Chapter Eleven
M inho appeared next to Key, who screamed, then punched his leg. “A bell or maybe a call to say ‘I’m coming now!’ I’m sick of having half my life scared off me by you guys!”
“Ring ding dong,” Minho murmured dryly.
“What the… What?”
Minho coughed. “Nothing. What did you want me for?”
“I’ve been tracking that kid you saw near your mate’s business.”
“He was there again, or I suspect he was. Peter saw someone watching him, but when he went to investigate where the person ran to, he wasn’t there and there was nowhere he could have gone to.”
“Unless he poofed his ass away.” Minho blinked at the word ‘poofed’ but remained silent as he watched Key’s fingers tap away. “When was this? Around the time I called?”
“Yes. Maybe five to ten minutes earlier just to make sure.”
“Hmm. Give me a sec.” Minho pulled a chair over, then nodded to Gray when he entered the room. Gray winced, then rubbed the back of his head. “You piss Henry off?” Key asked without looking at Gray.
“How do you know it was me?”
Key stopped typing and glanced at Gray, an eyebrow arched. Gray coughed and shrugged, then turned to his monitor. “Thought so.”
“I asked for a blowjob! I’m not going to see him for a couple of days.”
“Again? How did you ask, Gray? Was it all sweet, and you showed him some good loving, or did you drop your jeans and say, ‘suck it.’”
Gray opened his mouth then slowly closed it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Minho smiled as he focused on the monitor in front of Key. “There he is.”
Key paused the screen and leaned closer, eyes squinting as he focused on the image. “Hmm. Let me see what I can do to clean this up, but he’s good, which we already know. Face is covered and away from the camera. But… does he know about the new one we installed?”
“That’s in already?” Minho leaned closer, tilting his head. The image was too grainy, but as he watched, he could see it begin to come into better focus. “Yes, he keeps his head away from the CCTV he knows is there. What about the new one?”
Key grinned and tapped the keyboard. “There.” A new video appeared, and they sat watching the images flash by until— “Got him.” Key began to clean the image, then muttered, “Shit. Is that Maxim?”
Gray put his hand on Minho’s shoulder as all three of them stared at the image frozen on the screen. “No, but it could be the son.”
“They do look similar.” Key worked his magic and managed to clear the picture. “I’ll print it off now.” A few seconds later, Key passed a sheet of paper to Minho and Gray. “My guess is the son.”
“And around Peter’s business.” Minho stared at the image he held in his hand. The boy, no, young man, looked like his father and similar to the other photographs they had.
“I doubt he knows about your relationship with Peter, so there has to be another reason for him to be there.” Gray returned to his chair and asked, “Could he have gone to the café and met someone there? A customer, maybe? That would give him a reason to be there. You said you’d seen him before.”
Minho licked his lips, his eyes on Maxim’s son. “I can’t say they are the same person with full confidence, but there are similarities.”
“The kid knows someone in the area or there is another reason why he’s hanging around the place. There could be no connection to Peter at all.” Key tapped away then muttered, “No sign of him leaving, either, so he poofed away, which increases the likelihood he is who we think he is.”
“But we’re not one hundred percent certain.” Minho continued to stare at the picture. “He hasn’t done anything of concern, but I think I’d like to keep a closer eye on the area.”
“It’s yours, plus your mate works there.” Gray sat in front of his computer, tapping away. “I’ll make the changes now. Have you spoken to the council?”
“Alma has requested my presence.”
“When?” Gray glanced up at Minho. “Am I going to take you off rotation?”
“I wasn’t given the impression that would happen. Alma sounded more… I’d say resigned to the situation.”
“You are the fourth, no fifth, vampire to have a human mate.” Key tapped away, stopping when Gray spoke.
“Fifth? Who?”
Key sighed heavily. “Kelvin, you, Louis, Hugo and now mister tall, dark, and rarely talks, behind me.”
“I do talk. I don’t like to fill the air with nonsense. We have plenty who can do that.”
Key swung around and folded his arms across his chest. “Hmm. And tell me. Who would they be?”
“Peter is asking to see me. I’ll show him this picture and see if he recognizes him.”
“Scaredy cat!” Key shouted as Minho teleported away. He appeared outside the council chambers and stared at the closed double doors. He’d kept quiet about the meeting with the council because he didn’t want to worry Peter or Gray, who no doubt would be pissed if he had to move vampires around to cover holes left because the council had decided to move Minho somewhere else.
One of the doors opened in front of him and Minho nodded to the vampire as he stepped into the council chambers. “Minho.” Alma murmured his name as she shook his head.
“Council member Alma.” Minho bowed then stood waiting.
“You have mated a human without speaking to us first, which appears to be a recurring theme within our security department.”
“I didn’t mate him when I first saw him.”
“You waited like Louis did?”
“He had recently married when I first saw him and I didn’t want to interfere. I waited until his wife passed and I let him grieve, then approached him.”
“An honorable thing to do.”
“The right thing to do.” Minho held the sheet of paper he held up. “We may have a lead as well. Possible sighting of Maxim’s son near my mate’s place of business.”
“Ahh. You think by dangling that in front of us we’ll be lenient?” Alma smiled. “You’re right. Don’t mess up again. Tell us what you know and after that tell us about your mate. I believe he owns a café. Does he sell pastries, by any chance?”
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Minho appeared in Peter’s bedroom, watching his mate walk around naked, and enjoyed the view. He could see how their mating was changing his mate. Not a great deal but small slight changes. The gray in his hair had lessened, his body tighter, muscles more developed. In a way, Minho wished those changes hadn’t occurred. He loved his mate just the way he was, but he knew if they were to live a long life together, then Peter’s body would become the best version of itself to enable that to happen.
