Chapter Thirteen
M inho watched Peter lock up, laughing at something Sammy said. Sammy had come home for the weekend and Minho wanted to go and join them, but he had to be honest and admit Peter’s words had hurt. He knew they’d been unintentional but the sting was still there.
Sighing softly as he watched the man he loved walking along the sidewalk with his son, Minho ignored Kelvin for a minute. He concentrated on his mate, ready to step in if anything were to happen. When Peter walked out of sight, Minho turned to Kelvin, nodding once when their eyes met. “Kelvin.”
“Why are you up here and not down there with your mate?” Kelvin spoke softly, his hands in his pockets. “Humans can be unintentionally cruel sometimes. Speak without thinking and not mean what they’re saying. Key and I had a few issues at first. It’s more cultural between us but we’ve learned to talk things through and not react.”
“You think that’s what I should do? Speak to him?”
“It depends on what he said that has you looking like someone kicked your dog.”
“We’ll be fine. I needed some time to think our conversation through and you’re right. It was unintentional but it… hurt nonetheless.”
“Does he know that?”
“He does and when I asked for time apart he gave it to me.”
Nodding, Kelvin watched the clouds move across the almost dark sky. Dark enough that they could be out but not dark enough that they could linger. “We should move.”
“Yes, we should. I need to make sure he arrives home.”
“So you can go inside and talk. Like adults do.”
Minho smiled and nodded. “Point taken. I’ll leave now. Good hunting.” Minho appeared outside Peter’s home and waited for him to arrive. When he walked up the path with Sammy a few minutes later, both of them paused, then Peter smiled. Nodding to Peter, Minho said, “Hello Sammy.”
“Minho. Dad said you’re moving in.”
You told him?
I never gave a date when. I told him it would be happening. That’s all.
“I am. If you have an issue, please tell me so we can talk.”
Sammy shrugged, glancing away. “I want Dad to be happy.”
“So do I. It’s not my intention to hurt him, but we argue, so occasionally I’m sure I’ll annoy him.”
“Please. You’re like so placid and calm. Nothing would get you pissed.”
“Sammy,” Peter groaned. “Language.”
“Pissed is part of the English language, Dad. You know this.”
“Being smart will lead to you having your phone cut off.”
“Love you, Dad.” Sammy grinned, waggled his eyebrows, then opened the front door, going inside and leaving Minho alone with Peter.
“I’m sorry about what I said.”
“I know you are. We’re different species with different life experiences. We’re going to say the odd thing here or there that might upset the other person without meaning to. I should have talked with you instead of leaving.”
“Agreed, but I need to be more careful with what I say. I do want you to move in with us. That’s if you want to.”
He would never refuse Peter anything, and living with him was all Minho had ever wanted since the moment he’d known Peter was his mate. “You’re my mate, Peter. My home is with you.”
“I’ve told both boys, just so you know. Sammy is okay but Rex wasn’t happy. He mentioned Diane.”
“Understandable. She’s his mother and all he’s ever known. My moving in will bring up those painful emotions of her loss. He may feel I’m trying to replace her, or you are.”
“I told him that wasn’t the case but he wouldn’t listen. He left to stay at a friend’s house and I thought he should have some space to get used to the idea.” Peter shrugged then exhaled heavily. “He’ll come around.”
“I should tell him some myths about vampires.”
Peter snorted then walked inside. “He’ll love that. The stupider the better.”
“He asked questions about teleportation like he knew all about it.”
Peter placed his bag on the kitchen table and tilted his head. “Like he knew?”
Shrugging, Minho shook his head. “Maybe one of us has spoken about it and he wanted to know more.”
“Could be. I’ve spoken about you to him and what I know about vampires.”
“I should tell you everything but we’ve been busy.”
Peter arched an eyebrow. “Busy. Is that what we’re going to call having copious amounts of sex?”
“I can’t help it if I can’t keep my hands to myself when I’m around my mate. Now that I finally have you, I want to be with you always. You’ve only improved with age.” Minho knew his eyes flashed and saw the response from Peter. “We should go to my place for an hour or so unless you want Sammy—”
“Sammy! Going out with Minho. Back soon.” Peter looped his arms over Minho’s shoulders. “Let’s go.”
Minho thought of his bedroom in his small apartment and then they were there. “It isn’t much.”
“It has a bed so that’s a plus. I want you naked, Minho. Now.”
Minho shivered at the commanding tone in Peter’s voice and stepped back, stripping quickly. He stood naked in front of his mate, watching Peter’s eyes travel over his body. “Peter,” he whispered as his body responded to the heated look on Peter’s face.
Peter stripped and Minho moaned. He loved Peter’s body even if Peter felt a little insecure about it. There was nothing better than his mate naked and aroused. Minho stepped into Peter’s space and kissed him softly. “Minho,” Peter murmured.
“On the bed. I want to taste you before I take you.” He felt Peter shiver and kissed him again. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
Peter trailed his fingers over Minho’s forehead. “All the ways you can.”
Kissing him again, Minho moved them to the bed and lay Peter on it. Pushing his knee between Peter’s legs, he kneeled down and ran his nose along Peter’s balls, inhaling his scent. He groaned and did it again then licked up Peter’s hard length. Reaching the tip, he licked across it then took it in his mouth, running his tongue around it. Peter groaned and arched up, his fingers tugging Minho’s hair.
