Chapter Eight
P eter opened the front door, laughing at Rex who was complaining on the phone to him. “Assignments suck, Dad. Why do we have to have them?”
“So they can make your life hell.” Peter laughed again when Rex groaned. “Sammy’s coming home this weekend. It seems someone told him about his dad having a boyfriend.”
“How was I to know I wasn’t supposed to tell him? You should have said something or told him yourself.”
“I believe I did, but you’re right. I should have said something.” But he’d wanted to get used to the situation himself first.
“Do you need me to come home?”
“No. I’ll see you tomorrow when I get home from work. I might even bring something with me.”
“Carrot cake please! You know I love it.”
Peter rolled his eyes. If Rex could get away with eating nothing but carrot cake and pizza, then he would. “And pizza?”
“Now we’re talking! Later, Dad!”
Peter dropped his phone on the counter in the kitchen and opened the fridge. He heard a sound coming from the front of the house and shouted, “I thought you would be another couple of hours.”
When he heard nothing, he stepped back from the fridge, letting it shut. Minho.
Yeah?
Where are you?
Standing on a roof top watching traffic.
I’m in the kitchen. There is someone in my house.
Minho appeared next to him, pulling his gun out. Stay quiet. Peter nodded, watching Minho creep through the kitchen and dining room, then pausing at the door. He disappeared through it and Peter waited, holding his breath, his heart racing in his chest.
“Peter.”
He stood and found Minho coming back into the room. “Was there anyone there?”
“No but there were signs of forced entry at the front of the house. I scented humans, not vampires.”
“We’ve had a few break-ins around here. I’ll need to update my security system.”
“I’ll have Key and Gray look into it for you. They can get their hands on security that isn’t exactly official.” Minho came over and ran his hands up and down Peter’s arms. Peter moved closer, wrapping his arms around Minho.
“Did you think it was those vampires you protect us from?”
“I did. They’ve taken mates before.”
Peter nuzzled Minho’s neck. “Go. You can tell me about them when you’ve finished.”
Minho lifted Peter’s head and kissed him softly on the lips. “Be careful. I can’t lose you now that I have you.”
“You’re the one who is in more danger. Your job has you out on the streets, keeping us safe. You are at more risk than I am.”
“Please Peter. I waited years for you. I can’t lose you now.”
Peter cuddled close and kissed Minho’s neck. How can being with this man, a man he just met, feel like he was home? He’d had this feeling with Diane, had never expected to experience it again, but here with Minho not only did he feel it, but it seemed to have more depth to it. Could it be because they were mates? Was that why he’d done things with Minho he’d never done before, and so quickly, too?
Within ten minutes of meeting Minho, he’d been laid out on a table and having sex. Thinking about him made his body heat, and Minho growled softly. Peter had no idea how Minho knew, but then he remembered how he could feel Minho’s emotions when they’d first mated.
“Come home safe, Minho. We have things to do.”
“I will, and keep that feeling. I want you hot and ready when I come back.”
Peter moaned when Minho’s lips touched his, licking and sucking them until he sucked Peter’s tongue into his mouth. Peter shuddered and let Minho plunder his mouth, his tongue fucking it, reminding Peter of how Minho had dominated him when they’d had sex the first time. His dick hardened, and he grabbed Minho’s hips, rubbing against him. Minho moaned and kissed him harder until he moved back, muttering harshly under his breath.
“I’ll be ready and waiting for you. Don’t let anyone keep you late.”
Minho’s eyes glowed, his fangs dropping, and he pulled Peter close, running them up his neck. “Need to bite.”
Peter turned his head, silently letting Minho know he could, and Minho groaned then bit. Peter’s body arched up, his body firing up, the pain and pleasure combining in sweet ecstasy. Shuddering, Peter gasped. Let go.
His body surrendered to the bliss building inside, his orgasm erupting, euphoria sweeping him under. He sagged against Minho, who held him, moaning as he licked Peter’s neck. Minho. Peter opening his eyes and looked up into Minho’s glowing hazel ones. “What about you?”
“I want to wait. I want to keep this feeling with me until I see you later. Expect it to be fast and hard because I’ll be tearing our clothes off as soon as I get here.”
“I’ll be naked, waiting in bed for you.”
“Good, because I’ll need you when I get here.” Minho let Peter go and tugged at his jeans, showing the outline of his dick. “Soon.” Minho kissed him quick then let Peter go and disappeared.
“I would love to be able to do that.” Peter moved then grimaced when he felt the drying cooling come in his underwear. A shower and a quick bite to eat and he would be ready for Minho. Just the thought of being with him again had his breathing speeding up. How could one man affect him like this? Their mating. He needed to learn more about it and what it entailed. Should have done that before he’d said yes to mating Minho. Too late now, but he still had to know what being Minho’s mate involved and how that could potentially affect his boys.
“Damn.”
Minho had said his life would be extended. Did that mean as a father he would outlive his sons? That didn’t bear thinking about. A father died before his children, not the other way around, and now he couldn’t undo what he’d done.
Minho. My boys. What will happen to them?
I was wondering when you’d ask me this. Louis’ mate is human and it turns out his sister is mated to Hugo, another vampire. I have a feeling the same thing may happen to you. We can talk more when I finish.
Good. I can’t live without them.
I’d never ask you to. This will all work out. I love you.
Peter closed his eyes and smiled, feeling the love through their connection. Minho’s love.
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Standing naked, Peter lit the two candles and placed them next to the bed. He took a step back, looked at them, then shook his head. Moving them, he contemplated if he should blow them out and put them away or leave them where they are. Putting them back on the small bedside table, he checked the room, then shook his head. This was a bad idea.