“I know you’re there.”
“You can sense me.” Minho walked over and ran his hand over Peter’s shoulder. “Your hearing has improved.”
“I could hear you breathing.” Shaking his head, Peter turned and looped his arms over Minho’s shoulders. “Any luck finding that kid?”
It had been over a week since Minho had spoken to Key and Gray, and they hadn’t managed to locate him. “Not yet. He’s good. He doesn’t want to be seen or found.”
“If this boy is Maxim’s son, and he’s doing something he shouldn’t be…”
“Then he would avoid being seen.” Minho sighed softly as his lips touched Peter’s. “Have we talked enough?”
“For now. Get naked, Minho. We have an hour before Rex comes home.” Minho stripped as they kissed, their tongues dancing together. Peter’s hands moved over Minho’s skin and Minho went willingly when Peter moved them to the bed. Laying back on the bed, Minho pulled Peter down with him, his arms wrapping around his mate as their kiss deepened. He couldn’t get enough. He would never get enough, but now Minho knew they had a lifetime and longer to explore the connection between them.
Peter kissed along Minho’s jaw, murmuring, “I want to be in charge.”
“You want to be on top?”
“Yes I do.”
“Then I’m yours, as always.”
Peter smiled, then kissed Minho, and Minho gasped. The kiss was powerful, dominating, and Minho let Peter have complete control over him. They kissed for several minutes before Peter moved down Minho’s body and took his hard, leaking cock in his hand. Minho closed his eyes at the first touch of Peter’s warm, wet tongue. Peter was still getting used to touching Minho this way, but with the number of times they’d had sex, his hesitancy had begun to vanish.
Sucking the head, Peter stroked Minho’s dick, causing Minho to gasp and groan. “So good. Don’t stop.”
Peter licked and sucked the head, then kissed his way down the length to suckle Minho’s balls. Minho patted around the bed until he found the lube and threw it down onto the bed to Peter. Peter picked it up and poured some on his fingers, then ran them over Minho’s asshole.
Minho arched under Peter’s touch, then trembled when one of Peter’s fingers slid inside his asshole. He squeezed it, then relaxed when Peter pulled out. “Two fingers, Peter. I don’t want to wait.”
Minho shuddered when two fingers pushed inside, whimpering when Peter moved them in and out. When they found his prostate, Minho gasped, then groaned. Peter played with that spot, causing Minho to jerk and cry out.
When Peter pulled his fingers out, Minho pulled his legs up, spreading them wide. Watching Peter lube up his dick had Minho panting. And when Peter lined up and pushed inside, he whined and arched up, trying to relax. “Peter…”
“You’re so tight, Minho. You’re squeezing me so hard.”
“Don’t stop until you’re fully inside.” Minho closed his eyes, feeling his mate all around him, and when their lips met, he slipped his tongue into Peter’s mouth, their tongues dancing together erotically. Peter lay over him and Minho released his legs, wrapping them and his arms around Peter’s body.
Peter pulled out, then pushed back inside, and Minho moved with him, their bodies in sync. Minho surrendered to the emotions he felt, letting them flow between their bond. He heard Peter’s deep groan, felt Peter’s own arousal. The way they fed each other, their emotions amplified them, causing their arousal to build. Peter moved faster, his body damp with sweat, Minho’s hand sliding over his warm skin, pulling and tugging as they moved in perfect unison.
“I’m close.”
Minho shuddered when Peter hit his prostate. “Me too. I want us to come together.”
Peter trembled in Minho’s arms, and he tightened them around him, moving with him, kissing him. Minho knew when Peter was about to come, felt him approach the edge and he fell over the edge with him, both coming at the same time. Losing track of time and space, Minho let his orgasm wash over, feeling Peter’s too, which caused his to go on for longer.
When he finally blinked open his eyes, he lay staring at the ceiling, his heart rate slowing, his body beginning to cool. Peter carefully eased free from Minho’s body and slid to the side, pulling Minho into his arms and snuggling close. “Wow.”
“It will only get better.”
“It’s pretty good now. Being able to feel you through our connection… just wow.”
Minho rolled his head to the side and kissed Peter’s forehead. “Only with you.”
“Good because I kinda don’t want to think about you sharing what we just did with someone else, which makes no sense as I was married.”
“We can’t always control how we’ll react to a situation and you were happily married and in love. Diane was an amazing woman. You were lucky to have her.” Minho grinned when Peter lifted his head and gave him a mock glare. “Did I say something wrong?”
Peter chuckled softly. “No you didn’t and yes she was an amazing woman. I was lucky to have her.”
“How long before Rex comes home?” Minho asked as he stretched, feeling his muscles twinge a little.
The door slammed downstairs and Peter exhaled. “I think that is the answer to your question.”
“Dad! Where are you?”
“In my bedroom with Minho. Don’t come in.”
“Are you having sex again? Jeez Dad. I need to bleach my eyes and pop my eardrums. I can’t even tell anyone at school because they’d all laugh at me. My old man having more sex than me. So unfair.”
Rex’s voice trailed away and Minho grinned at Peter. “Did I tell you I like him?”
“You won’t be saying that when he pisses you off.”
“Dad! Stop doing whatever you’re doing! I need help with math! I can’t believe I have to tell you not to have sex. What has my life become?”
Minho looked at Peter, who’d sucked his lips in. “Yeah. I like him.”