Vampires and Lovers Ch. 05

A gay story: Vampires and Lovers Ch. 05 Chapter 5: Newborn Love

Seamus smiled as he watched Vincent and Wyl walk together, blissfully oblivious to his scrutiny. He knew it had been the right thing to do to bring his family to the remote home of Mario and Roman. The villa was spacious, there were immaculately maintained gardens generously dotted with tall trees and it was set just a short walk into an ancient forest. Gabriel had spent time with Roman and his mate the previous evening becoming acquainted with it whilst the others had simply enjoyed sitting out under the star-encrusted skies; a luxury given their home was a city of man-made night light. He knew Vincent had not yet spoken about his imprisonment and it was his hope that in the quiet, relaxed environment his beloved friend would finally unburden himself. The love that the couple shared was apparent, but Seamus was not blind to an underlying anxiety that both men tried to hide.

He had caught glimpses of the pain Vincent was trying to conceal and all could see the way Vincent could hardly bear to be parted from his Chosen. However, as much as Wyl’s presence seemed to settle the older Vampire, it was obviously not enough. It was equally apparent from the concern he could almost taste emanating from the youngest of their family that Wyl did not know how to help his mate. Something deep beneath the surface was eating away at Vincent and Seamus was determined that if he was not approached within the next couple of days, he would make the first move.

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David grinned happily up at his Lycan mate. He received a warm smile in return as Gabriel’s nostrils flared assimilating scents that were missing from urban life. Mario and Roman, Lycans themselves, had settled here to be able to enjoy running free in the forest and David had enjoyed relaxing whilst his lover and their hosts had taken a run the previous evening. It was clear to the petit Vampire that Gabriel was heading to a specific destination. The thought sent pleasurable shivers through his frame.

“Soon, angel.”

The low, husky rasp had David stopping and giving his lover his best sultry look, smiling at the groan it wrenched from Gabriel’s throat.

“Soon?” David purred, rubbing his body sensuously against the bigger male. He gave a gasp of delight as Gabriel’s mouth quickly fastened at his neck, sucking hard as the Lycan growled softly.

“Very soon,” Gabriel assured as he gazed with satisfaction at his mark against his mate’s pale skin. He hurried his pace a little, still wanting David to be able to enjoy their surroundings, but keen to reach his destination. He had found a delightful clearing, just big enough to allow a couple to lie beneath the stars when making love.

It took just a few more minutes, the big Lycan urging his smaller mate through a thicket of decaying trunk and branches with verdant creeping vine that ran between some densely packed, ancient, living trees and their fallen comrade. As they emerged, Gabriel gave a wide smile of the gasp of appreciation from the man at his side,

David stared around. The living trees almost encircled a small clearing, with the dead wood and vines providing an entrance that was not apparent to an unknowing eye.

“Did Mario and Roman show you this?” David asked as he wandered to where a thick grassy knoll caught his eye.

“No, but I’m sure they know of it,” Gabriel husked. His carefully controlled arousal was now free to set alight every cell and synapse and he felt his sex surge into hardness. He licked his lips as he stalked his prey and took David in his arms for a slow, deep kiss. As his tongue thrust eagerly past his lover’s lips, Gabriel guided them to the ground, not breaking the kiss until he had thoroughly mapped every nuance of David’s sweet mouth.

The shirt that inhibited access to the delectable chest was undone with an enthusiastic rapidity that had the blond smiling. Then Gabriel undid the zip on David’s pants, slipping his hand inside and relishing the soft moan at his deft touch. The Lycan’s long fingers encircled the eager erection stroking the steel-hard, satin-smooth length, as he plundered David’s mouth. His tongue swept imperiously back inside the warm, wet cavern and left not a millimetre untouched.

The way that Gabriel ravished his mouth and caressed his flesh made David’s slender form sink back onto the grassy knoll, ceding willingly to his alpha mate. The touches made him swell instantly, his hips arching for more of his mate’s caresses. He pulled open Gabriel’s shirt to run his fingers over the Lycan’s chest, stroking the furred torso lovingly. He whispered Gabriel’s name in a soft cry even as the bigger male resumed the plundering of his mouth.

As his lover’s hand found a nipple and then moved to rub his upper body, Gabriel shrugged out of the shirt and gave a feral grin. He let David traverse his chest as the blond chose, placing gentle kisses over the forehead and cheeks of his petit lover. He let out a growl and leaned down to nip his mate’s nipple with his teeth as David shivered with need.

“Gabriel, please take me.”

“Soon, my love,” Gabriel replied. He stood, his shirt tossed aside, as he began to unzip and snap open the stud of his jeans.

Watching Gabriel strip, David felt the irresistible heat of desire surging through him with every piece of clothing removed. His fingers were trembling as he wiggled his jeans past his hips. He pulled them off along with his briefs, socks and trainers as Gabriel kicked his boots and jeans to join the growing pile of discarded clothing. David moaned appreciatively as the dark male came back and lay between his spread thighs. Gabriel loomed over David, framing the golden Vampire’s head with his large hands, pressing their erections together and swivelling his hips causing David to groan. The smaller man clutched his mate’s shoulders.

