Chapter 29 #2
“Of course. But I want to be a part of your family.”
“You already are. Even if you stay human, you will always be a Varik.”
There was no denying the flare of joy and pride that bloomed in Ethan’s chest at Marcus’s words.
His lover would never understand how much that meant to him.
He treasured the Variks and he was honored to be counted among them.
But with that name came a responsibility he didn’t take lightly.
He needed to protect his lover and brothers, and Ethan was sure the only way he could hold up his end of the deal was to become a vampire as well.
To have all the same strengths and weaknesses. To celebrate and suffer with them.
“I want this, Marcus. If it means you worry just a tiny bit less about me. If it means I get to spend forever with you, then yes, I fucking want this.”
Marcus stared at him for a moment before a smile spread across his lips, lighting his eyes and chasing away the worry that had clouded his handsome face for so long. “Really?”
Ethan’s heart soared to hear the hope in that single word. “Yes, really. I want you forever. I want us forever.”
“W-when? When would you want…?”
“Tonight, if possible.” Ethan wrapped his arms around Marcus’s neck again and leaned forward. “But first…” He nipped at Marcus’s bottom lip. “I want to have sex one last time as a human. I’d like that to be one of my last memories as a human before moving on to the next big stage of my life.”
Marcus’s grin became a little wicked. “I think that is a brilliant idea. The other will take a little planning, but let’s definitely close out your human life like that.”
Instead of kissing him like Ethan expected, Marcus slammed the lid down on the piano, covering the keys, and stood.
Ethan stood as well, figuring they were moving to the bedroom, but Marcus grabbed him by the waist and lifted him until his butt landed on the smooth surface of the piano.
Marcus parted Ethan’s legs and stepped between them, his hands burning through the thin material of his sleep pants.
Those wonderful hands slid up the inside of his thighs, massaging muscles while drawing so close to his dick.
Marcus leaned down and licked slowly up his neck to his earlobe. Ethan could only moan, fighting the urge to come in his pants. This damn man got him so hot and bothered every time they touched.
“Will you bite me?” Ethan panted.
“Yes, but just a little nibble. We need you to be strong for later,” Marcus murmured against his neck. His hot breath danced across the damp skin, sending goose bumps down his arms.
“Will you still bite me after I’m a vampire?”
“If you wish.”
Ethan moaned again, losing himself to Marcus’s wandering touch. His hands were sliding up his stomach, pushing his T-shirt out of the way. “Yes, please,” he choked out. “Never want that to stop.”
“Anything you want, my heart.”
Ethan grabbed Marcus’s head and pulled him in for a rough kiss, his tongue plunging into his mouth.
He wanted to taste him. His strength and power were intoxicating.
Ethan remembered the way Marcus sucked all the light into him at the Black Wolf clan house and wiped out their attackers.
And now he held that powerful creature between his legs. Owned him.
Tightening his fists in Marcus’s thick black hair, he pulled back to look into his desire-glazed eyes. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me so hard I’m reborn a vampire still feeling you.”
Marcus’s voice was little more than a growl when he said, “Anything you want, my heart. Anything for you.” A hand closed around Ethan’s cock, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting upward into it. “Lie back.”
Ethan wanted to remind him that they didn’t have any lube in the music room.
They needed to move to the bedroom, but Marcus had shoved his fingers into the waistband of his pants and was pulling, teasing him with the tiniest of touches along his bare cock.
Fuck lube. He didn’t know what Marcus had in mind, but he didn’t want Marcus to stop touching him.
The piano was cool against his feverish skin, but he was only vaguely aware of it as Marcus finished removing his pants and tossed them aside.
Grabbing him behind his knees, Marcus pushed his legs against his chest while still spreading him wide.
He was completely on display before his lover and it felt fucking amazing.
“So sexy. And all mine,” Marcus said in a low voice.
“Just yours,” Ethan said. His voice sounded drunk, but he didn’t care.
Marcus leaned down and ran the flat of his tongue along Ethan’s cock.
Ethan slapped his hands down on the top of the piano, stretching to grab the edges while arching his back, thrusting his dick toward Marcus as best as he could.
