Chapter Three
S o hot. So hot and tight, and Peter’s body shook beneath him. His ragged breathing reached Minho’s ears and he held still, conscious that this was Peter’s first time. Their mouths ate each other’s, licking and biting, each dominating the kiss.
When Peter’s ass loosened, Minho pulled out then slid back inside, setting up a slow steady pace. This was his mate’s first time and Minho didn’t want to hurt him. He knew there would be some pain but he wasn’t going to cause Peter any more.
Peter’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close, their mouths fused together. Minho moaned, his breathing ragged, his hips moving faster, harder, even when he tried to go slow. Being with his mate after all these years made his control threadbare, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before it snapped.
The sounds Peter made urged Minho on, and his threadbare control slipped away. He plunged into Peter’s ass time and time again, Peter arching up, moving with him, their bodies moving in sync. Peter’s hands scrambled on his skin, reaching up and tugging Minho’s hair so he could kiss him deeper. Minho let him, let his mate touch and squeeze, scratch his back.
The sounds he made, the way his body moved, had Minho going up in flames. Pushing a hand between their straining bodies, he grabbed Peter’s dick, tugging it, sliding the soft skin over the hard flesh, feeling Peter’s body shake. Peter bit Minho’s lip, making it bleed, and Minho growled in response.
Dick hard, balls tight, Minho fucked Peter, pushing them both closer to their orgasm. Peter wailed, his body bowing, and wet heat covered Minho’s hand. Peter’s ass clenched around Minho’s dick and he groaned, body shaking, his own orgasm flowing over him. The world disappeared around the edges. The only thing existing was the unbelievable pleasure consuming him until everything vanished in ecstasy.
Opening his eyes, Minho lifted his head and looked down at Peter. He lay still, limp, his breathing ragged, his skin damp and flushed with heat. Minho kissed him softly, pleased when he heard a soft moan escape Peter’s lips. When Peter opened his eyes, Minho stared into them, swept away by the intensity in their depths. The blue so deep and strong, and Minho couldn’t look away.
“Minho.” His name murmured so softly Minho couldn’t help but kiss Peter’s wet plump lips. Peter returned his kiss, sighing softly as their lips touched. Minho licked his way into Peter’s mouth, twining their tongues together, sharing air between them.
Eventually, Minho lifted his head and moved back, tucked his dick back in his jeans and grabbed some napkins. Cleaning Peter, he noticed him tense. “Tender?”
“A little. It wasn’t on my bingo card to have anal sex with a man today. Didn’t think it was something that would ever happen.”
Minho reached a hand out and helped Peter sit up, then steadied him when he stood. Watching him pull his clothing up and fasten his jeans, Minho ran a hand along Peter’s arm. Peter wet his lips and lifted his eyes to Minho’s before searching the floor for his shoes. Pushing his feet in them, Peter shook his head once then faced Minho.
“I wanted to wait.” Minho half smiled. “I wanted to talk with you more, hear about your life. Diane, Sammy, and Rex.” His own intense reaction surprised Minho, and he wasn’t a man to be easily surprised, but that night had been nothing but surprises.
“You know so much about me, and I literally only know a couple of things about you. Your name, your species, and that we’re mates. Are we mates now?”
“We haven’t mated, no. I need to bite you and drink your blood while having sex.”
“That’s… interesting to know.” Peter straightened his clothes. “I need to tidy and lock up for the night.”
“I can help you, if that’s okay with you. I’d like to help you.”
Peter side-eyed him, sucked his lips in, then nodded. “Thank you. I appreciate the offer.”
Minho wanted to ask what Peter was thinking about, but he knew to give the man time and space. Picking up the few odd items left on the tables, Minho carried them to the back area and placed them next to the sink. Peter picked up the spray and cloth and cleaned the tables as Minho walked in with a broom and did the floors.
Once the floors were mopped and the till dealt with, Minho followed Peter out of the shop, pulling his hood up to cover his face. It was dark, but there was a camera nearby, and he wasn’t ready for Gray or Key’s questions, because he knew one of them would spot him with Peter.
Stepping onto the sidewalk, Peter shuffled his feet, then exhaled. “What now?”
“Want to get something to eat? We should talk.”
“We should have talked before we had sex.” Peter smiled then stared up the street. “There’s a Greek place not far from here.”
“Sounds good. Will the kids be okay?” He didn’t want to take Peter away from his children. The love he had for them was evident. Minho had watched them grow, mature, seen Peter with them, and knew they’d formed a tight bond after Diane’s death. They’d been close before as a family, but now there was nothing they wouldn’t do to help the other.
“I’ll message them and let them know. Sammy isn’t coming home from college this weekend, so it’s just me and Rex.”
“Rex is in his final year of high school. Is he planning on going to college as well?” Minho pushed his hands into his pockets, walking alongside Peter.
“Surprised you don’t know.” Peter flashed a smile at him. “He’s undecided. He isn’t quite himself at the moment and he won’t talk to me about it.”
“I thought you were all close.”
“We are, but for some reason, he’s behaving like this. I’m not sure why, either. He isn’t telling me, but he’s eighteen now, so entitled to his privacy.”
“I’m sure when he’s ready, he will talk to you. Not that I know all about it. I don’t have children.”
