CHAPTER THREE
Arman saw the awakening taking shape in the expressions on his face, changing in rapid succession.
Confusion turned to understanding, turning to want, and that was where things turned physical.
He moved closer, and Chris reciprocated, and their lips came together gently at first, and then Arman took it deeper and harder, searching for that connection.
It was there in the taste and the tenderness of Chris' lips; the connection raged in Arman, and any thoughts of going slow or waiting for the full awakening disappeared in the wake of an unstoppable desire.
He threaded his fingers through Chris' hair, cradling his head in his hand as the kiss became forceful.
The flavor is so fine and so overwhelming, taking him to heights of emotions and depths of obsession.
Chris moved with him, clutching his arms and knotting his fingers in the fabric of Arman's jacket. He needed fewer clothes; they both needed fewer clothes. His vampire was on the verge of frenzy with the way Chris moved and fixated on capturing Arman’s tongue with his teeth.
The young man was playing with fire, and he didn’t seem to care. His need was on full display.
Arman trailed his lips across Chris’ jaw as the man leaned into him enthusiastically. “Come, sweetheart, let us get more comfortable.” Chris' pupils were blown wide, and his breath was labored. His craving for more was making Arman hard as a fucking rock.
The sooner he got inside this beautiful man, the better, because his body yearned for this man in a way that he’d never experienced. His vampire instincts were not going to wait, and Arman was in no mood to even try to resist his gorgeous lover.
He brought him to the main bedroom, the lavish, opulent bedroom with the luxurious bed covered in dark amber blankets and pillows. It was a lovely presentation, and he saw the delight and hunger in Chris' eyes. He wanted that comfort and decadence as much as Arman wanted him to have it.
Chris belonged in an atmosphere of beauty and abundance; his life deserved to see the best of things, and he deserved to live the best that life had to offer.
He had someone looking into the ex-boyfriend, and if he were a problem, he would disappear.
Chris would suffer humiliation at no one's hands, and Arman would make sure Elliott came to understand that fact clearly.
He took off his jacket and slung it around the back of a chair, then he loosened his tie and took it off, dropping it on top of his jacket.
Chris stood there silent and still for a few minutes, watching with baited interest. His eyes, so bright and attentive, took in every movement, and Arman made sure to put emphasis on every move.
After a few breathless moments of staring, Chris began to disrobe as well.
Arman finished kicking off his pants and briefs, tossing them aside, too anxious to go slow. He watched Chris expose a body that was sexy and alluring and calling out for attention, his special attention, which he was aching to provide. He was a vision, a beautiful young man.
Their eyes connected and held. Chris looked intense, struggling to hold himself back, not ready to take the initiative to reach out but desperately wanting to. Arman reached out, and Chris came at him all hands and mouth and a need that was setting him on fire. The awareness was in full force.
The action was fevered, and the desire was consuming them both.
Arman took him in hand, forcing him back onto the bed and pinning his hands above his head.
Chris wrapped his legs around Arman's waist and pressed their bodies together in an attempt at relief.
"You're mine, Chris, you belong to me. You always have and always will.
" Arman spoke softly, but his tone was rough and deep with pent-up emotion.
He kissed him with the fury that Chris demanded, diving in and exploring the reaches of that gorgeous mouth.
Chris ate away at him as Arman absolutely devoured him.
He hadn't planned to complete the bond so quickly, but the severe intensity with which they were consumed made slowing down impossible.
"I'm yours, Arman, every inch of me is yours." Arman wasn't sure if he understood what he was pledging, but he was stating the truth, and Arman intended to own every inch. He pressed down on Chris' hard cock, feeling the throb and the wetness. The need was overwhelming his young lover.
He continued to taste his heated flesh and used the lube before pressing his fingers into Chris' tight hole. The resistance was significant, but working that muscle brought moans and cries to his beloved, which were gratifying. Bringing him pleasure brought Arman pleasure.
He shifted them higher onto the bed, moving Chris with one arm while continuing to stretch him. He moved with Arman, thrusting, burying his fingers deeper and gyrating, forcing rough contact with his sensitive walls. Arman allowed him to seek his pleasure while he sought his own.