“Gabriel, love you, want you,” David whimpered softly, running his hands over the broad shoulders and down his back. He cupped Gabriel’s muscled buttocks, kneading with preternatural strength.

“I love you, David, my angel,”

A groan left the Lycan’s throat as he moved away slightly then Gabriel’s mouth was placing searing kisses against pale skin. The bigger male’s nimble tongue touched a hot-spot behind David’s knee which caused the Vampire to tremble. He kissed the inside of a satin-smooth thigh and a soft moan left the blond’s lips.

“I want to make you burn hot and fly high,” the Lycan said, in a voice made husky by desire. Gabriel snaked his tongue out, flicking it against the base of David’s erection, his right hand sliding down and cupping David’s sac, rubbing and manipulating with a gentleness that belied the need that blazed through his larger form.

“I’ve only ever felt heat like this in your arms,” David groaned, as Gabriel’s tongue sent flickers of flame through his body. He whimpered as the Lycan caressed the hard orbs high in his sac.

“Want to fly higher?” Gabriel asked, in a low purr. His tongue slid with agonising slowness up David’s turgid flesh. One hand slid over satin-sleek thighs, the other lovingly rolled the Vampire’s orbs, keeping the blond trembling on the precipice. Gabriel then began a slow, deliberate swallow of David’s erection applying suction as he reached its base. His fingers circled the tight entrance between the blond’s cheeks, feeling the liquid desire that was oozing free. The touch to furled flesh had the rose beginning to bloom, the Vampire’s body opening to accept its mate.

Arching upwards David let out a low moan of passion as Gabriel swallowed his hardness. He wriggled his hips, trying to encourage his mate to be inside him as he felt the teasing digit. His shaft was already in heaven enveloped in the warm wetness of his lover’s mouth. Gabriel’s finger pressed against his entrance caressing in circular motions, not quite penetrating and David’ moans increased. There were no words, just heat, desire and love.

“Just relax,” Gabriel whispered huskily, starting to press the tip of his finger into the beautiful golden form that was his own, personal angel on earth. Gabriel swallowed David’s penis once again as he eased his finger deeper, he curled it and stroked the Vampire’s sweet spot. A dulcet cry of his name left David’s kiss-swollen lips.

Stars ignited behind David’s eyes and he quivered helplessly as Gabriel’s head moved up and down, the Lycan’s long tongue swirling, tasting and teasing. His hands tightened and relaxed spasmodically against the broad shoulders of his mate. Pleasure seared through his veins sending him soaring out of control. His inner muscles clenched and unclenched around the welcome intruder as his lover encouraged his body to stretch to take Gabriel’s rampant sex.

“Gabriel, what you do to me,” he whispered

Sliding up the small, sleek body beneath him, Gabriel lay there a moment, gazing lovingly at his mate. David’s eyes had darkened to indigo from his passion, his hair was a golden nimbus as his head thrashed and low moans escaped his lush lips. The Lycan continued to slide his finger gently in and out of the delectable form. He dropped his head and his teeth nibbled hungrily on a hardened nipple,

“I’m flying,” David’s voice was filled with joy and desire and his caresses light against Gabriel’s shoulders. “I only feel this way with you, my love.” He whimpered needily, his hips arching upwards as two fingers delved inside him and a fluttering kiss was placed against the base of his throat. David’s moans became a gasp when a spike of heat slammed through his body as Gabriel tapped at his hidden jewel. His mate slid down his lithe form, nipping at his stomach, until he reached David’s navel and dipped his tongue in, swirling it around. The Lycan pulled his fingers out of David’s tight passage leaving the blond aching to be filled once more. David’s hips arched encouragingly as Gabriel began to press the tip of his erection against his still-tight entrance.

“Love me, Gabriel.”

“I do, David, I do and I always will,” the Lycan groaned before he sealed his mouth over David’s and pressed harder against the tight rose.

“More,” David’s command was as much a plea, his voice roughened with passion.

“Yes, my angel,” Gabriel complied, as he slid all the way inside and stilled.

“More,” David countered, his voice dropping, becoming sultry and low. He cupped Gabriel’s face and pulled him down, his tongue slid against Gabriel’s lower lip in a slow, sensuous motion.

With a groan, the Lycan pulled his hips back and thrust smoothly. David’s body contracted around his hard length as he pushed deeper into the heated sheath. Their mouths met in heated passion, tongues dancing in an age old rhythm. Gabriel pulled David closer and growled deep into David’s mouth as the blond dragged his fingers into the bigger male’s skin, trying to get the Lycan to move faster and harder.

Gripping the slender hips of the younger man beneath him, Gabriel tilted them upwards, the angle allowing him to thrust deeper into the welcoming body. He deliberately stroked David’s prostate with every movement, teasing the blond with a flurry of rapid snaps of his hips and then a slow, desultory grind. He draped the lithe legs over his elbows, spreading David wider, pounding into the willing form. Gabriel reached between them and took David’s neglected erection in his hand. He stroked the hot, damp flesh hard and fast, his hips pumping with a feral speed. Gabriel grinned fiercely as David came screaming his name in shuddering convulsions. The blond’s seed fountained over Gabriel’s fingers as his body twitched uncontrollably beneath the purring Lycan.

