“No,” he said, his mouth trailing over my body. “Your sad gray eyes and soft golden hair. I thought you looked like an angel when you came to the Brotherhood. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” I heard his belt buckle open and the zipper being pulled down. “So beautiful,” he murmured reverently as he slicked up his fingers and shoved them inside me. His mouth latched to my chest, teasing my nipples as he dug another finger in.
“I’m tired, Tate,” I said, feeling the press of morning coming. He twisted his fingers and brushed my prostate. My back bowed as I moaned.
“I know,” he whispered, his mouth finding mine again. “Stay awake a little longer.” I felt the press of his cock against my hole before he sank into me with a long groan. I stretched around him, my hands gripping his thick biceps as my cock rubbed against his black shirt. I tugged on it and he pulled it off, letting my cock rub against his abs as he stayed seated inside me, not moving. I shifted, trying to move my hips.
“Please,” I said and he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to my ear.
“What I feel for you isn’t normal, Sebastian. If you ever leave me again, I’ll hunt you down to the ends of this earth and chain you up so you can never leave again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck. I took immense comfort in the fact that this man was never leaving me. Not only that but he made me feel like being a vampire deepened what we had instead of pulling us apart.
“Good,” he said. Suddenly he pulled out and rolled me over. He pushed my face into the pillows as he grabbed my hips, roughly lifting them off the bed before he slid back inside me. He fucked me hard enough the bed banged against the wall. I groaned, grabbing handfuls of the bedding as he grunted and panted, barrelling into me.
His thick cock was rubbing everywhere inside me. He flipped me back around and fell on top of me. My erection slid across his hard stomach as he ground inside me. When I reached for my cock he snatched my arms and held them above my head.
He grunted, fucking into me so hard I gasped. Over and over again he hit deep inside me until in disbelief I cried out, shots of cum painting my belly and chest.
“Fuck,” Tate sighed, fucking me through my orgasm in slow strokes until I was spent. Then he buried himself inside me deeply and came. Tiredness washed over me, too strong to fight.
“The day,” I murmured, my relaxed, pleased body feeling heavier.
“Shh,” Tate said. My eyes closed but I felt his hand cradling my face gently. “I’ll take care of you,” I heard him whisper in my ear. This was as vulnerable as a vampire could get. If he left me here a stray sunbeam could reach me. I’d be completely defenseless.
I fully trusted him though. I always had.
“Okay,” I responded, drifting off. I felt the press of his lips against mine as I died for the day. I realized I wanted that every day, his kiss the last thing before the sun made me rest. Just like that first time, when I was turned into a vampire. As I bled out and died he’d pushed his lips against mine, whispering with pure conviction that he could never kill me.
EPILOGUE
We watched the flames consume the building.
“The very last Sanguine Society sect,” Tate said, looking over to me with a sly smile. I eyed his thin beard—speckled with gray.
“Good thing too. You’re almost too old to keep doing this,” I replied. Tate scoffed, rolling his eyes. Twenty years it had taken us to kill every last sect of the Sanguine Society. Tate was in his forties now, looking more rugged and masculine than ever. Whereas I hadn’t changed at all.
Every new mission we came to for the last fifteen or more years, I asked Tate to let me turn him into a vampire. The first time I asked, I was so flustered and ashamed that I murmured quietly, asking him if he’d let me.
He’d said no. I grew bolder each time. I’d started to beg, demand even. Every time he smiled like he found it cute.
I liked the way he aged. He looked better now than I’d ever seen him. His dark hair now had silver stripes near his temple. His muscles had hardened and his face looked wiser but also more playful at the same time. He’d never been more attractive. For that, I was almost pleased he denied my desire to change him.
I was worried though. Each year was another risk of his death.
“What’s next?” Tate asked.
“Retirement?” I suggested.
“Whatever you want.” He looked over at me and smiled. Sometimes he gave me looks that made me breathless. There was so much love inside him. I turned around, putting my back to the fire and the end of Sanguine Society. Nothing would bring my family back but I felt at peace right now, glad this powerful group’s reign was over.
We stayed at the fire until we heard fire trucks and then we slunk back to the house we were renting nearby. Tonight we could relax but soon we needed to leave. The issue was, where did we go now?
We got back to the house and Tate sunk into the couch. I crawled on top of him, laying my head on his chest. We rested lazily against each other. I asked again, my ritual before and after every mission. If this was our last mission, would it be the last opportunity to ask?
“Let me turn you, Tate.” He wrapped his arms around me tightly and then dragged his hand down my back.
“Okay,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. I stilled.
“What?” I asked in shock. He gave a deep chuckle that rumbled against me. His calloused fingers gripped my jaw, turning me to look up at him.
