35. Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Four
Christopher
Benji had resigned his position as vampire hunter and it was as if the call with his former boss had been the final thing left before Benji truly let go and just…
was. He was currently humming happily as we looked over things for our home.
He didn’t want his old things brought here, opting on starting over completely.
He had a bike he adored and we would get that picked up and brought here soon.
I’d grabbed what I deemed important enough from my house before the meeting and those things were already in our wing, making it feel more like my home now.
“I like this one,” Benji said, pointing to the comfy looking blue velvet armchair on the tablet.
Sal had asked us to do this without his influence, mostly because we could see his style clearly already.
We didn’t want to change everything, just add to what was already an amazing home, making it completely ours.
Benji had been adamant that he needed a chair to read in at night.
Sal had a whole living room wall made of bookshelves, and Benji was determined to read his way through them, even if reading hadn’t been a thing he’d done a lot in his life.
“I like that,” I said, smiling when his eyes gleamed happily at that. “I think a soft carpet might be perfect underneath it, to warm your feet at night.”
“You’re right!” He then looked through their carpet selection, grinning when he’d found the perfect one.
It was late night now, and we waited for Sal to finish up with Altaur.
We all had a meeting with him tomorrow, but Sal had seemed unable to rest not knowing what Altaur wanted to discuss, so we’d not so subtly told him to go seek out our master to hopefully rest his mind a little. That had been over an hour ago.
“You think it’s bad news?” I asked, staring at the door that led to the hallway.
Benji stared in the same direction. “I don’t know.”
We’d told Benji everything that had happened after he’d spoken with Hazi, knowing he needed the details before our meeting tomorrow.
It had been a good thing we’d waited until we were somewhere safe for the conversation.
Benji had hated hearing it, mostly because he knew how hard it had been for us when he’d been taken.
Then we saw him at the brink of death, something I tried not to dwell on myself.
“How long has it been since he fed from us?” Benji asked, his concern only growing.
“I fed him last night after the healers left. He only took enough to not feel hungry, but he needs more to be fully satiated,” I said, thinking about pouncing on him as soon as he returned.
“Okay, here’s the plan,” Benji said, standing and discarding his shirt. “We’re going to fuck and then he’ll come in here and we’ll feed him.”
“Um,” I said like a dork.
He raised one questioning brow, both hands on his waistband. “You don’t want to fuck me?” The little minx fucking pouted as he asked that.
I stood, grabbing my mate by his hips, grinding my hardening cock against his groin. “Is this answer enough?” I whispered in his ear, then nibbled on it, making him moan.
Our clothes disappeared in a rush, hands touched and somehow my tongue ended up in his mouth, tangling with his, both of us desperate for the other, seeking the intimacy only mates shared.
The door opened and Sal strode in, freezing in place when he spotted us naked and groping each other in front of the couch. I swore he only blinked and then he was naked, growling as he approached us, his eyes glowing red.
“I think our vampire is hungry,” Benji grinned, holding out his hand for Sal.
“Starving,” Sal purred as he claimed our human’s lips, eliciting a delightful moan out of Benji.
I had no idea where Sal kept his lube stored, but I had brought my own—one of the things I’d thought of as important enough to pack—so I left my men to their kissing and groping and went to grab it from the master bedroom.
I’d put it in the right night stand, and as I grabbed it, I heard the wonderful moans getting louder from the living room.
When I returned, Benji was bent over the couch, Sal behind him, spreading his cheeks and feasting on his rim.
The moans Benji made were pure sin. “Fuck,” I groaned, leaning behind Sal to kiss his neck and just touch.
My hands wandered around his waist, stroking his abs and the light dusting of hair on his happy trail.
I let my fingers run over all the small divots and creases as I watched Sal’s tongue thrust in and out of Benji’s hole.
“Such an eager hole,” I rumbled. Benji whimpered in response and I grinned. “Maybe we need to test just how eager it is.”
Sal continued to bring Benji undone, but he eyed me with a questioning look. I smirked, then showed him two fingers with one hand as I stroked Sal’s cock with the other, giving him a look that was all wicked delight when he caught on.