His beloved moved beneath him seductively, lustfully bringing Arman to new levels of arousal.
Chris’ body was made for him, hard and soft in all the right places, and fit against him like a dream.
His beloved was magnificent, and his own body was reacting faster and more intensely than he'd expected.
The vampire in him would not be dismissed or suppressed.
***
Chris was losing his mind; everything that he lived by and every boundary that he kept was being torn away in the most delicious of ways.
He could stop, he could refuse, and it would end.
He knows that to be true, but he can't stop, and he can't refuse.
Arman was a man like none other. It was a bold statement, but it was all true.
He was an enigma, a powerhouse of wealth, influence, darkness, and force, and he was gorgeous in a deadly capable way, and Chris wanted all of him. He had all of Chris' needs and wants exploding in his mind; nothing short of death was going to stop him from experiencing everything Arman was giving.
Arman’s talented fingers and warm, moist lips were turning him inside out, and his very flesh was trembling under his ministrations.
His body arched as he plunged his large fingers inside, filling him and stretching him.
The air was hot and thick, and he wanted Arman inside him.
His cock was a massive thing of beauty, and Chris was anxious to feel the stretch and burn as it tore him apart.
Arman kissed up the side of Chris’ throat and then took his lips in another bruising embrace before backing off to position himself forcefully between Chris’ thighs.
The move was both rough and erotic and sent a lovely chill down Chris’ spine that pooled in his heated groin.
Arman knew all the right moves. Chris looked up at Arman, and his breath caught in his throat.
Staring down at him was a face that was dark and fierce, cut in sharp angles, with eyes that bled to red with a light that entranced.
This was Arman, and yet it was a wild, feral version of the man.
He wasn't afraid; the image was intoxicating, and the wild factor set off all Chris' kinks. He loved the direction this was headed.
He was entered with a thrust that filled and satisfied and set off a chain of sensations that had him crying out and holding his breath.
The sensations were massive, exploding through him with each hard thrust. Arman held his arms to the bed on either side and had forced Chris' legs apart with his own, separating them as far as they would go, forcing his hole higher and increasing the stretch.
Chris was about to go out of his mind as thoughts, feelings, and sharp sensuous vibrations rocked through him.
Arman was slamming hard, tearing into him, bouncing him off the bed with each hard thrust. The scent, so masculine and heady, was filling his senses, and the need to come was becoming uncontrollable. His cock was leaking profusely, and it was so hard it was painful.
"You're a beautiful man, Chris, just simply beautiful.
" His words were hushed and direct. They were spoken in panted breaths that fanned the side of Chris' throat.
Arman stilled for just a second and then plunged inside and came on a roar that shocked both Chris and maybe the room.
He then latched onto Chris' throat, and he felt his teeth puncture the skin.
It was a flash of pain, then he was filled with an intense pleasure that swamped him head to toe, making every square inch of his body react.
The feeling persisted and built, and the intensity cut off his breath and his heartbeat.
He felt like he was flying and dying simultaneously, and then he slammed back to consciousness with a burst of awareness.
He came hard, spilling his seed, filling the space between them as Arman continued to feed, taking his fill and placing a seal upon Chris’ very soul.
He understood the seriousness and finality of what was taking place, and it did not scare him.
What was happening was destined; he could see that ever more clearly with each passing moment.
Arman licked the wound and placed another passionate kiss on his lips.
Arman remained inside of him, still covering his body with his own in an intimate and loving embrace.
He leaned in to kiss him sporadically as he continued to roll his hips, stirring the sensitivity and making Chris’ cock twitch.
“You taste like nothing I have ever experienced. You energize and invigorate and make every part of me vibrate with excited expectations.” The sound of his deep gravel tones played across Chris' flesh, and a shiver coursed through him.
"You recognize me, sweetheart. You know me, you've always known me." Chris listened, and the wild errant thoughts that were fighting in his head started to line up. Yes, this is destiny, some kind of Fate or design.
