CHAPTER THREE #2
He sat up just as Cal came into the living room and sat down beside him, close enough that their thighs were touching. Tarek didn't realize just how much he was missing him and how much he needed him close, really close.
Cal's arm went around his shoulders, and Tarek leaned into him, dropping his head to Cal's chest. After several deep breaths, taking in the sweet, comforting scent that enveloped him, Tarek opened his eyes and looked up at Cal.
“So, what’s next?” He asked with a half smile playing about his lips.
Cal's expression was not humorous; it was serious and focused, and then suddenly turned to fire, so hot that Tarek felt the burn.
He reached up and cupped the side of Tarek's face as his eyes completely and ferociously devoured him. Cal wasn’t playing.
Cal's thumb rubbed lazily along Tarek's cheekbone, and the touch was mesmerizing.
Tarek was familiar with the pull, but he did not at all understand just how powerful the need would be that took his body, mind, and soul.
His breath began to catch in his throat when Cal held his gaze and pulled him in slowly, effortlessly, and with a desire that was intense and merciless.
Tarek felt Cal’s breath brush his lips. “We start here with us, with this.” The light brush of his lips against Tarek’s immediately turned hard and demanding. His grip on him tightened, and Tarek found himself smashed against Cal's chest while his lips were being ravaged.
All other thoughts and considerations fled his mind with the presence of his soulmate, his Fated match, the gift that he so desperately did not deserve but would fight to the death to protect.
Cal, the vampire guard, stirred his blood, spread light through his being, and made life exceptional here in his arms.
He stood abruptly and pulled Tarek up with him.
The kiss continued throughout as his hands molded to Tarek's body, taking in the muscles and curves, stimulating everywhere he touched.
Tarek thought he was about to lose his mind when he was swept up into Cal's arms and carried off.
He acted as if he weighed nothing, handling him deftly with a balance and grace that were impressive.
Cal took the stairs two at a time, at the same speed and with the same grace.
The bedroom came at them quickly, with Cal pushing the door open with his hip and rushing to the side of the bed.
He stood there with Tarek in his arms, just staring down at him with a look that was hungry and appreciative.
The expression brought so many things and thoughts to life within Tarek.
He smiled because he couldn't hold it in.
After a few seconds of silence and wonder, Cal sat him on the bed but did not let him go.
The need to have his hands on him seemed something Cal was not going to fight.
Tarek reached out and ran his hands up and down Cal's sides and down his hips.
The man had a body that was so right and everything Tarek needed.
His breathing became heavy as anticipation grew.
They were fated, so Cal was feeling the pull even more forcefully than Tarek, since Tarek was human.
He could see the desire flaming in his eyes, and he could see the vampire pushing forward, demanding to mark and to claim.
He wondered if Cal would claim him this evening or if he would feel that he had to wait.
Tarek was ready and his mind was filled with salacious and lustful thoughts, but it was clear about Cal and what he wanted from Cal.
Beloveds were forever, and Tarek understood the intensity and the sacred nature of the bond.
He'd seen it in action many times, and it always left him with a sense of awe and wonder.
The bond meant so much; entering such a union was a life-altering decision, yet everyone seemed to do so willingly and eagerly, and now he was feeling the same. All insecurity fled when Cal made his intentions clear.
"I'm going to claim you, Tarek. If you don't want that, then you need to tell me now because I want you more than I want my next breath, and stopping will not be an option once we start.
" He couldn't be clearer than that, and Tarek marveled at the way his heart fluttered at the possessive approach.
Being wanted so hard left him with a heady feeling in his heart and mind.
"I want you too, Cal. Please don't stop.
" That answer seemed to delight Cal, who instantly began removing Tarek's clothing.
The jacket went first, followed by his knit pullover, and once he was naked to the waist, Cal paused briefly to place several open-mouth kisses to his shoulders and pecks.
He wasn't muscular, but he was solid and well-proportioned.
His body was perfect, and Tarek could not tear his eyes away.
Cal moved to unfasten Tarek's jeans, and Tarek reached out to pull on Cal's shirt. He'd already removed his suit jacket, but he still wore the crisp black tie and the pristine white shirt. DuCane's men were all superbly dressed, but Cal seemed to outshine them all.
He removed the tie and laid it aside, and then began unbuttoning the perfect white shirt.
The fabric was exceptional. He wondered about the thread count; the smooth touch was a giveaway to the quality, but what did he expect?
Coven DuCane was one of the most powerful Covens in the country; they wouldn't be playing around with cut-rate products.
The moment the shirt fell away, and Tarek touched warm, silky flesh, all thoughts of fabric and Covens disappeared.
Nothing remained in his awareness apart from this heart-stopping, gorgeous man.
"You're gorgeous, Cal." He had to tell him why to hide the appreciation that was obvious in his eyes and in his greedy touch.
His hands molded to his body, the sensations surging through Tarek were hot and needy.
Cal gave a wicked smile, and his eyes turned to fire, the subtle red backlighting the darkness. It was the sexiest thing Tarek had ever laid eyes upon, and his heart was about to beat right out of his chest as his cock pressed painfully against the fabric of his jeans. "I need you, Cal."
“I am completely at your disposal, Tarek," Cal said with that same smile that teased and promised and ate away at any remaining reservations Tarek might have had. Tarek removed Cal's shirt, tossed it on top of the tie, then reached for his belt.
Tarek looked up into Cal’s eyes once again. “We’re doing this.” It was both a statement and a question. His heart was still pounding away in anticipation, and his breath was coming out in excited pants.
"We're doing this baby, you and me." There was no question and no hesitancy, and that was all Tarek needed. He had Cal's pants open in seconds and was taking his hard cock in hand. It was presumptuous but seemed appropriate.
Cal’s head dropped back on his shoulders as a deep sigh escaped his lips. Tarek slid further onto the edge of the bed and yanked Cal’s pants further down his thighs. The man had massive muscular legs, and the turn on was complete.
Tarek dropped his head and took that gorgeous cock into his mouth, sliding it down his throat and pulling it back to his lips. He closed his eyes and focused on giving this man all the pleasure and attention he deserved.