I coated my fingers with lube and took over prepping Benji, starting with three fingers to test his limits.
“You were made for us,” I praised as Benji welcomed all three fingers like it was nothing.
He whined, pushing back to get more, likely thinking a cock was next.
He’d been right in assuming so, and Sal got into position, slamming into him.
“Oh! Yessss,” Benji moaned, holding onto the couch with all he had. I knew this had to be a quick fuck, Benji was already growing tired because of his injury, but I was determined to join Sal and stretch Benji as far as he could go.
“On the couch,” I ordered, slapping Sal’s ass to get him to move.
He turned and winked at me, then grabbed Benji to his chest and moved them around, him sitting with Benji on his lap.
I grabbed Sal’s legs, forcing him to a half sitting, half leaning position.
Benji was too into the pleasure to notice much, his eyes closed while he rode Sal’s cock eagerly.
I stroked my cock with lube, now standing between Sal’s spread thighs. I needed to kneel to get in there, so I grabbed a pillow to make me level with them, then lined my cock up against our vampire’s, teasing Benji’s rim while doing so.
Benji’s eyes shot open and he glanced back at me, then at my cock.
Realization dawned on him and he leaned further against Sal, making it easier for me to slip in.
Sal’s hands were tight on Benji’s hips, his eyes glued to where I was slowly making my way in.
This was already fucking hot and fucking pleasurable, my cock against Sal’s, my cockhead brushing Benji’s hole, but I needed in there.
I added a finger alongside Sal’s cock, then worked him open enough to push my dick inside.
In one push, I slid in. Pleasure unlike anything else rushed through me.
“Holy! —” Benji screamed, then he whimpered and moaned, sitting still as we all shook with the ecstasy of it.
“Please, can we move?” Sal begged, his eyes were glowing as he pleaded with our human.
“Yes, fuck! Move!” Benji demanded.
I fucked up into him, my length brushing against Sal’s while Benji’s hole squeezed us from all sides.
I never wanted this to end. This was the moment I’d felt closest to both of my men, feeling them both so intimately at once.
Sal fucked up into Benji while I stopped, then I slammed in deeper while Sal paused and together, we found a rhythm that worked perfectly for us, making all of us tremble and make different sounds of pleasure.
I was grunting and growling, Sal was snarling and panting, Benji was whimpering and moaning. It was the perfect symphony.
“Close,” our human warned with a pleading sound. “So, close. Don’t want it to end.” He was sobbing now, so high on the pleasure his entire body was shaking. He needed to come before we got him too worked up. I reached for his cock, stroking him fast and purposefully.
Our vampire reached forward, biting into Benji’s neck and that was all it took for our human to fall apart, screaming as he came on Sal’s chest and my fingers. Sal kept sucking, this time going for a full feeding.
“Please,” I rasped, needing him to feed from me too.
I held out from coming, just so I could climax with his fangs in me.
He licked the wound on Benji’s throat, closing it, then pulled Benji all the way down to rest on his chest. He tugged me down and sank his fangs into me next.
Sounds disappeared as my orgasm slammed into me.
I filled Benji’s hole with my cum, feeling Sal’s length pulse next to mine, then heard his stuttered groan as he swallowed my blood.
He’d come too. I felt his warm cum join mine.
“We’re so doing this again,” I slurred, feeling fatigue take over.
Sal chuckled as he licked my wound. “Oh, most definitely, my alpha.”
It felt amazing waking up in bed with both my men.
Sal hadn’t been in a chair, but sleeping next to us, all of us cuddling as we slept.
I knew Sal didn’t need the sleep, but maybe he could stay in bed with us while reading or something.
I hoped this would happen every night, I loved having both of them close. My pack.
“When is the meeting?” I asked, yawning.
Sal looked at his phone, then groaned. “He moved it, so in like ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes!” Benji exclaimed. He sat up straight, looking horrified. His hair was standing out in all directions–Sal and I’s doing from yesterday–and he still looked well fucked. “I can’t meet our master smelling like sex!” Then he scrambled out of bed, stumbling into the master bathroom.