“Candles. I’ve never come home to candles before. I think I like it.” The husky voice behind him caused Peter to jump in surprise. “I should have let you know I was coming.”
Peter tapped the side of his head, then stepped into Minho’s arms. “A little heads up would help.”
“I’ll remember for next time.” Minho kissed him, sighing when their lips touched. “Missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Peter kissed Minho back, his hands skimming over his skin as Minho removed his clothing. “Do you work out?”
“Yes. I need to be in shape for my job, and I wanted to look good for you.” Minho ducked his head and Peter chuckled, raising it so he could look into Minho’s hazel eyes.
“You don’t have to look good for me. Look at me. My better days are behind me.”
“You have always looked amazing to me and I like how you look now. I love the lines around your eyes. They tell me you smile and laugh a lot. Your body is fit and strong and more than enough for me.”
“No muscles like you.”
“Hmm. You can hit the gym with me if you want, but you don’t need to. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Stop comparing yourself to teenage gym goers. You have the body of a man and you arouse me like no other person ever has.” Minho took Peter’s hand and wrapped it around his dick. Peter let his fingers slide over the firm, silky flesh, feeling Minho tremble from his touch. “Feel what you do to me. Only you can make me feel this way.”
“Minho, you look like you and I look like me.”
“And I’m far older than you. I also don’t care what people think. Vampires won’t care about your age. They’ll be happy I found my mate.” Minho kissed Peter again, and he sank into it, letting their tongues touch and slide together. When Minho moved them over to the bed, Peter went willingly, still a little surprised at how much he wanted him. Having never been interested in a man before, his strong attraction to Minho startled him, but he accepted it.
“Peter,” Minho whispered as his lips slid over Peter’s jawline. “I’m going to touch every inch of you.”
Peter shivered, the deep husky words caressing his skin. He slid his hands over Minho’s shoulders, feeling them bunch and relax as Minho kissed his way down Peter’s body. He nipped at Peter’s nipples, licking and sucking them before licking his way to Peter’s erect dick.
His tongue swirled around the head, causing Peter to thrust up. Minho moaned and flicked his tongue over the head, then licked it before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Peter groaned, hands fisting the sheet as Minho sucked and licked his dick.
Moving away, he pushed Peter’s legs up and mouthed his balls, then dipped lower. Tensing, Peter waited and when Minho sucked his ass, he cried out, his body bowing. Minho’s tongue circled and flicked before the tip dipped inside. Peter trembled and gasped, his body thrusting, trying to get more of Minho’s tongue. When Minho slid in deep, Peter groaned, riding Minho’s tongue as he fucked him with it.
Peter had no idea how long Minho rimmed him, but at some point Peter realized two fingers were inside his ass, sliding in and out, stretching him wide. The pain was there, but it disappeared quickly when Minho rubbed his gland, making Peter see stars.
Three fingers had Peter gasping, then moaning when Minho rubbed and tapped his gland. When Minho pulled free, Peter watched him cover his dick in lube, then move back between his legs. “Peter.” His name a soft breath of air as Minho pushed inside. Peter tensed, gasped and tried to relax, the pain radiating through his ass. Minho held still, his soft pants brushing over Peter’s neck.
“I’m good.”
Minho pushed all the way in then pulled out, then back in again. Peter pulled Minho’s face toward him, kissing and licking his lips. Sucking on his tongue, then biting it. He felt Minho’s body shudder, heard the gasp, then growl as Minho took Peter’s lips in a savage, dominating kiss.
Peter let Minho take control, his fingers sliding into Minho’s hair, tugging him closer than they already were. Minho moved over him and in him, and Peter’s body was alive with pleasure. He arched up with every thrust, tongue tangling with Minho’s, hands tugging on his hair. Minho pushed a hand between them and stroked his dick, and Peter moaned long and loud. His balls were full, tight, and he wanted to come.
Minho’s body moved faster, his thrusts deeper, harder, and Peter let him have complete control. Minho’s fangs grazed his skin, and he turned his head, crying out when those fangs pierced his skin. His body exploded, ripples of pleasure radiating through him, the world disappearing, leaving him floating in a sea of ecstasy.
When he opened his eyes, he ran his hands over the damp skin covering Minho’s back, felt his tongue licking his neck, and sighed at the soft kisses Minho gave him. Minho lifted up and pulled out, then walked naked to the bathroom. Peter heard him move around, then he reappeared with a washcloth and cleaned Peter. When he came back to the bed, he pulled the covers over them and lay his head on Peter’s chest, his fingers tunneling through Peter’s chest hair.
“Have I told you how much I like these?” Minho gently tugged the hair.
“Not today.” Peter chuckled softly, his hand sliding over Minho’s head and curling around his shoulder, holding him close.
“I really do like them.”
“That’s good to know, because I have no intention of waxing them.”
“I wouldn’t be happy if you did.” Minho kissed Peter’s chest then sighed softly. “Love you.”
Peter squeezed Minho’s shoulder but didn’t return the words. His emotions weren’t as easy to define as Minho’s probably were. He’d loved one person for most of his life and he’d only just met Minho. He cared about him and wanted him in his life and he knew those feelings would develop in time. He hoped it didn’t hurt Minho that he didn’t say them back.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve loved you for years. You’ve only just met me. It’ll come in time. Having you in my life is enough.”
“I do care about you.”
“I know. I can feel it.” Minho yawned and snuggled closer. Peter held him, hearing the change in his breathing as Minho slept. He might not share the depth of Minho’s emotions yet, but he knew he would.