“So very beautiful in your pleasure, my own sweet angel,” Gabriel whispered. He continued to move slowly, languidly in David’s body, still stroking his lover’s sweet spot, raising his seed covered fingers towards his mouth. “David, watch me.”

The Vampire’s eyes opened and he watched as Gabriel began to lick each finger clean, slowly…deliberately…the gesture making his sated shaft twitch slowly back to life. His loins began to tighten and heat spread throughout his already highly-sensitised body as Gabriel’s still-hard flesh repeatedly stimulated his jewel. The initial, almost frenzied, coupling slowed, becoming gentler, sweeter, more loving.

“Oh, Gabriel,” David sighed as his lover’s hard, thick rod glided in his slickened channel.

“What do you want, my love?” Gabriel asked, leaning down and brushing his lips over the softer ones beneath him. For the big Lycan, kissing his beloved was so addictive that he never wanted to stop.

“I want you to fill me, Gabriel. I want to see you come,” David groaned as he arched upwards and captured Gabriel’s mouth, ravishing the lips with his teeth and tongue.

“It will be my pleasure, angel,” Gabriel whispered, His tongue swept back into David’s mouth. Tilting slender hips higher, he shifted David’s legs to his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate impossibly deeper. He began to thrust faster and harder into his mate. David’s mewls spurred him on as he grunted and growled with mind-fracturing pleasure as the slick sheath contracted around his eager erection. The Lycan gave a low howl of triumph as David’s sated flesh hardened once more.

David’s moans increased exponentially to Gabriel’s speed and force until the Lycan was ramming into him with all the preternatural force of his powerful haunches. He felt pleasure building on pleasure. It was addictive, sensual, two-becoming-one. He did not feel as if his orgasm had ceased from the moment he had initially spilt his seed. He still had residual aftershocks which were growing in intensity. He ground his lips against the Lycan’s in a hungry, desperate kiss. Tongues duelled and teeth clashed, chests rubbed against each other and hands tangled in hair. David moaned incoherently, needing more, needing the shared release that would take them both to bliss.

Gabriel’s eyes glittered with excitement in the dim light. The pleasure was reaching irresistible levels. He stroked David’s resurrected rod, twisting his wrist at its apex to swirl his thumb over the dripping head. His hand matched his hips’ furious rhythm, becoming a blur of speed. He swooped down and covered his lover’s mouth with his own, tongue plunging immediately into the welcoming cavern. David’s wail of completion was muffled by Gabriel’s lips, the Lycan still mercilessly pounding as his mate’s small frame shook with over-arousal. Although his lover’s crème adorned both bodies, Gabriel continued to fist him.

“Come with me!” Gabriel barked. A high-pitched keening built up in David’s throat as Gabriel’s hips finally jerked erratically, his rhythm faltering. “David!” Gabriel roared out his climax, pumping his seed into David, and that sent the blond over the edge one last, effortful time.

David screamed to the sky as another orgasm tore like a tornado throughout his still shaking body. His channel contracted brutally against Gabriel’s spurting flesh, but his own twitched dryly, the few scant drops in no way reflecting the magnitude of his final climax.

Gabriel came deep inside the blond beneath him. Still convulsing with the pleasurable aftershocks, the Lycan shivered and trembled. He rested his nose and lips against his mate’s throat, biting down, marking the Vampire as his. His teeth pierced fragile flesh, tongue lapping languidly at the sweet essence of his mate as David mewled softly. He licked the tiny puncture marks closed before easing his satiated flesh from David’s exhausted body. A low rumbling, deep purr accompanied the dark male’s tongue bathing his lover’s body as he lapped up every precious drop of David’s crème. Effortlessly he flipped the pliant form, spreading satin-smooth cheeks. He buried his tongue deep inside savouring his lover’s most intimate taste overlaid with his own seed.

David sighed his pleasure as he was finally settled to lie on top of Gabriel’s body. He nosed through the abundant chest fur to suckle one thick, dark nub, then the other. He smiled as Gabriel tilted his head, offering his throat.

“Feed from me,” Gabriel rasped.

David daintily fastened his teeth at the exposed flesh, drinking strength and power from the large Lycan. He hummed his joy as he licked closed the small wounds and nestled safely in Gabriel’s arms.

“Can we stay here a while?” he asked. “It’s so rare we get to spend time under the stars.”

“We can stay as long as you wish, my angel,” Gabriel replied, nuzzling his mate’s temple, his hands roaming freely over David’s slender back and buttocks. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” David smiled. He kissed the Lycan rubbing affectionately at the well-trimmed goatee before snuggling his head into the junction of the bigger male’s head and shoulders. He gazed up at the stars, listening to the low, rumbles from deep within Gabriel’s chest and sighed in a mixture of satiation, completeness and love. He began a slow stroke of his lover’s furred chest. He wanted them to make love again in the magical spot before returning to their family. He gave a feral smile as Gabriel’s shaft began to twitch as his hand skimmed towards the muscular abdomen. He was quite sure his wish would soon be granted.

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“Are you certain you will not take a walk with us, Vincent?” Seamus asked. He had hoped to get both men to accompany him as twilight was falling. Vincent had shown no inclination to speak to anyone willingly and as two days had passed, Seamus was now looking to break down the barriers himself.