“I’ll go shower, too,” I announced, following Benji and his tight little ass. Sal followed, like I knew he would.
We found that showering together was totally possible, and would definitely be explored further in the future.
For now we just hurried to get the scent of cum and sweat away, each of us focused entirely on that and not each other, even if a hand accidentally groped an ass cheek, or a little tug on a cock here and there. Totally innocent.
Sal had informed us to dress normally, so regular pants and shirts were fine.
Altaur truly didn’t care how we dressed, but for this first meeting sweats shouldn’t be worn.
So, we now stood outside Altaur’s office, a room just next to the start of his wing, a deliberate move because Yanus preferred their rooms to be for pleasure and not work.
“Enter!” Altaur called, somehow already knowing we were there.
Even though I’d already met Altaur—my new master—it was still unnerving facing him like this.
He’d already welcomed us in, but I kept thinking if it was because he loved Sal enough to want to “deal” with us and not because he actually wanted us here.
Sal opened the door and we followed silently behind him.
I closed the door, and then took in the room.
Forest green seemed to be Altaur’s color.
Every piece of furniture was made of dark wood and the walls were paneled, the lowest part wood and the top parts a green wallpaper with different leaf patterns.
It was dark in there, the only light being two standing lamps, one next to his desk and one in the left corner of the room.
“Benjamin and Christopher, I wish to properly welcome you to the Jevaline coven. We are most pleased to have you here with us as Salizar’s bonded,” Altaur said with a warm tone.
He smiled at us and gestured for us to sit in front of his desk.
Instead of two armchairs, like I’d expected to see, there was a couch made to fit four people.
Perhaps Altaur had meetings in here often enough that included more of his people, no matter the reason I was glad to be sitting next to Sal and holding his hand without any space between us.
Benji sat on his other side, also holding our vampire’s hand.
“Thank you for welcoming us into the coven,” I said, trying to appear confident but not cocky. It was truly a fine line to walk, but it seemed I’d managed it just fine.
“Of course!” Altaur beamed. “I’d waited for centuries for Salizar to pick his bonded. Him gaining two was a surprise for us all.”
“Us as well,” Sal grinned, a proud glint in his eyes as he took us both in.
“I fear what I have to discuss with you won’t be pleasant, but you need to know the details,” Altaur said, his expression now pained. “I’ve spoken with Isabelle Greenwren. She, um, she told me about the book, about what it holds.”
We held our breath, all of us leaning forward to hear the next part. “I already told Salizar this, simply because I needed his stance on it.” He sighed. “Isabelle and her four will be here tomorrow.”
“Why?” Benjamin blurted, his voice breaking as he asked. He would see the vampires who hurt him, and Sal had agreed to it?!
“Yes,” I drawled, glaring at my vampire. “Why indeed, would Benjamin’s attackers, the ones who’d almost killed him, come here where we were supposed to be safe?”
I hated not being able to touch Benji, so I stood and moved around, now sitting next to my human to offer him my support. If they came here, we would just leave, simple as that.
Sal sighed, but looked hurt as he took in our trembling human. “They can’t open the book.”
“And why the fuck is that our problem?” I snapped.
“Because they need your blood to open it,” Sal replied, his tone lacking any emotion.
“And you agreed to it?!” I asked, eyes wide with hurt and betrayal.
“No!” Sal snapped, also displaying emotions of hurt. “But if we don’t, we’ll again start a war with all the vampire covens, and we won’t survive that.”
Benji spoke up then, “But why do they need Chris’ blood?”
Altaur spoke next, his voice calm and collected, “Because Christopher’s father died stealing the book. His soul was the offering the book needed to open. Only a blood relative can open it, and you, Christopher, are the only one alive.”
“So,” I began, trying to understand how this had affected my father’s death. “They don’t need my actual blood, just for me to be the one opening it?”
Altaur shook his head. “You need to bleed onto the front, a sort of offering, and then it will open.”