear.
He held Thomas and carefully edged inside, inch by inch.
Again, he stared into those eyes and saw the anticipation and the suspense, and it was beautiful to see.
He plunged inside without warning, filling him, stretching him, and that expectant expression suddenly exploded with pleasure.
Thomas was moving with him, picking up a rhythm and increasing the stimulation and sensual reward.
Riggs felt his vampire rising to the surface, and he knew his image was taking on a fierce, somewhat wild aspect, which Thomas would be able to pick up on.
This was all part of the awareness and the bond, little by little, Thomas would be brought into the secret and into his world.
He pounded into his beloved, relishing the contact and the soft warmth that was all Thomas. He held him, and his heart and mind filled with love and peace and images of forever. This was his beloved and the promise of Fate.
Thomas was blissfully floating and splintering at the same time, so much so full and so perfect he couldn't get a real hold on anything.
Lights and sensations exploded through his senses, and vision formed before his eyes and in his mind.
The visions were magical and fantastical, swimming in and out of his awareness.
Nothing was making sense, but everything seemed familiar.
He closed his eyes, and Riggs held him securely in his arms, hammering inside, stretching him tightly, and then he felt the shift and the knowing, and he could see it all.
Riggs slammed into him, staring down at him with red eyes and a face with fierce intention and hard angles.
The moment melted and stabilized his understanding, his emotions, and his life.
The bite came quickly. Riggs sank his teeth into the base of his throat, and the pain struck but was gone in an instant. It was replaced with a mind-numbing pleasure that threatened to paralyze every inch of his body in the best way possible.
He dug his fingertips into Riggs' upper arms as he fought to stay grounded, and his mind just went wild. The visions became real, and the knowledge of strange and magical things filled consciousness. It was a strange new reality that suddenly opened, and he was seeing everything.
He tried to push it aside and continued to ride out the euphoric sensations rushing through him as Riggs fed and claimed him as his own. This was the bond; this was sealing their connection. They would become one.
It ended slowly as Riggs licked the wound closed and they both eased back down to earth. His heart slowed and his breathing evened out, but the awareness remained, and his mind continued to flash with new and amazing truths.
"What is this, Riggs? Why does the world seem so strange to me now? Are you a vampire, Riggs? What are all these creatures that fill my memory as if I have known of them forever?"
Riggs held him and remained silent for a few minutes, allowing Thomas to complete his fragmented thoughts and feelings.
Riggs never rushed him, never demanded, he always let Thomas keep his own pace.
Everyone always rushed him, pushed him, demanded more and better and faster, but Riggs waited and watched and let him be himself.
"Are you a vampire? I see you, and I see your life.
It's as if I've known you for a long time, not just a few hours.
You and the others and Mr. Conall Rose, you're all vampires.
" He knew he probably sounded ridiculous, but he also had a deep sense that Riggs knew exactly what he was talking about.
"This is real, everything I'm seeing and feeling is real. "
"It's all real, sweetheart." Riggs stretched out next to Thomas with his arms around him, holding him securely as he had throughout.
The confident, casual way he responded gave Thomas a sense of peace that should have been strange but felt reassuring instead.
Everything was okay, everything was as it should be; that belief came through solidly.