“Not this time,” Vincent said. It would be hard to let Wyl leave his side, but the blue-eyed blond knew that his heart-brother was likely to want him to speak and he was still unable to talk of his imprisonment. He occasionally revisited his ordeal in his memories, seeking to assure himself he had not been physically assaulted and that there had, in truth, been no way for him to have stopped Marcus. The big, red demon was a frequent visitor in his mind and Vincent felt he needed to work things through for himself before being able to speak of it to his family — especially his Chosen.

“I can stay with you…” Wyl began, but was silenced by a soft kiss. He sighed, knowing he would cede to Vincent as he had done since they had reunited.

“I am happy to stay and chat with Mario and Roman,” Vincent smiled, caressing Wyl’s beautiful face, trying to smooth the lines of anxiety on the normally unmarked brow. He could also see the signs of shadows under espresso eyes and a shard of guilt cut through him. He had to act soon. That he was causing his Chosen pain was not acceptable. Another day and he would make himself speak. “Go and enjoy the forest. Gabriel and David enthuse about it.” He moved to whisper hotly in Wyl’s ear. “Find us a place where I can love you under the stars. I love you, Wyl. Never doubt I love you.”

“I love you,” Wyl whispered back, letting his body meld to the bigger Vampire’s solid frame as Vincent hugged him hard. “I want to help you, Vincent,” he added in a tiny voice.

“You do, you are,” Vincent vowed. “Just a little while more, my Own, please.”

Wyl nodded as he was released from Vincent’s embrace. Perhaps some time alone was what his husband needed. He gave a small smile as Vincent headed towards the two big, blond Lycans that stood a respectful distance away.

“He’ll be fine, Wyl,” Seamus said as he wrapped an arm around a trim waist and began to lead them towards the forest. “He needs to come to terms with what happened and it’s taking longer than we would like.”

“I’d do anything for him, Seamus. Anything,” Wyl said softly.

“I know, little one,” the older Vampire replied. “And I know how hard it’s been for you, too.” He dropped a kiss into Wyl’s dark tresses, earning a smile from the slender brunette. “I promise to take care of you both.”

****

Wyl looked around with awe at the tall, majestic trees. He felt he had been transported back in time thousands of years to when a primordial world would have been covered with such flora. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of the forest. Everything seemed cleaner, crisper and even the greenery seemed brighter, verdant, more alive than he had ever experienced before. He caught a glimpse of the grin on Seamus’ face.

“It’s wonderful,” he enthused. “This is the perfect place to come and relax.”

“I’m glad you like it, little one,” Seamus replied.

“I can see why David and Gabriel were so enthusiastic,” Wyl said as he performed a slow pirouette, his eyes looking heavenwards to the tops of the trees and the sky dotted with twinkling diamonds. He turned back to Seamus and then cocked his head. He could feel warmth that he was unable to explain. He was about to question Seamus when he saw the other Vampire desperately looking around.

“My Chosen,” Seamus husked in a voice of pure longing. “For a second…I felt them, Wyl. I *felt* them.”

Wyl immediately pushed everything else from his mind as he focused every one of his preternaturally enhanced senses on trying to locate Seamus’ Chosen. The other Vampire took to the air whilst Wyl remained where he stood. He could see, hear and smell nothing different in the area. He frowned. He had no doubt Seamus must have felt something. He turned as the blond descended to stand at his side.

“Nothing,” Seamus said in anguished tones. “They vanished, Wyl. There and gone almost before I even had chance to realise it. How, why? You do believe me?” Seamus then asked, looking pleadingly at Wyl.

“Of course I do,” the younger Vampire nodded. He looked around. The forest remained the same living entity as it had when he had entered it, but Wyl could not shake off the feeling that they were being observed. He felt nothing of the coldness that heralded danger of some kind but the sensation sent prickles down his spine and made him shiver.

“We should go,” Seamus said, wrapping his arm around Wyl and pulling the lithe form close. “Perhaps I was wrong.”

“Maybe we can come back here with the others. My senses are not as enhanced as David’s or Gabriel’s.” Wyl hated to hear the longing and defeat in the older Vampire’s voice.

“But mine are,” Seamus said quietly. “If anyone were here I would know. And apart from…” he sighed. A sound of pure misery. “There is nothing, Wyl.”

They returned to the villa, both men silent, lost in their thoughts. Despite Seamus’ protestations, Gabriel, Roman and Mario insisted on hunting through the forest. It was almost dawn before they returned; just the three of them.

“Wyl, would you mind if I spent some time with Seamus?” Vincent asked. He would deal with his own problems later. He and Seamus had been together for centuries and he could not bear the slumped shoulders and pained eyes of the man who was closer than a brother to him.

“Of course not,” Wyl replied. He waited for the two older Vampires to disappear from sight. He knew Roman and Mario had retired to sleep. With a determined look he headed for the front door.

“Not alone, Wyl.”

David’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Wyl glanced back at the small, blond Vampire who stood with his hands on his hips, a single foot tapping.

“I thought you would be sleeping with Gabriel. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

David was at his side instantly.

