CHAPTER FOUR
Arman noticed Chris' phone going off and glanced over to where he'd set it on the side table.
It was Jason . . . again. He dismissed the call, and then suddenly there came a string of texts.
He then turned off the phone. His beloved was asleep and would not wake for a while.
The bond was strenuous, especially for a human; it was a process of enlightening and rewiring that cost the body stress and energy.
He would sleep, and when he woke, the world would not look as it had yesterday.
They hadn't had much time to talk, but the awakening would clear up most questions.
He hadn't intended to bond with him immediately, but once he saw that stunning body and Chris looked at him with those pleading, lustful eyes, there was no delaying the inevitable.
His mind and body answered every call Chris put out, and that young man was ready.
His uncertainty was there, but it did not hamper his desire for satisfaction.
Chris' head rested on Arman's chest, and he'd wrapped his arm around him, holding and running the palm of his hand over his warm, soft skin; it felt like silk beneath his touch.
He checked his phone and saw the report from the guard watching the vampires from Naperville.
It appeared he was simply observing nothing of interest to report apart from the man's companion making a play for several of the other attendees.
"How rude." He said under his breath, but with a chuckle.
“Who’s rude?” Chris' sweet voice danced in the air, and Arman never knew that he could love a voice as much as he loved hearing Chris speak, laugh, and especially moan. The erotic moans were Arman's favorite sound.
“I was reviewing a report sent to me by one of my men. It spoke of some undignified behavior, but it is nothing you need to concern yourself with. Our concerns are personal, and we have so much to discuss, my love." Arman moved the conversation to their future, and he felt Chris tense up.
He pulled them both up into a sitting position with their backs against the headboard, but he kept his arm around Chris.
Chris leaned into him, a sure sign that their bond was opening his mind and emotions.
It would sharpen his perception and open all the doors to this new world that he has always resided within but never seen until now.
“What time is it?” Chris asked, and it was not the question Arman had expected.
“Seven forty, why? Do you have somewhere you need to be?”
"I didn't mean to stay the whole night. I'm sorry, you probably have business and things to do.
I'll get out of your hair." Chris started to pull away to get out of bed but was unable to move. Arman’s arm was a solid barrier to him leaving the bed. He was held firmly in place, flush against Arman’s side.
"You're not leaving, and you know why you're not leaving." He needed to get Chris to accept the things circling his consciousness and to let go of all apprehension.
“I’m not sure that I do know.” His voice was small and hesitant, but he was addressing the issue, so that was good.
"Look at me and tell me what you see?" Arman brought his vampire to the surface subtly, not full force; he didn't want to frighten him.
His eyes turned red, and his face hardened.
The look was obvious, but would he understand?
The bond was in place, but some people learned at a slower pace than others, so he would be patient.
The look in Chris' eyes was not panic or surprise; the look was wonder and excitement, two of the best expressions and just short of love. Arman was touched by the assessment and felt his heart tremble at the honesty he was witnessing.
"I saw you last night. You were magnificent, your eyes, the fierceness of your presence, it was the hottest thing I've seen." He continued to watch him and even reached up to cup Arman's cheek. He turned his head slightly and kissed Chris’ palm.
“You know what I am?” He asked, and Chris nodded.
“What am I, Chris, tell me?” He needed to say it to get the conversation going.
He paused and continued to stare silently with that same wonder, and then stated it very clearly. "You're a vampire, a commander in the Trento Coven, and you fed from me last night."
"I bonded with you last night." He expounded. "Sex and feeding are a bonding ritual that seals two souls together that are meant for one another. You are my beloved." He gave him an explanation of the beloved, but the awareness had taken care of most of what he needed to know.
"Yesterday I had no idea there was a supernatural subculture existing in the city, and today I accept it as the most natural thing in the world. Why am I not upset and terrified?” He asked while snuggling into Arman’s embrace.
"It's the awareness once you come in contact with your Fated beloved, the awareness begins, it shows you all that was hidden because you are now one with the supernatural.
" He seemed to roll with everything so far.
“The awareness takes the disbelief out of the equation, which saves a lot of time and heartache on both sides.”
“Wow, all I can say is wow.”
“It’s a great deal to take in and get comfortable with, but as time passes, the awareness will open your mind and give you everything you need in terms of understanding.
" Arman kissed the top of his head and leaned back against the headboard.
He wasn't ready to get up, yet he had his beloved in his arms and nothing scheduled until they headed back to Belleville in the morning.
