Chapter 7
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Never would I have imagined that I would spend an evening stalking my brand new mate through the grounds of the estate.
But here I was. Ambrose wore sweatpants, a t-shirt, sneakers, and—I was fairly certain—nothing else underneath that.
The scent of his fear had me wanting to back off and check in, but then there would come the rich scent of how much this was arousing him.
“I can smell you, little one,” I said in my growliest voice. “You cannot escape me.”
I grinned when I heard the tiny whimper out of Ambrose. The man was very into this chase, and I was trying not to let my cock slip free of its sheath just yet. Running with an erection wasn’t comfortable at all, and I wanted to prolong the hunt for as long as I could.
Continuing the ruse of tracking my skittish human, I occasionally added a low, threatening growl just to make Ambrose gasp and sprint out of his hiding place.
Any predator worth his fangs would’ve tackled Ambrose and devoured him by now, but I simply kept herding my delicious prey farther from the house.
Hopefully, Ambrose wouldn’t protest being taken in the grass of the cemetery under the full moon’s light.
We were zigzagging through the cemetery again when I heard the gate to Hell creak open. Ambrose gasped and stood up from behind a gravestone he’d been “hiding” behind and met my gaze. He could hear it, too.
I went down on all fours—the fastest way to run—and flew back toward the house, teeth bared and the fire in my gut burning brighter.
Some distance behind me, I could hear Ambrose’s swift footfalls. If he wanted to watch me send a soul back to Hell, I wasn’t going to stop him. I did hope that it wouldn’t ruin our game, though.
Nearly the entire soul had solidified by the time I set eyes on them.
That meant they were old and strong—two very bad qualities when dealing with the damned.
The soul didn’t make a sound as they rounded the house, heading for the street.
Even the wrought iron fence wouldn’t stop them if they were fully solid by the time they reached it.
I dug my claws into the ground and launched myself at their back.
Now they screamed. As I landed on them, fangs sinking into the back of their head and claws gouging into their flesh, the damned screamed in pain and fear.
I didn’t give them a moment’s quarter as I tore their head off, gulped it down into the flames inside me, and rended the rest of their flesh in mere seconds.
A wailing mist of torment and anger flew across the lawn and back down to the gate.
Metal creaked and slammed, the damned soul returned.
Licking my lips, I stood up and turned toward Ambrose. What would he think of what he’d just witnessed?
Oh. Well, then. Apparently, Ambrose wasn’t upset by what he’d seen. Not with his erection pushing out his sweatpants like that. His cheeks were flushed, his hair falling loose from its binding, and he had a hand pressed to his lower belly. Would he touch himself?
I went back down on all fours and bared my teeth. The fire inside me glowed so hot that I lit the area around me with a red-orange hue. Ambrose visibly shivered.
“You should run,” I growled.
Ambrose’s eyes went so wide as he gasped before spinning around and dashing away. I gave him until he was nearly to the weeping willow before giving chase. Now it was Ambrose who screamed when he looked behind himself.
I snatched him right off his feet and took him under the tree’s hanging branches.
Pressing him against the trunk, I growled in his ear as I shoved those obscene sweatpants down to his knees.
Ambrose whimpered, eyes closed and mouth panting.
I was about to ask if I could take my little mate, but Ambrose widened his legs and tipped his round ass up.
A moment later, and both of us were moaning as I rutted the full length of my slick cock into the crack of his ass.
“Oh, goddess, yes,” Ambrose said breathlessly. “Fuck me, Saph. Please? Right here.”
I stepped on Ambrose’s pants to free them and his shoes before grabbing his thighs. He was too short to fuck him while he stood, so I lifted him up, his legs spread wide, and speared my stiff cock right into him.
Ambrose clung to the willow tree and wailed so beautifully as I worked my cock deeper and deeper inside my mate’s tight body.
The scent of our sex had me breathing fast and heavy, drawing the smell into my lungs and savoring it.
How had I ever been confused by who Ambrose was to me? We were perfect together!
“You’re mine. Mine .”
“I am. Oh, goddess, Saph!”
I dug my claws into the tree trunk, Ambrose’s thighs on my forearms while I fucked him nice and slow.
Ambrose was making desperate little noises, his blunt nails scratching at the bark while he writhed with my movements.
I could feel my knot growing and preventing me from burying my full length inside him.
And it seemed like Ambrose could feel it, too.
“Knot me. Saph, please!” He moaned and arched his back. “Fuck it into me so deep.”
So I did. I shoved in and pulled Ambrose toward me at the same time, cramming my knot into his plundered hole. The sound from him was nearly a scream as his whole body shook with his release. I groaned and pressed for just a few millimeters more inside my mate as I came, too.
We panted against the tree for long enough that my arms started to protest holding Ambrose up like I was.
Carefully, I lowered myself down to the ground and lay back with him sprawled on top of me, back to front.
Ambrose moaned as he wiggled his ass just a little bit against my groin, the two of us still bound by my knot.
Even though I should be thinking chaste thoughts so that the knot would shrink, I instead found my hands wandering over Ambrose’s lean body. When he took his t-shirt over his head and tossed it away, I had even more skin to touch.
“You’re gonna keep me hard,” Ambrose said sleepily.
“Same. I can’t help it.”
He took one of my hands and cupped it over his still-hard dick. “Make me come again. I wanna come on your knot.”
I closed my eyes and held my mate while I breathed in the never-ending scent of our desire for each other and stroked Ambrose’s cock.
The way he ground the pillowy globes of his ass back against me and moaned so desperately had me rocking my hips even though not a bit of me moved inside him this time.
But it still felt so good to have his muscles twitching while wrapped around the whole length of my cock.
And with his cock weeping in my grip, filling the air with sex, I wasn’t surprised that I could come again so soon.
Ambrose pushed back hard against me and came, too.
His cock slicked my fingers, making a delicious mess that I couldn’t resist licking up.
While he panted on top of me, Ambrose twisted enough to see me lick my fingers clean.
When he offered his own cum-covered finger, I happily sucked on the little digit while he moaned quietly.
“Goddess,” he whispered as he took his finger away. “We’re going to be locked together forever if we don’t calm down.”
I grunted a laugh, already feeling like my knot was receding. “I would carry you around on my cock for days, if I could.”
Ambrose chuckled. “What a sight that would be since hardly anyone can see you . They’d just see me floating along, three feet off the ground, naked with my asshole wide open on nothing.”
I laughed heartily even as I tried not to imagine such a bizarre sight.
It was only a few more minutes before my cock slipped free. Ambrose sighed like he missed it, but then he rolled over and loomed above me with a grin on his face.
“We’re really good together,” he said.
“We are.”
I gave Ambrose’s nose a quick lick in lieu of a kiss, making my silly mate giggle before he got up.
Ambrose was getting his clothes back on when, suddenly, I caught wind of the putrid scent of death.
Horrified, I looked to my left and saw a man with sallow skin and ragged clothes standing just outside the curtain of the willow tree’s branches.
Growling, I put myself between Ambrose and the decaying man.
Ambrose gasped, his t-shirt clutched to his chest. “Who was that?” he whispered harshly as the man trotted away from us. “Did they see us?”
I held out my hand to Ambrose. “Let’s go inside and I’ll explain.”
Ambrose took my hand and walked with me into the mausoleum, down the tunnel, and into the basement of the house. For the first time in a century, I barred the basement door so that no one and nothing could follow us inside. I would do everything necessary to keep Ambrose safe.