“If Seamus’ Chosen is one of our kind, they would have known instantly. If a mortal, how could they hide?” David said softly. “I do not understand and I do not want you alone out there. I had a feeling you sensed something. I can’t explain that either,” he added with a smile.

“You’re right,” Wyl nodded. “But I didn’t feel anything…anything cold,” he added. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have contemplated returning alone.”

“Then let us go together.”

****

“I’m glad you’re with me, David,” Wyl said as they returned to the forest, the dark Vampire retracing the steps taken by Seamus and himself.

“Me, too, little one,” David smiled. “And I’m glad I was so attuned to you. I know you want to help Seamus, we all do, but better we work together.”

“Here,” Wyl whispered. “I feel something strongest here.”

“Strongest?” David whispered back, casting his senses out but registering nothing.

“It was as though a faint trail led back here,” Wyl replied, turning in a circle. “This was where I felt…something. Then Seamus was sure he had found his Chosen.”

“And you still feel something?” David asked, his eyes flitting around the forest.

“Yes.” Wyl frowned as he could see nothing, hear nothing, but yet was certain they were watched. He glanced at David who shook his head. With a sigh Wyl closed his eyes and pirouetted slowly. He performed the same movement twice and both times resumed facing an ancient tree whose bole was many feet in circumference. Feeling embarrassed, but secure in the knowledge that David would never mock him, Wyl began to speak.

“My name is Wyl and this is David. We’re friends of Seamus. He was with me yesterday. He felt you, like I do. Seamus doesn’t understand why you would hide from him. You must feel the same for him as he feels for you and he’s hurting.”

“I never wanted to hurt him.”

The voice was soft and had a gentle lilting accent that made it almost melodious. Both Wyl and David stared as the voice’s owner stepped into view.

Wyl stared at the figure that emerged from *inside*the tree. He estimated that the newcomer was a little taller than himself, but of a similar slender build. The stranger’s skin was a light golden-brown. Straight, waist-length hair, in a symphony of sienna hues, had two plaited sections at the front through which white ribbon was threaded. The plaited hair was then secured behind the other’s head to reveal two elegantly upswept, pointed ears. Winged eyebrows were above almond eyes of verdant green that flitted nervously between him and David. Wyl instantly felt protectiveness sweep through him as white teeth nibbled at pink Cupid’s bow lips.

“A Dryad,” David’s voice whispered softly. “A wood nymph. Although fewer in numbers, there are male as well as female, but they are more reclusive. ”

“We want to help,” Wyl said taking a step forward. He froze at the fear that flickered through the emerald eyes. “Won’t you let us, please? At least tell us your name and why we scare you.”

“Delfin. My name is Delfin and…and you are Vampires,” came the reply as if that was all the explanation necessary.

Wyl exchanged a puzzled glance with David. He had been told that only humankind regarded Vampires as the undead monsters of popular fiction and yet Delfin was clearly afraid of them.

“Yes we are,” David said softly. “But why would that make you fear us?”

“My mother told me that Vampires were dangerous and cold-hearted. They were not to be trusted.”

“Delfin, there are good and bad in all races. I give you my promise that nobody is going hurt you,” Wyl said gently, willing the Dryad to believe him. “The pull you feel for Seamus is because you are his Chosen.”

“Oh no,” the Dryad whispered, panic replacing fear.

“Delfin, it is nothing to be afraid of, I know from experience,” Wyl said, taking a couple of steps towards the Dryad.

“Mother said that Chosen were slaves of Vampires and Lycans. That they were kept as prisoners, not allowed freedom.”

“That is a lie,” David huffed. “Your mother may have met a rogue, Delfin,” he added, keeping his voice soft despite his rising anger. “However, as far as being Chosen is concerned, she has not told you the truth. Wyl is Vincent’s Chosen and was found when he was human. He is clearly neither a slave nor prisoner. Neither am I.”

“It’s true, Delfin,” Wyl added, holding his hands palms outwards to the Dryad. Please let us show you the truth. Seamus aches for you and I know you feel for him despite your fear. I promise no harm will befall you and you will be free to make your own judgement regarding Seamus and what it means to be his Chosen.”

Wyl watched as differing emotions chased across the beautiful visage: anxiety, doubt, fear and finally longing. He smiled as Delfin reached out and burrowed his hand into Wyl’s.

“You promise?” Delfin asked. He inexplicably felt able to trust both males, but Wyl in particular. His eyes searched the other male’s face for reassurance.

“I promise,” Wyl nodded.

“Delfin, are you of age?” David asked as the trio walked back towards the villa.

“Last summer,” Delfin smiled turning to look at the petit blond. “Although I do have another nine summers under matriarchy before deemed old enough to make my own decisions regarding a mate.”

“That will not be an issue for a Chosen,” David smiled back. “I am certain, however, that Seamus will want to have your mother’s blessing before consummating a full Bonding. The choice is still yours to make, Delfin.” He added seeing the look of distress that flitted across the Dryad’s face.

“But…but what if when he sees me he no longer wants me?” Delfin asked, the thought having suddenly struck him.

David’s smile widened. That the young nymph was concerned about being wanted could only be a positive sign he was likely to take his place at Seamus’ side.

