All other thoughts and considerations fled his mind with the presence of his soulmate, his Fated match, the gift that he so desperately did not deserve but would fight to the death to protect. Cal, the vampire guard, stirred his blood, spread light through his being, and made life exceptional here in his arms.
He stood abruptly and pulled Tarek up with him. The kiss continued throughout as his hands molded to Tarek's body, taking in the muscles and curves, stimulating everywhere he touched. Tarek thought he was about to lose his mind when he was swept up into Cal's arms and carried off. He acted as if he weighed nothing, handling him deftly with a balance and grace that were impressive.
Cal took the stairs two at a time, at the same speed and with the same grace. The bedroom came at them quickly, with Cal pushing the door open with his hip and rushing to the side of the bed. He stood there with Tarek in his arms, just staring down at him with a look that was hungry and appreciative. The expression brought so many things and thoughts to life within Tarek. He smiled because he couldn't hold it in.
After a few seconds of silence and wonder, Cal sat him on the bed but did not let him go. The need to have his hands on him seemed something Cal was not going to fight. Tarek reached out and ran his hands up and down Cal's sides and down his hips. The man had a body that was so right and everything Tarek needed.
His breathing became heavy as anticipation grew. They were fated, so Cal was feeling the pull even more forcefully than Tarek, since Tarek was human. He could see the desire flaming in his eyes, and he could see the vampire pushing forward, demanding to mark and to claim. He wondered if Cal would claim him this evening or if he would feel that he had to wait.
Tarek was ready and his mind was filled with salacious and lustful thoughts, but it was clear about Cal and what he wanted from Cal. Beloveds were forever, and Tarek understood the intensity and the sacred nature of the bond. He'd seen it in action many times, and it always left him with a sense of awe and wonder.
The bond meant so much; entering such a union was a life-altering decision, yet everyone seemed to do so willingly and eagerly, and now he was feeling the same. All insecurity fled when Cal made his intentions clear.
"I'm going to claim you, Tarek. If you don't want that, then you need to tell me now because I want you more than I want my next breath, and stopping will not be an option once we start." He couldn't be clearer than that, and Tarek marveled at the way his heart fluttered at the possessive approach. Being wanted so hard left him with a heady feeling in his heart and mind.
"I want you too, Cal. Please don't stop." That answer seemed to delight Cal, who instantly began removing Tarek's clothing. The jacket went first, followed by his knit pullover, and once he was naked to the waist, Cal paused briefly to place several open-mouth kisses to his shoulders and pecks. He wasn't muscular, but he was solid and well-proportioned. His body was perfect, and Tarek could not tear his eyes away.
Cal moved to unfasten Tarek's jeans, and Tarek reached out to pull on Cal's shirt. He'd already removed his suit jacket, but he still wore the crisp black tie and the pristine white shirt. DuCane's men were all superbly dressed, but Cal seemed to outshine them all.
He removed the tie and laid it aside, and then began unbuttoning the perfect white shirt. The fabric was exceptional.He wondered about the thread count; the smooth touch was a giveaway to the quality, but what did he expect? Coven DuCane was one of the most powerful Covens in the country; they wouldn't be playing around with cut-rate products.
The moment the shirt fell away, and Tarek touched warm, silky flesh, all thoughts of fabric and Covens disappeared. Nothing remained in his awareness apart from this heart-stopping, gorgeous man. "You're gorgeous, Cal." He had to tell him why to hide the appreciation that was obvious in his eyes and in his greedy touch. His hands molded to his body, the sensations surging through Tarek were hot and needy.
Cal gave a wicked smile, and his eyes turned to fire, the subtle red backlighting the darkness. It was the sexiest thing Tarek had ever laid eyes upon, and his heart was about to beat right out of his chest as his cock pressed painfully against the fabric of his jeans. "I need you, Cal."
“I am completely at your disposal, Tarek," Cal said with that same smile that teased and promised and ate away at any remaining reservations Tarek might have had. Tarek removed Cal's shirt, tossed it on top of the tie, then reached for his belt.
Tarek looked up into Cal’s eyes once again. “We’re doing this.” It was both a statement and a question. His heart was still pounding away in anticipation, and his breath was coming out in excited pants.
"We're doing this baby, you and me." There was no question and no hesitancy, and that was all Tarek needed. He had Cal's pants open in seconds and was taking his hard cock in hand. It was presumptuous but seemed appropriate.
Cal’s head dropped back on his shoulders as a deep sigh escaped his lips. Tarek slid further onto the edge of the bedand yanked Cal’s pants further down his thighs. The man had massive muscular legs, and the turn on was complete.
Tarek dropped his head and took that gorgeous cock into his mouth, sliding it down his throat and pulling it back to his lips. He closed his eyes and focused on giving this man all the pleasure and attention he deserved.
CHAPTER FOUR
He rolled his head back and enjoyed the ministrations of his amazing beloved. Tarek was not shy or afraid, and for that, Cal was pleased. They had a lot to deal with, but for now, it was just them and just this, and coming together as one, just as Fate had designed.
Tarek's mouth was doing things that made his skin prickle and his heart race. The sensations raced through his system, and he could feel the edge drawing near. He was not going to last long. He looked down and watched his hard length going in and out of that luscious mouth, and he began to tremble.
He tunneled his fingers through Tarek's dark, wavy hair and held him as he began shallow thrusts with his climax reaching its peak. The rolling sensations, sharp and fast, exploded, sending a euphoric bliss spreading through him. Stream after stream of hot seed filled Tarek's mouth, and he took every drop.
Tarek worked him hard until the sensitivity became too much, and Cal gradually stepped back. The look Tarek gave him was fierce and hungry, and Cal was ready to move this along. Theneed to be inside Tarek was burning him up, as was the need to claim.
His vampire was aching to put his mark on this beautiful flesh. Tarek was a damn handsome man. The way his hair curled around his face gave him an angelic air; it was false, but it was beautiful.
Tarek was far from angelic, but he was a decent man. Cal could sense his intentions. It would take time for others to accept him simply because of his occupation, but the closer they became, the clearer Tarek's character became for Cal.
The remaining clothing disappeared quickly, and Cal repositioned Tarek on the bed, moving him easily to a more central location and placing several pillows beneath him. He crawled over him and looked down into that handsome face. His beloved looked at him with longing and excitement, and Cal desperately wanted to satisfy both.
Tarek spread his legs and bent his knees, presenting himself to Cal, who immediately seated himself flush against Tarek's groin and began to grind. The pressure was soft at first, tentative and teasing, but Cal couldn't resist, and soon his thrusts were becoming hard and insistent. He needed to prepare his lover, so he gradually slowed his urgency and, after several calming breaths, reached the bedside table and opened the drawer.
Whoever had prepped the cottage had not let him down. He found a tube of lubricant and quickly covered his hand and Tarek’s tight pucker. His fingers circled, prodded, and pressed, teasing the muscle and sensitizing the area.
Tarek closed his eyes and held his knees, pulling his legs to his chest and baring himself to Cal's attention. His eagerness was a turn on and fueled Cal’s need to mark and claim.
He worked the tight muscle until it was stretched and ready, thrusting his finger deeply and watching his beloved react most tantalizingly. His tight moans and his sweet begging for more made Cal harder than he could ever remember. His cock vibrated with want. He needed to be inside his beloved now; he could not wait a moment longer.
