Chapter 11 #2
But I hadn’t died, at least, not in the traditional sense. My cruel creator—who invaded first my country then my blood—had abandoned me there to stitch myself back together while they escaped into the night, and I was left to wander this world, this new existence, completely on my own.
Breathe, Makisig…
Just forget everything that came before your mate.
“Come back to me.” Damon’s hands were cupping my face again, gently coaxing me back to the present. “Please, I want this.”
He wants this.
On instinct, I raised my wrist to my mouth, then recoiled at the taste of blood that wasn’t his.
I need a blade…
Recalling the knife Damon kept in his boot—the one that had pushed me over the edge last night—I reached down to retrieve it.
My mate followed the movement, unafraid as I held it up in the small space between us.
This lack of fear didn’t surprise me, as he’d also shown none at the sight of my fangs, nor at the way the whites of my eyes were now tinged reddish black as my hunger took control.
“Feed from me.” I turned the hilt his way and tapped my carotid artery with the blade. “Take everything you desire.”
Damon gripped the knife, chewing his lips nervously as he searched my face. “You’re not concerned about…?”
“Decapitation?” I laughed as his question echoed my earlier one—on a very different topic. “No, pet. I trust you with my life.”
He smiled and pressed the blade to my neck before leaning down and whispering against my lips, “And my life now belongs to you…”
I groaned as he sliced me open, unable to resist gripping his ass and thrusting against him as pain and pleasure intertwined for me as well.
I’d been disappointed the first time I discovered feeding was better than sex, but with Damon, everything was fulfilling—transcendent, even. Beyond anything I could have hoped for when I was reborn as a monster.
“You’re not a monster.”
Exactly why my mate believed I was a good man was beyond my comprehension, but any doubt that may have lingered vanished the instant he brought his face to my open wound, moaning in pleasure as he took my blood into his body without hesitation.
Choosing to walk this path with me.
I let him have his fill before beginning the cycle again, until we were both drunk on each other.
Despite my desire to only look ahead, I vividly imagined myself back on the island of my childhood—before I’d lost everything.
Only this time, my mate was there, asleep in my arms, as if he’d always been a part of my life.
My eternal companion.
Next came death, as Damon’s human existence on this earth came to an end.
The instant he began to violently spasm, I compelled him into sleep until the process was complete.
While my mate rested, I washed up and readied the crypt for sleep as best I could.
Then, I carried his limp body to the altar, laying him down like an offering to a god I’d never believed in.
“Makisig…” he murmured, managing to fight through the compulsion yet again, and I found I didn’t mind hearing my true name while my mate was half-asleep.
Someday I’ll tell him more.
“I’m here, pet,” I soothed, fitting myself between his legs so I could lean down to gently kiss his pillowy lips. “You did so well.”
His amber eyes fluttered open as I straightened, flashing silver as they locked on me. “You didn’t murder me.”
The smirk he was failing to hide gave him away. “Not completely,” I teased in return, helping him sit up. “Only slightly.”
I watched as he looked around, taking in our dimly-lit surroundings with his newly-enhanced vampiric sight. The moonlight trickling in accentuated the sculpted perfection of his features as he turned his face toward the trio of stained glass windows miraculously intact behind the towering cross.
“Dawn is coming,” he murmured in wonder. “I can feel it.”
I nodded proudly, not surprised in the least that he was a fast learner. “Yes, and I’ve prepared a nest in the crypt that will suffice for one day. We can visit the nearest town tomorrow for supplies… and to feed.”
To my delight, his eyes flashed again. “But what if I’m hungry now? For you…”
As if I didn’t already know what this insatiable man was alluding to, he laid back on the stone surface, trailing a hand down his bare chest before obscenely gripping his cock through his pants.
Such a perfect whore.
“Well, we can’t have that,” I cooed, ridding him of his boots and the remainder of his clothes. “If my mate needs me inside him, I am happy to provide.”
Damon hungrily watched as I undressed, his fangs lengthening when I bit open my own wrist to provide lubrication for us both.
“Yes!” he gasped as I worked him open with bloody fingers. “And now you’ll live inside me—always.”
I froze with my cock notched at his opening as the gravity of what he was saying washed over me.
My blood now ran through his veins, giving him a new existence by my side.
Likewise, he’d filled me with life—not only with his blood but by providing a hope I thought I had lost forever. A future and a family.
“And you as well,” I murmured as I slid home, marveling at how glorious he felt as he clenched me tightly. “We will own the night, feeding each other—”
“Transgressing together,” he teased, earning himself a sharp thrust to remind him who was in charge. Not one to behave for long, he wrapped his long legs around my waist and pulled me in deep. “Then you’ll fuck me until I can’t remember my own name…”
Gladly.
I smirked, gripping the edge of the altar with one hand and Damon’s waist with the other before slamming into his barely prepped hole hard enough for him to shout.
Since my mate likes it to hurt.
“Oh, I’ll do better than that, pet,” I growled, increasing my pace while his pretty eyes rolled back in his pretty head. “I’ll fuck you until you know you’re mine, until there’s no longer a shred of doubt in your mind that I own you.”
“Nobody… owns… me…” he panted in time with my thrusts, his adorable glare only spurring me on. “Not outside of the bedroom.”
We’ll see about that.
I understood Damon’s aversion to the idea, especially after Madam Roulette was more than happy to sell him off, but I would never disrespect his autonomy as she had.
My style of ownership came with care and commitment—far closer to worship than dictatorship—and if it took until the end of our immortal lives to prove my undying devotion, so be it.
And he already owns me as well.
“Max!” he cried out, back arching off the altar as his release coated his chest—his submission offering long-awaited salvation. “Don’t stop…”
“Such an insatiable whore you are,” I murmured, leaning down so I could lick him clean, grinding my pelvis against him just to hear him whimper from the overstimulation.
The whimpering continued as I fucked him slow and deep, allowing my mate time to rally for his next orgasm.
While I teased his nipples with my tongue, my hand wandered up his neck, briefly pausing at the bite marks I gave him—nearly healed—before tracing his jawline and ending at his mouth.
Then I ran my thumb over his plush bottom lip and popped it into his mouth, unable to resist testing the sharp points of his newly-acquired fangs.
Then, he bit me.
“You devil!” I laughed, withdrawing both my hand and my cock and flipping him onto his stomach before propping him onto his knees. “So you want to play, hmm?”
“Yes, sir,” Damon breathlessly replied. “You still don’t own me and I can still remember my name.”
And you’ve helped me remember mine…
I’d grown fond of my new name in the years since I’d landed on American shores, but the idea that one other creature knew me for who I’d been—had called for that version of me in his hour of need—began to heal something within me I’d thought would never be repaired.
But there’s a long road ahead where that’s concerned.
Not wanting to haunt the first night of Damon’s vampiric existence with my old demons, I gave his taut ass a playful smack, indicating he should crawl further down the altar to make room for me.
Once I’d positioned myself behind my mate, I spread him open, admiring how sore he looked, knowing he could take more from me now.
To my delight, he allowed the inspection—a far cry from his reluctance to undress in my presence only a few short weeks ago.
Human morals no longer apply to us.
“Such a good little pet,” I praised, relishing his shudder as I entered him slowly enough for him to feel every inch. “Are you ready for me to own you now?”
I sensed a brief moment of his old defiance, but then he melted down onto his elbows on the stone surface with a helpless sound, surrendering to the fact we were one and the same now. Bound together for eternity—fated to travel and transgress by each other's sides forever.
Let us be monsters together.