“You don’t want them?”
Minho didn’t immediately answer. He’d considered children at one point. He’d been with a female vampire for over fifty years, but it hadn’t happened for them. When she’d met her mate, Minho had willingly stepped aside, and she now had a child of her own, one Minho saw regularly. “I was involved for a long time, but it never happened for us.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Being a parent is a wonderful experience. It has its challenges but I wouldn’t want a life without them in it. They give me more than I give them.”
“I’m sure they don’t think that way. I’ve seen you together.”
“How long have you been watching me?”
“Since the moment I saw you.”
Peter slowed to a stop and grabbed Minho’s arm. “That’s almost thirty years. I remember the carnival. We’d just married, like you said, and you don’t look old enough to have known me for thirty years. I’m almost fifty and you’re what? Early thirties, if that.”
“I’m almost three hundred.” Minho shrugged. “We age slower.”
“How old?” Peter stepped back and looked him up and down. “Are you kidding me?”
“I have no reason to lie to you. You’re my mate. I will always be honest with you. I’m almost three hundred years old. I was in a relationship with a female for over fifty years, until she met her mate. I stepped aside because mates are sacred. I would never stop mates from being together.”
“But you look…I look older…” Peter rubbed his hands over his face. “You knew thirty years ago but did nothing. I could have died and you would have let me.”
“You were happy, in love. Both of you were. Your happiness was more important to me than my own.”
“That’s…” Peter paused, seemingly lost for words. “That’s…I don’t know what to say.”
“I’m here now and so are you. Let’s have our meal and talk.”
“Did you see the first cars and planes?” Peter asked as he walked on. He pointed ahead. “The place is just up there.”
Minho nodded. He knew where it was. It had become a favorite place for Peter after Diane’s death. “It’s midweek, so we shouldn’t have trouble getting a table.”
“You probably know I like to eat here.”
“I may have noticed it.”
Peter glanced at him, then scuffed his shoe on the floor. “Tell me about you. You know so much about me, so tell me something.”
“I once met the Wright brothers, along with another vampire.” Peter spun around and stared at him, his mouth falling open. Minho grinned. “I saw the first plane fly. I was covered head to toe, but I had to be there. Human ingenuity is amazing. I had a bit of a sunburn after.”
“So the whole no sun thing is true?” Minho nodded. “What about food? No, that’s a stupid question. We’re going to a restaurant to eat, unless you’re planning to watch me eat.”
“I love food, so I will be eating as well.”
“Mirrors! Can you see your reflection in a mirror.”
“I can, and I try to avoid them when I get up. Bedhead.”
“Pfft. If you can see your reflection, then you know how attractive you are.”
“Thank you. I find you sexy as hell.”
Peter laughed and shook his head. “I’m almost fifty. My sexy days are behind me. Sorry, but you’re getting a middle-aged man.”
“I would have had you old and gray with wrinkles and saggy skin. You’re my mate. That’s all that matters to me.”
“At least I can still get it up, as we both know now.” Peter’s skin flushed, and he smiled ruefully. “Been a long time since I did something like that.”
“Have sex?” Minho watched, waiting for his answer. He knew Peter hadn’t slept with anyone else since Diane’s death.
“Have sex within ten minutes of meeting someone, and with a man. No, I’m not homophobic. It was never something I saw myself doing, so this has been an eye-opening evening for me.”
“I’m hoping to open your eyes more, if you’ll let me.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “Kiss me and it seems I’m yours.” Peter flushed again. “I’m this novice compared to you. I’ve slept with two people my entire life.”
“I like that about you. You’re faithful.”
“Doesn’t seem to be too much of that around nowadays.”
“I will never cheat or leave you. You are the one for me.” Minho pulled Peter close and put his hand on his chest. “Mates are forever. No one else. Me and you, if you’ll have me.”
“I barely know you. This has all come out of the blue, so I need some time, which goes against the fact we had sex on the table in my cafe.” Peter mumbled something, then caught Minho’s quizzical look. “Glad no one walked past. Can you imagine it plastered all over social media?”
Minho snorted then chuckled. “I’ve been on plenty.”
“How?”
“There is some website trying to expose my kind. I like to pose for them. You know the whole ‘mix enough lies and truths together’. You know, prevaricating.”
“Not a word I use in everyday conversation, but yes, I know what you mean. So you take pictures with them and they post them on their website.”
“Yes, because why would a vampire pose for pictures with vampire hunters?” Minho walked on, nudging Peter, who quickly caught up. “It amuses me and it keeps them busy.”
“What do you do?”
“I help to protect our people. Just like there are bad humans, there are bad vampires. We had a civil war and split into two factions. One wants to make all humans slaves or kill them off and take over the planet. We want to live peacefully and just carry on living our lives the way we want to. It’s been tense recently because the leader of the other group has made a reappearance after several decades of nothing. We’re preparing.”
“Hmm. Can I take that question back?”
“Too honest?”
“We’re still in the getting to know each other stage, or I am, so maybe a little. It’s good to know, though. I can be prepared just in case.” Peter pointed to the building in front. “We’re here now.”
Minho opened the door. “After you.” Peter walked past, and Minho inhaled his scent. He was here at last with his mate, after all the years he’d stood in the shadows. At last he didn’t have to hide.