Nerve endings sparked and sizzled with each touch of his tongue, licking and swirling around the head.
After what felt like an eternity, Marcus finally took him completely into his mouth, sucking him hard. Nonsense noises poured from Ethan. He wasn’t sure what he was saying, just knew that he was begging. Begging for more, harder, faster. It was paradise and he didn’t want it to ever end.
Marcus worked his cock, taking him straight to the edge and then backing off again. This happened again and again until Ethan could barely catch his breath. Marcus let his dick fall from his mouth to slap wetly against his stomach. “Grab your knees for me.”
Ethan slid his hands under his knees and held them to his chest. Anything if it meant Marcus would return to his dick. But Marcus dug his fingers into the cheeks of his ass, spreading them. Ethan’s breath caught in his throat for a second. Marcus wasn’t going to…
A long, wet tongue swiped slowly across his hole and Ethan howled.
No one had ever rimmed him. He’d heard how amazing it could be, watched it plenty of times on porn, but never dreamed he’d be lucky enough to find someone willing.
Oh, fuck. He was going to totally lose it before Marcus got inside of him.
Marcus slowly licked and sucked on his opening, loosening him until Marcus could poke his tongue inside.
Ethan tried to press against Marcus’s wonderful mouth, but he was afraid to move. Couldn’t move. He needed to grab his cock to keep from coming, but he couldn’t let go of his legs.
“Marcus!” Ethan cried out in frustration. “I’m gonna come. Need to come.” He wasn’t making sense.
“Yes, my heart.” Marcus surprised him by thrusting two fingers inside of him while wrapping his other hand around his dick.
He stroked him a couple of times before curling his fingers, expertly applying pressure to his prostate.
Ethan’s orgasm hit hard, and he shouted, spilling himself across his stomach, chest, and Marcus’s hand.
Ethan lay on the piano, trying to get his breathing back under control and his scattered thoughts pulled together.
Marcus had such skill at driving him to new heights, each orgasm feeling better than the last. But then, when he said that he belonged to Marcus, he meant it, body and soul. No one knew him better.
He was snapped from his errant thoughts when he felt Marcus’s tongue sweep across his too-sensitive dick.
He lurched into a partially upright position, cursing softly.
From there, he could see Marcus slowly lapping up the cum that streaked across his groin and stomach.
When Marcus lifted his eyes to him, there was that faint glow; Ethan could never quite determine if it was a trick of the light or a trait of being a vampire. Either way, it was sexy as hell.
“I wanted to do a taste comparison,” Marcus murmured. “I was wondering if you’d taste different when you’re reborn.”
Ethan gave a breathy chuckle as Marcus’s tongue slid along his flesh again. “Sounds like a very important experiment to me.”
Marcus continued until he was completely clean, and then he tossed Ethan over his shoulder. There wasn’t a huge height difference between them, but Marcus had a way of making him feel as light as a rag doll. Considering they were headed straight for the bedroom, Ethan didn’t mind.
The blankets and pillows on the bed softened his drop.
Ethan immediately positioned himself in the middle of the bed, watching as Marcus dug the bottle of lube from the nightstand before he tore off his own sleep pants and T-shirt.
Just the sight of Marcus’s beautiful muscles stretching and moving under all that wonderfully soft skin had his dick trying to spring to life again.
A new idea forming in his head, Ethan jumped up and moved from the center of the bed, directing Marcus to take his place.
“I don’t have much control left, Ethan,” Marcus warned. His voice was deliciously deep and gravelly, as if the fight for control was shredding his vocal cords. “No teasing.”
“No teasing,” Ethan agreed, as he grabbed the bottle of lube. “I want you to lie on your back and hold on to the headboard.”
Marcus narrowed his eyes on Ethan, but still reached over his head and clamped his hands down on the top of the headboard.
His cock was still hard and leaking, standing up as if demanding Ethan’s attention.
No worries. He wasn’t forgetting about that beautiful, thick monster.
Squirting lube on his palm, Ethan wrapped his hand around Marcus’s dick, coating it.
Marcus’s hips popped upward, thrusting into his hand as he hissed in what seemed like a mix of pleasure and pain.
