Page 12 of Only You, No One Else

Mark’s gasp rose above the sound of Vincent closing the door behind them.

Caster smiled as he led him to the table prepared for him. He gestured for him to sit. “I know you’re hungry.”

Thoughts of denial started to flow past a mind whose barrier was gone, and Caster shook his head, stopping them in their tracks. “Baby, I need you to keep your mind closed.”

Mark sat at the table, but that barrier went up again. “I don’t want to.”

Caster laughed when Mark filled his plate with every selection on the table. “Hungry?”

Mark looked up, the expression on his face a little bashful, though a smile did break through. “I may have forgotten to eat yesterday.”

Caster poured a cup of coffee, his plate a modest one compared to Mark’s. He’d also forgotten to feed the last few days, and his need for blood would soon demand his attention. “There are too many vampires here.” He took a sip, his mind wandering to more pleasurable pursuits as Mark moaned around the latest bite of the fluffy scrambled eggs. “I’d hoped we could be alone, but my mother wasn’t having it.”

Mark stared at him, and even with his mind closed, the questions slipped past his unguarded expression.

“My parents think the safest place for you is my father’s house. We were supposed to go there. But I need you to myself.”

Mark placed his fork on the plate, patting his lips dry with the napkin. “Your parents?”

He smiled, enjoying Mark’s discomfort. “My father was looking forward to meeting you today.”

Mark’s inhale was sharp. “Me?”

Caster nodded. “Yes, you. He all but ordered it.”

“Should we keep him waiting? He’s the King…”

Caster shook his head, nodding at Mark’s forgotten plate. “Eat. You will not have a chance to do so again, not any time soon.” He took another sip of the wonderful coffee. Vincent was a master at making sure everything was just how he liked it. “And yes… in this context, he’s not the King; he’s my father, and he will wait. Mother is the one we need to worry about.”

Mark frowned but resumed his meal with renewed gusto.

“Don’t be surprised if she comes to find us if we take too long.”

“That’s where Mikey is. At your father’s house?”

Caster leaned back in his chair, his desire for Mark overriding his need for nourishment. “Marcus will keep him safe, and Dean is aware of all of this. Now, let’s not think about them anymore, yes?”

He didn’t know how long they would have before the outside world imposed on their privacy, but he intended to make each moment a memory they wouldn’t soon forget.

Mark lowered his gaze, hiding behind the latest sip of coffee. Good.

Unable to wait any longer, Caster pushed out of his chair and held out his hand. Mark didn’t question him, didn’t hesitate. He placed his hand in Caster’s, following him through the quiet, small space toward the room where they would be free to be with each other in every way.

Caster moved through the space with renewed purpose. The strong, steady beat of Mark’s heart reached his senses, the trust he gave so freely threatening the control he held on to. He abandoned the steady rhythm for a second to zero in on the others in the house. Kyle had his instructions, and the considerable army he’d brought kept a distance. Available should they be needed, but well away from the compound to provide privacy. The rhythm of Vincent’s calm heartbeat joined the chorus, but Caster didn’t worry about him. He knew when he was needed and when to stay away.

The memory of the last time he’d brought Mark here, when Riley had teleported them both here, flowed through his mind as they walked past the room Mark had occupied that day. The flutter of Mark’s fingers against his and the unmistakable scent of his arousal were an indication he remembered that night with as much vivid detail.

Caster led Mark past that door, down the hall to another room, one he hadn’t used in a while. He released his hold on Mark’s hand, reached into his pocket for the key, and unlocked the door, pushing it open.

He gestured for Mark to move past him into the dim-lit space and smiled at the unrestrained gasp filling the silence. His joy turned to pride when Mark stumbled, his exhale ending in a moan so sinful, Caster’s cock twitched.

CHAPTER 9

Mark’s breath shortened, the images of the undisturbed, unhindered pleasure everything in the room promised overwhelming his mind. The room wasn’t as large as the one they’d shared in Caster’s mansion, but the subdued space seemed to hold everything they would need.

His eyes landed on the main feature, the giant bed whose red and black covers matched the general décor. It was inviting. He wanted nothing more than to tangle in the sheets, Caster’s smooth skin against his, fall asleep, and forget the outside world, forget everything. But everything else in a room designed for ultimate pleasure stole his attention. The only other dominant he’d been with had preferred to keep their activities a guarded secret. So they could never have this, not with a wolf society that insisted on remaining communal and considered his submissive nature a weakness.

He exhaled as he approached all the tools made for a pleasure his mind reached for. Drawers lined the wall, and his fingers itched to open them, to touch the implements of pleasurable torture they contained. He glanced at Caster over his shoulder, expecting to find the knowing smirk, only for unguarded desire on his face, tinged with enough determination to weaken his knees.