“Your appearance will not sway Seamus in any way,” the blond assured. “The Bond you will share, like that Wyl and I have for our husbands, is a life-long commitment that nothing can shatter. You will complete, and in turn be completed by, Seamus in ways I cannot explain in words but that you will feel in your heart and soul. But I am more than certain that when he sees you, Seamus will consider himself a very blessed man.” The words seemed to settle Delfin, although David noticed that the tight grip of Wyl’s hand was not relinquished. He made a quick decision. “I will go ahead and let the others know we are coming. They can then be forewarned of Delfin’s anxiety. We will take care of you,” he added, giving the nymph a quick hug before vanishing.

“Everything’s going to be fine, Delfin,” Wyl added.

****

As the villa came into view, so did the rest of Wyl’s family and their hosts. Wyl noted that they were scattered into pairings, clearly trying to avoid overwhelming Delfin. However, Wyl could feel the tremors that shook the nymph at his side.

“I’m afraid,” Delfin whispered. “What if he sends me away? What if I cannot give him what he wants?”

“Delfin,” Wyl said, drawing them to a stop and gazing levelly into worried emerald orbs. “I had just those fears when I met Vincent. I knew I wanted him, knew I had fallen in love with him, but felt I was not good enough. I love him more than life itself. All I ask of you is for you to go to Seamus with an open mind and to trust your own heart and instincts. Please.”

Delfin gazed earnestly into Wyl’s face. He believed the other man. It had occurred to him that if Wyl and David had harboured any ill-will towards him, he could not have fought them off unarmed. He took a deep breath and tried to push away his mother’s harsh words about Vampires. He gave Wyl a determined nod and started forward once more.

They were met first by the two Lycans that Delfin knew lived in the villa. He had often seen them running in the forest.

“I am Roman,” the smaller male spoke.

Delfin studied the Lycan. He was a darker blond than his mate with warm hazel eyes that were open and honest. The nymph found himself fascinated by the tuft of hair at Roman’s chin. His own body was completely hair free. He gave himself a mental shake as the Lycan continued.

“This is my mate Mario,” he said, indicating a taller, golden-blond at his side who wore a wide smile.

“You are very welcome here, Delfin,” Mario added. “We would like you to treat our home as your own. You are free to come and go as you wish.”

“At any time; night or day,” Roman added. He and Mario then moved to stand a short distance away to watch the drama unfold.

Delfin managed a smile despite his nerves as he was next approached by David who had a large, dark Lycan with him. Delfin stared at the couple. They seemed such a contrast; tall and petit, broad and slim, dark and light and yet the connection between them was unmistakeable as was the love they shared. Once more Delfin found himself staring at the Lycan’s facial hair.

“This is Gabriel. We are Bonded, like Wyl and Vincent, Roman and Mario,” David said.

“I know you are still harbouring concerns, Delfin,” Gabriel said, his voice warm and dark to Delfin’s ears. “But I would still like to welcome you to our family.”

Delfin smiled. His free hand hesitantly reached to Gabriel’s face almost before he could censure it. He stopped it millimetres from the facial hair that was unknown amongst his kind.

“Does it not itch or tickle?” he asked ingenuously.

“No,” Gabriel replied smiling. “At least, not me,” he added, giving David a feral grin. The Lycan’s soft, rumbling laugh drowned out his mate’s indignant snort. However, he noted that Delfin seemed not to have understood his allusion, clearly too concerned with the situation to appreciate the Lycan’s attempt at humour.

“There will be due retribution for that later,” David whispered as he pulled his husband aside.

“I sincerely hope so,” Gabriel smiled, swinging David into a tight embrace and covering the Vampire’s lips with his own.

Delfin smiled as he watched David sink into his lover’s arms, a soft sound of contentment reaching the Dryad’s keen ears. Then he found himself facing a tall, blond Vampire.

“I am Vincent. Wyl is my Chosen. ”

Delfin found his anxiety melting away. For all his mother’s words, not one of the Vampires he had met seemed cold or hard. Moreover, the looks he had seen in the eyes of David and Gabriel and now Wyl and Vincent were the same as those he had seen often exchanged between his father and Linden. He saw affection, joy and above all love.

As Vincent moved aside, Delfin watched entranced as Seamus came slowly forward. The Dryad felt his stomach roil, his heartbeat increase and his breath come in soft pants. No one had ever produced such a profound effect on him. Although he did not release Wyl’s hand, feeling as if it was the only thing keeping him still standing, he did not shy away as Seamus came to stand mere centimetres away.

“My Chosen,” the words were whispered in tones that held a heady mix of reverence, longing and joy. Seamus was too enraptured to immediately realise what he had said, but before he could retract them, Delfin was leaning forward. Dark, anxious, verdant eyes locked with those of yearning emerald.

“Am I? Am I truly your Chosen? You are happy with what you see?”

“Mine,” Seamus whispered. “I could never have dreamt that such an exquisite creature would be my Chosen. May I touch?” Seamus added, hope filling his voice as he reached towards Delfin’s face

Delfin nodded and felt a strong hand, tempered by love, stroke his cheek. He could not restrain the soft mewl that spilled from his lips or the way his body leaned towards the broader male.

“So smooth, like a petal,” Seamus smiled.