Pouring more lube on his fingers, Ethan got to his knees and smiled at Marcus as he shoved the lube inside of himself.
“You can’t help yourself,” Marcus said in a low voice. “You’re always so damn sexy. Like a fucking siren luring me in. I never stood a chance.”
Ethan could barely speak. “You were always meant to be mine.”
No one had ever made him feel sexy. Not until Marcus. And then he embraced it. He wanted to drive Marcus wild, make him desperate and lose control.
Removing his fingers, he crawled on top of Marcus, straddling his hips.
With one hand braced on his chest, Ethan grabbed Marcus’s cock and guided it to his hole.
He slowly brushed it back and forth, teasing them both, earning a warning growl from Marcus.
His lover was about to give up on holding the headboard and take over if Ethan didn’t get to it.
With one last grin, Ethan pushed backward, forcing the slick head past tight muscles.
They both groaned, Ethan’s head falling to his shoulder.
Marcus lay perfectly still except for a small trembling Ethan could feel in his legs.
He wanted to thrust into Ethan, burying himself completely, but he was letting Ethan control it.
This was his gift to Ethan. One last fuck as a human and Ethan was in the driver’s seat.
Resting both of his hands on Marcus’s chest, Ethan started to rock on Marcus’s cock, taking it in a little bit deeper with each stroke.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” Ethan groaned. He looked down at Marcus to see that his eyes were glowing a little brighter now. Definitely not a trick of the light. Maybe an indication that he was so turned-on.
“Yeah?”
Ethan’s smile felt a little more wicked on his lips. So Marcus was aroused by a little dirty talk. Ethan could give him that. He didn’t mind being vocal.
Moaning loudly, he slid down Marcus’s cock, taking almost all of him this time. “So fucking big. My hole has never been so stretched. You own my ass.”
“Yesss,” Marcus hissed. He thrust his hips upward and Ethan cried out in pleasure, taking Marcus to the hilt. “Mine. No one but me will ever be inside of you again. No one!”
“No one,” Ethan repeated. “No one fucks me like you do.”
“Show me. Show me how much you love my cock.”
Ethan could only nod. He leaned back, placing both hands behind himself on the bed for balance as he started to ride Marcus’s cock. From that angle, Marcus would be able to see the slick slide in and out of his body. The way he stretched Ethan’s hole wide.
“Grab yourself. I want to watch you stroke your dick,” Marcus commanded.
Ethan wrapped his right hand around his hardening length and started jerking in time to his movement.
Marcus increased his thrusts. He wasn’t sure which of them had changed the angle, but Marcus was once against pressing against his prostate, sending stars shooting in front of Ethan’s eyes as his body tensed with the impending orgasm.
He hadn’t been sure he’d be able to come again, but now he was sure he wasn’t going to be able to stop it.
“Marcus! Marcus, please. Bite me. I’m gonna come. Need—”
Ethan didn’t finish the desperate plea. Marcus forced him onto his back, taking control.
His cock slammed hard into his ass, adding an edge of pain to the pleasure that sent Ethan careening over the edge.
As the first wave of bliss hammered his body, Marcus bit down on his neck.
Ethan screamed, his entire body jerking and tensing at the same time against Marcus’s.
He’d never felt an orgasm so intense, he couldn’t breathe.
As the orgasm finally started to fade, Marcus pulled away from his neck.
He smiled, Ethan’s blood coating his lips and fangs as he thrust hard into Ethan a couple of times more before shouting his own release.
Marcus’s cock swelled inside of Ethan, followed by an intense rush of heat.
Ethan whimpered; his body wanted to leap over the edge again with Marcus, but it just couldn’t.
Marcus collapsed on Ethan, arms wrapping tightly around him, their sweaty and cum-covered skin sliding against each other. Marcus licked at his neck, stopping the bleeding and healing the fresh wounds. He barely registered the sweet words Marcus whispered as he nuzzled him.
Ethan wanted to whisper tenderly to him as well, but he was so fucking drained.
He’d just close his eyes for a minute. They needed to shower and discuss this whole transformation process, but right now, the world could wait.
There was nothing more important than being wrapped in the warmth and strength of Marcus’s arms.