CHAPTER SIX #3
Ismael passed the information to Louis, who was thankful to the Necromancer and relieved by the success. "Wyatt has already requested to leave with Atticus. He will remain a member of this coven; every vampire needs the stability of a coven, but he will forever reside with his beloved Necromancer."
"Understandable, of course, and even though they do not live at the Palace, the Necromancer will be a member in his own right. It is a very valuable connection." Ismael added, and Louis nodded.
"We will provide resources and assist in finding recruits for the Cultus Mortis. Atticus would be an excellent mentor and teacher, and I'm certain there are mages and sorcerers out there looking for a calling." Louis told him, confident that the order would become robust once again.
“Excellent.” Ismael agreed.
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It was morning before they finished, and Wyatt decided to rent a suite at the Riverside Hotel rather than return to the Palace.
The room was large and luxurious, just what they needed.
"You were fierce tonight, Atticus fierce and gorgeous.
" He said while stripping the clothes off Atticus first the robe and then the suit, one item at a time, taking his time and slowly worshiping every inch of naked flesh as it was presented.
"You make me tremble with the need to have you," Wyatt whispered against his nipple as he took it between his teeth and teased while pushing his pants down his hips.
"I need you so fucking badly right now."
"I need you too, Wyatt. We were a team tonight; we were a perfect team.
" He said and started pulling at Wyatt's clothes, desperate to get closer.
It wasn't long before they were both completely naked, and Wyatt was carrying him to the bed.
The kiss was hot and insatiable, both of them anxious and wanting.
He placed Atticus on the bed and quickly rolled him onto his stomach and crawled up behind him on the bed.
Atticus struck the pose of head down and ass up, and it was so openly needy and craving Wyatt's cock that he felt a tremble pass through him. Atticus ached and hungered just as Wyatt yearned for and begged for him.
He stretched and prepared Atticus even as his own cock swelled and throbbed and twitched at every touch.
Wyatt held his hips and once satisfied that Atticus was sufficiently ready, he began to press inside.
His vampire instincts were pressuring him to go fast and to take their beloved hard and to satisfy them both quickly.
He resisted and kept a steady rhythm, thrusting completely inside and pulling at his hips to force himself deeper.
Atticus’ beautiful hair lay around him on the pillow and fanned out on either side; it was an alluring sight and caused Wyatt to increase his speed, as he needed more friction, more pressure, and more heat.
His cock was throbbing with the need to come, and he lost all will or desire to go slow or resist his baser instincts.
"I have to have you." He groaned out the words in a guttural manner as he ground his teeth together. The sensations raging through him made him want every inch of this man immediately. He pounded at his red and swollen hole, stretching and marking him as his own.
Atticus gasped and moaned with every thrust and held himself rigid, taking the force and the exquisite sensations that came with the feeling of fulfillment and an intense satisfaction.
He shook his head from side to side and kept mumbling.
"Don't stop, don't stop. You make it so good, Wyatt, so good. "
It was music to his ears; the knowledge that he was so thoroughly satisfying his beloved filled him with a mixture of pride and pleasure.
He continued to slam inside the wet heat, satiating his needy cock.
The climax came on him in a rush, hitting him and exploding through his mind and body.
He dropped down and sank his teeth into the scar on Atticus' throat and drank deeply.
He felt Atticus lose it, and with a harsh shake, then a sudden stiffening, he came, spreading his seed beneath them.
Wyatt kept pumping inside, filling Atticus once again while quelling the thirst in his blood.
He licked the wound, healing it instantly, and then gradually moving very slowly pulled out.
He heard the sexy, salacious sounds Atticus made while Wyatt shifted him away from the wet spot and flipped him onto his back.
Wyatt looked down at him, his face a picture of complete bliss, and Wyatt smiled.
"I'm so glad I found you, Atticus. I will love you forever.
" He lay down beside him and pulled Atticus to his side, cradling his head on his shoulder.
Atticus closed his eyes and wrapped one arm and one leg around him in an obvious possessive manner, which Wyatt loved.
"You make me so happy, Wyatt. I will love you forever." He repeated Wyatt's declaration. "Together we will forge a new life and a new future; together we can do anything."
“Together we are unstoppable.” Wyatt kissed him passionately.