"We were supposed to meet." He whispered back, his tone faint and delicate. Confusion remained on the edges of Chris’ mind, which made things still a little indistinct.
"Yes." He said, and then there was a long pause as he studied Chris' face, settling on his eyes and holding them in a soft embrace.
He was showing him such gentleness and such sweet consideration, none of which Chris had expected from such a man as Arman Kane.
He was part of the Trento Coven; he was commander, and he led the soldiers, guards, and enforcers.
He was a warrior, a fierce and uncompromising opponent.
All these facts came to him as he stared into Arman's eyes and looked at his soul. It was all clear that his savior and lover was a beast and a vampire and had lived for centuries.
Arman was a powerful member of an influential coven who came to town to do business with Master Conall Rose of the Rose Coven.
Information rapidly flooded his thoughts, and he was on the verge of being overwhelmed.
Covens and shifter packs filled the city of Chicago, all working alongside humans who knew nothing of their existence.
***
Arman could see the comprehension expanding and Chris’ world growing larger by the second.
“We were meant to be, my love. Fate has deemed it so.
" He repeated, then bent and kissed him softly on the lips, just a touch, just a taste.
Over the course of the night, now that they were bonded, his understanding of the awareness would expand.
His knowledge of the supernatural and its presence in his world and in his personal life would also become clear.
“You’re so beautiful." He told Arman, who found the compliment endearing, although it was a descriptor that had never been used on him before.
Chris was sincere in his admiration; the truth was in his eyes.
The way he looked at him was more than just lust. His expression held reverence and appreciation, and it melted Arman's heart.
"You're the beautiful one, sweetheart," Arman responded and followed that with a kiss. Chris opened his mouth to speak, but nothing was said; he just marveled, and that was more wonderful than any words could have managed to convey. "Rest, Chris, you have a lot to learn. You’ve entered Pandora’s Box, but you have me by your side, and you will always have me.
" He kissed him again, and Chris closed his eyes.
Arman did a quick and cursory clean-up and then bundled him into his arms, tucking Chris’ lovey head under his chin.
He was a petite human barely five and a half feet tall to Arman’s six and a half feet, but they clung to each other in a way only those who were made for one another could manage.
His body was the balm to Arman’s needs and desires, and his beautiful eyes were the balm to his soul. "Sleep, baby, sleep well."
***
"Word is that Arman found his beloved at the Gala. Chris Trudeau, he’s a young human working for the event manager.” Drakon informed the Master. “He will probably be staying a few extra days.”
“I’m happy for him, nothing like an energetic young human to get the juices flowing." He smirked, and Drakon nodded in agreement. Both men were bonded to energetic young humans. "Let him know that he is free to remain in my territory as long as necessary and send our congratulations."
"He might need an assist with the event manager," Drakon added. "He was not pleased when his friend left with Arman, and he has been making calls."
"Keep an eye on the situation and do a mind sweep if he attempts to interfere.
We don't want Arman's bonding ritual to be disturbed; he doesn't strike me as someone who would react well to such inconveniences.
" The Master wanted the newly signed agreements to go off without a hitch, and disturbing the bonding ritual of an ancient like Arman could devastate the business agreement and their treaties.
“We’ll keep watch and make sure he and his new beloved are happy and content until they leave the city," Drakon stated and then pulled out his phone to set up further and more intense surveillance.
Arman was an old vampire originating from France and moving to the United States in the eighteen hundreds.
He would not abide anyone getting in the way of completing his bond with a beloved he has waited centuries to meet.
Conall was happy for Arman, but the discovery put new pressure on the Rose Coven.
If anything derailed the bond, Arman could go rogue, and that would be damn unpleasant.
The man had a reputation for being ruthless and brutal.
It was rumored he'd served under the Duke of Burgundy, one of the bloodiest of medieval knights, and he was said to be a master with the sword.
The sooner Arman secured his beloved and headed back to Belleville, the better.
Bondings and claimings could get messy, especially if there was a medieval knight involved.