“Don’t take too long. I want to feel you in me.”
Minho growled and took Peter down his throat, swallowing around his long, thick cock. Peter cried out, his fingers tightening in Minho’s hair. Minho did it again, pulling up slowly, keeping the seal tight before dropping down again.
Grabbing the lube from the side of the bed, he opened it and poured some on his fingers. Sucking Peter’s dick, Minho ran his wet fingers over his hole before pushing two inside. Peter whimpered and squeezed around his fingers. “More.”
Minho scissored his fingers, then searched for his prostate. He felt the bump and as he sucked Peter’s cock, he rubbed his gland. Peter cried out, the sound loud in the quietness of the bedroom. “Now, Minho.”
Minho sat up and grabbed the lube again, pouring some on his hand. He dropped it back on the floor and stroked his dick, gasping at how good it felt. Soon he would be buried deep inside his mate and nothing beat that feeling. He moved between Peter’s legs and slowly pushed inside. Peter pulled him down, taking his mouth in a savage kiss, their tongues clashing and dueling as Minho sank deeper inside his mate. Peter wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist, his fingers pulling Minho’s hair.
“Peter,” he whispered.
“Take me, Minho, then bite me.”
Minho growled. “I won’t be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle, Minho. Take me how we both want it.”
Minho grabbed Peter’s hair and pulled his head to one side, hissing before sinking his fangs into Peter’s neck. Peter jerked, cried out, his body arching up as Minho slammed into him repeatedly. He fucked Peter hard, making them both grunt as he took long pulls from Peter’s neck. Peter shivered, his hands gripping Minho, his body moving in time with Minho’s.
The emotions Minho felt from Peter let him know he was doing exactly what Peter wanted. Peter’s orgasm rushed closer and Minho could feel his own building. Their emotions mixed together through their connection, and when Minho felt Peter go over the edge, he quickly followed, his body trembling as he shot deep inside his mate. He felt Peter’s ass grip his dick as warmth flooded between their bodies.
Sagging on top of Peter, Minho licked the bite mark then kissed it before lifting his head and staring down into his mate’s beautiful blue eyes. Peter ran his fingers down the side of Minho’s face. Smiling softly, he murmured, “I think I like you.”
Minho chuckled then winced as he slipped free from Peter’s body. “I think I like you too.”
Peter opened his mouth to speak when his phone rang. Rolling his eyes, he whispered, “I bet you ten dollars it’s Rex calling to apologize.”
Minho moved to the side. “Go and answer him, then.” Peter sat up and reached for his jeans, pulling his phone free. As he spoke to Rex, Minho stood and stretched, then went into the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean them up. “Did he apologize?” he asked when he gave Peter the washcloth after Peter had ended the call.
“Yeah and he’s still at home so he wants to talk. We need to talk to both of them about what’s happening.” Peter blew out a breath. “Not looking forward to that conversation.”
“I’ll be right by your side. We’re in this together. Remember I’m the step-father now.”
Peter chuckled as he passed the washcloth back to Minho. “We need to get dressed and speak to them.”
Once they were both dressed, Minho ‘ported them back to Peter’s and sat next to him at the kitchen table. Sammy and Rex sat with them and both sat stunned after they’d explained everything that had happened. Rex glared at Minho. “This is great. Just great. Couldn’t you just fuck and not mate? You had to drop fang and now we have to deal with this?”
“Rex,” Peter snapped. “Watch your tongue.”
“Can’t, it’s in my mouth. Pretty hard to watch it but I need it to call you both stupid. Can’t have sex without biting?”
“It is hard for a vampire not to bite his or her mate when they’re intimate.”
“Really? You couldn’t control yourself? A vampire of your age struggling to keep control? I don’t believe you.” Rex stood and pointed at Minho. “Lack of self-control and now we’re stuck watching our backs.”
“You need to pack that up, Rex.” Peter stood and pointed at Rex. “Sit down. Now.”
Rex shook his head. “He should have greater control. He knew what would happen—”
“I wanted to mate as well so this isn’t all on him.”
“You couldn’t say no either?” Rex murmured. “You couldn’t think about what you two mating would do to us? The position it would put us in?” Shaking his head, Rex sat back down, placing his hands flat on the table. “I’m used to it.”
“What was that?” Minho asked, not sure he heard what Rex had said. The words were whispered so low he’d struggled to hear them.
“Nothing. I’ll be extra careful from now on. That good enough for you?”
“Thank you Rex. Sammy?” Peter asked, his voice weary.
“I’ll be back at college and I know everyone there. I’ll be careful. How long for?”
“We’re closing in on his location.”
“Are you?” Rex stared at Minho. “You know where he is?”
Minho watched Rex, noticing the way his breathing picked up, the way his eyes met his then danced away. “We’re closing in on him.”
“If you say so.” Rex stood and looked at Peter. “I have work to do.”
“Go. I’ll call you down when the food is ready.”
“I have work to do as well.” Sammy stood, paused and added, “You can’t help who you fall in love with.” He left the room and Minho watched Peter slowly close his eyes and breathe out.
“Want me to go?”
Peter opened his eyes as he shook his head. “Pack the essentials and move in. This is home now.”
Minho put his hand on top of Peter’s. “I love you.”
Peter smiled. “I can feel it. Go. Do what you have to do and come home.”