Chris will like Belleville; the place is in need of a good event organizer.
He abruptly rolled Chris onto his back and began raining kisses over his face and then down his throat and across his shoulders. His flesh was so sweet and lovely to taste and caress.
They'd covered the basics, and the rest would come to him naturally. He had his beloved in his arms, and he couldn't wait a minute longer to feel his velvety embrace once again. Talk could wait; he could not.
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Chris marveled at the thoughts running through his head and at the drop-dead gorgeous man who was ravishing him once again. He wanted Chris; it was clear, and his heart was telling him that it was more, much more than just attraction. This was destiny, just as he'd described.
"Is this forever, Arman?" He asked as the thought struck him and felt like truth.
"This is forever, my love. Don't think too hard; it will soon make sense to you.
What you are feeling, I am feeling tenfold, so yes, Chris, this is forever.
" Chris could see the intensity on his face, and he'd also seen it last night.
At the Gala, he was his champion, and later he was the perfect lover.
Chris would be crazy to let such a prize slip through his fingers.
Arman turned him on his side, handling him with such ease that it made Chris feel like he weighed nothing.
Elliott had been a selfish and thoughtless lover, and he'd never allowed Chris to spend a night, no matter how late he had to get dressed and leave.
This was so nice, so loving, and it made him feel chosen and cherished.
“Thoughts of your ex do not belong in my bed.” The command was sharp and deliberate, and Chris glanced over his shoulder at Arman, who was trailing kisses down his back. "Only thoughts of me are allowed." He smiled and winked, and Chris laughed with a joy he hadn’t felt in quite some time.
"Only thoughts of you, Arman." Chris said, and that was followed by a sharp sensual moan as Arman plunged his fingers inside Chris' already stretched hole.
He loved playing with his lover, apparently, and Chris had no objections.
He grazed his gland over and over, shooting bolts of exquisite pleasure through him.
This was a lover who knew what he was doing.
Chris pushed back against Arman's fingers, driving them deeper, and then suddenly they were gone.
Arman pushed Chris’ right leg up to his chest and then drove his fat cock so deep that Chris cried out, but it wasn't pain, it was pure ecstasy, and Chris wanted more.
He was panting and begging and pleading with Arman to go harder and faster, and he just started softly chanting more, more, more.
He was probably embarrassing himself, but at this moment, he did not care.
He wanted what he wanted, and he wanted it harder.
Chris was stretched and held in place, and Arman was taking everything that he wanted. The thrusts were punishing and rapid fire; they sensitized his flesh and set him on fire. He could feel Arman's cock filling him, completing him, and tearing him apart.
He felt his own cock harden to a dull ache, and he desperately wanted relief but was not in a position to satiate his need.
Arman held him firmly, stretching him wide and filling him full.
He must have realized Chris' desire, and he released his leg and grabbed Chris’ cock in his large, muscled hand.
The touch alone nearly had Chris climaxing, but Arman delivered a tight squeeze that held it off. He then started stroking him in the same rhythm with his thrusts, and both were fierce and demanding and were sending Chris right off a cliff of pleasure and annihilation.
Arman continued to ride him, pounding him into the sheets and drawing out every ounce of pleasure. He came in a rush, filling Chris with heat and decadence. Then came the bite; the sensuality of the bite was mind-numbing, and Chris felt himself come, the sensations ripping through him.
He didn’t want anyone else to ever feel what he was feeling. He didn't want Arman to lie with anyone else or to feed from anyone else. The jealousy at the sheer thought of someone else in Arman’s arms surged through him.
Instantly, Arman's arms tightened around him, with his hand settling upon Chris’ heart. The touch was electric and calmed the jealousy that had begun to boil. He moved his lips to Chris’ ear and spoke very clearly in a deep and sober tone.
“It’s only you and me, no one else . . .
ever. Look in your heart and see my devotion; it is only for you, and it is very clear.
The bond affords no room for others. I am yours, and you are mine .
. . for eternity." The severity of his words should have been alarming, but instead they filled Chris with the assurance he craved.
Arman held him as he came down from the explicit bliss that only Arman could make happen.
His lovemaking was Chris’ new obsession.
The mixture of euphoria and fascination would keep him coming back for a lifetime.
The awakening had made plain a world that included the most fantastical creatures and communities, and the idea that they had always been there was incredible.
"I get it, I see it, I see it all." There was too much to verbalize, but he knew that Arman understood him. He held him, their naked bodies pressed together, becoming as one, just as their lives and souls joined together.