“Delfin,” Wyl murmured softly. “Do you want to go to Seamus?”

The nymph nodded, not quite comprehending what Wyl meant. Then the hand he still grasped was lifted towards Seamus. He stared mesmerised as the larger male carefully unlocked Delfin’s hold on Wyl and let the smaller, more slender hand rest in his own. Delfin was aware that Wyl had moved a few steps away, but still remained close. He glanced back at the brunette who was now held in an embrace by Vincent and then back at the hand in which his own rested. Looking directly at Seamus, Delfin let his fingers interlace with those of the Vampire and took the final step that separated them.

“Yours,” he whispered. “What’s wrong with me, Seamus?” he asked nervously. His stomach was still roiling, his heart hammered rapidly in his chest and yet his manhood was beginning to harden.

“Your body recognises what is meant to be, Petal,” Seamus replied. “It wants to Bond. However, David has explained you are still subject to matriarchy. I will not consummate our full Bonding until I have obtained her blessing. However, I can assuage some of what you feel. If you will trust me?”

“I trust you,” Delfin nodded. He could not explain it, but he knew in every cell that he was safe with the men surrounding him. He looked back at Wyl who was grinning widely and across to David who seemed to be vibrating with excitement. “I trust you all,” he added more loudly. “And I thank you for coming to find me.”

****

Seamus led Delfin into the villa and up the wide, stone staircase. His bedroom was at the far end of the corridor and he repeatedly glanced anxiously at the Dryad as they walked together.

“I will not run away, Seamus,” Delfin said determinedly. “I do not fully understand everything that has happened, but I know I belong with you. I know it in my heart. But I am nervous.”

“I’ll take care of you, Petal,” Seamus vowed. “Forever,” he added as he opened his door and let Delfin step inside. He watched as the Dryad looked around.

Delfin regarded the room with curiosity. He had never been inside a house of any sort. There was a large bed with cream linen sheets and a woollen coverlet in warm beige. The bed had wooden lockers at either side on which sat large lamps with off-white shades. A chair in similar neutral shades was at the side of a small writing table and there were large lace-draped windows. Suddenly the room felt claustrophobic as the nymph regarded the solid walls, floor and ceiling. Almost instantly he was outside on the balcony held safe in Seamus’ arms.

“Better?” Seamus asked, smiling at the dazed nymph.

“I have never been in so enclosed a space. Is that how you live?” Delfin asked.

“It is and it is safer. Do you think you can cope?” Seamus replied, unable to keep the worry from his voice.

“Will you be there to hold me?” Delfin responded, turning to face the Vampire that was concerned for his comfort.

“Yes,” Seamus husked.

“May I see you?” the Dryad whispered. Despite everything, he still ached for a more intimate touch from the man in whose arms he stood. He stepped back into the room, remaining by the window as Seamus moved a short distance away to begin undressing.

Seamus removed his shirt letting the Dryad see his bared, lightly furred chest.

“I have never seen…” Delfin began as he reached towards the naked torso. “May I?” he enquired.

“Of course,” Seamus said. He bit back the groan from deep within as slender, virginal fingers traversed his chest. “You, too?” he begged, elation coursing through his veins at the coy smile but determined nod.

Slowly he eased the flimsy tunic from the lithe form, gasping with pleasure at the caramel-hued, smooth-skinned, perfectly proportioned body revealed to his ravenous gaze. Every cell screamed to claim that which was his and for which he had waited so very, very long. It was as though Delfin could read his mind and recognised that the Vampire could scarcely believe he held the Dryad in his arms.

“You may touch me, Seamus. I am yours, your Chosen.”

The softly spoken invitation broke the dam of Seamus’ uncertainty. He urged Delfin closer until their lips were no more than a breath apart.

“Can I kiss you, Petal?” He asked.

“Please, Seamus,” Delfin murmured. “I ache from wanting you.”

Delfin moaned, a low needy sound, which was a flame to the tinder of Seamus’ need. He pulled the brunette closer, caressing his hair and wrapping an arm around his slim waist. Their lips finally touched and Seamus felt himself consumed by heat, fire flickering along every nerve as the Dryad’s mouth melded to his.

He licked at the sensual lips, coaxing them to part, and groaned as his tongue surged into the sweetness of Delfin’s mouth. The Dryad was sun, honey and flowers, a heady, intoxicating mixture. Seamus licked and explored every nuance of the warm, wet cavern. The primitive within him roaring with triumph as Delfin’s initially hesitant tongue slid delicately along his own. He felt a tremor as Delfin moaned softly, slowly returning his caresses. A sudden thought hit Seamus hard as he recognised the total inexperience of the young man in his arms. The blond gradually pulled away, smiling as Delfin tried to follow. He stroked the silken strands of hair and cupped the exquisite face.

“Delfin,” Seamus whispered, their lips almost touching. “Was this your first kiss?” He felt Delfin try to pull back a little but kept a hold of his Chosen. Wide, verdant eyes looked at him, a rosy stain seeping across perfectly sculptured cheekbones.

“Yes, Seamus,” Delfin said softly. “I am untouched.”

“Oh, love,” Seamus whispered. He let his fingertips trail down the soft skin of Delfin’s cheeks and traced the outline of his lush lips. Delfin trembled, a tiny moan escaping him, and Seamus took the alluring mouth with his own. He allowed the kiss to deepen until their tongues were wrapped together in an ageless dance. Seamus moved with preternatural speed and lowered Delfin to the bed, settling them on their sides, their mouths still amorously embracing.

He trailed his hand lightly across Delfin’s shoulders, across to the pert nipples, teasing each into hard peaks before moving lower. Delfin’s chest was hairless, satin smooth and the espresso nipples with their cafe-au-lait areolae beckoned irresistibly. Deciding that he wanted to taste what his fingers had touched, Seamus took one succulent nub into his mouth. Delfin gave a cry, arching into the erotic caress. The Vampire switched nipples, taking as much pleasure in the act as his guileless lover-to-be. The blond lapped diligently, smiling as he watched the gossamer-covered organ between the brunette’s thighs twitch with each motion of his tongue. The scent of the Dryad’s arousal was thick and heady and Seamus wanted to explore its very core.

Seamus placed his hand at the waistband of the delicate leggings Delfin wore. He waited for the young male to nod, pushing his hips upwards. Slipping his hand inside he stroked Delfin’s groin before lowering the leggings and freeing his mate’s straining flesh. The Dryad was beautiful even here, with a long, slender shaft that arched up towards Seamus’ hand. The absence of hair, natural for Dryads, sent bolts of lust through Seamus’ body. It was exotic and erotic and the older man wanted to experience everything about his perfect, exquisite mate. He watched enamoured as Delfin moaned and writhed when Seamus took hold of the innocent erection. The silken hardness felt perfect in the Vampire’s palm and he simply held the hot organ to allow Delfin to feel comfortable being touched.

Delfin keened softly, his body seemingly ablaze from the intense gaze that swept over it, a gaze that was hot and deliberate and memorising every hitherto hidden part of his nakedness. He whimpered, pulling Seamus down to taste the older male once more. He moaned as kisses were whispered across his nose, eyelids and forehead. Then his ears were discovered by Seamus’ tongue. Earlobes were nipped and sucked and Delfin gave a small scream of pleasure as the elegantly pointed ear-tips were nibbled, the flesh particularly sensitive to the amorous assault.

Seamus ran a forefinger along the underside of the young man’s erection, brushing it against the sensitive vein with painstaking care. Delfin mewled, his eyelids fluttering and Seamus smiled tenderly. For all the experience he had in the art, Seamus had never made love with an innocent. His lovers may have been inexperienced in comparison to him, but this was different. Every touch he bestowed upon his Chosen was new to Delfin and Seamus needed to know that his Dryad was enjoying the intimacy.

“More?” Seamus asked, his green eyes searching the exquisite visage.

“Please,” the young man beseeched.

Seamus smiled lovingly and repeated the action. His reward was another dulcet sound of pleasure. He took a gentle hold of the young man’s shaft, sliding his hand lightly up and down the silken skin. His smile widened as he felt it pulse in his hand as if eager for his attention. He watched enraptured as Delfin writhed with pleasure, moaning with each stroke. Seamus ran his thumb in slow circles around the tip of the tumescent organ, gathering the leaking fluid up.

“I want to taste you,” he said.

Delfin stared at Seamus’ hand, following its movement as the Vampire brought it to his mouth. He gasped when he saw the older man’s tongue appear and lick his thumb clean. He saw the blond’s eyes sweep hungrily over his body to stare at Delfin’s throbbing shaft and a hungry look glinted in Seamus’ orbs.

“Sweet like honey,” Seamus rasped. He brought his hands against Delfin’s thighs and stroked the skin lovingly. He urged the young man to part his legs and knelt in the space between. Seamus slid his hand down, holding the base of his Dryad’s erection.

The young male gasped at the first swipe of the Vampire’s tongue along his aching flesh. Then it slithered around his shaft before running along the underside. The sensation made Delfin quiver and clutch desperately at Seamus’ shaggy tresses. He was inexperienced but he was not unaware of the ways of love. He was a Dryad and his father had taught him much about love-making, in theory, ready for his coming of age. This act was about Delfin’s pleasure. That the Vampire would do this for him caused a well of emotion to spring up inside the young man.

He stared as Seamus brought his mouth close to the tip of his leaking organ. Delfin let out a cry when the Vampire’s mouth closed over him and a steady suction instantly drove him dizzy with need. Warmth and wetness enveloped him. Delfin thrashed his head from side to side as his full length was slowly swallowed. The fingers that had been on the base of his hard flesh now slid down. Delfin mewled when the older man touched his sac, cupping each orb in his palm in turn, squeezing softly.

Seamus moved his mouth up and down the young Dryad, moving his tongue against heated flesh. He teased the slit with his tongue and heard Delfin whimper. The Vampire took the full, slender length into his mouth again and began suckling in earnest.

“Seamus,” Delfin moaned, thrusting into the hot, wet mouth as much as the Vampire’s hold on his hips would allow.

Seamus sucked harder. Reaching between Delfin’s thighs he cupped the heavy sac and heard a deep groan. He stroked his finger against Delfin’s entrance, barely touching the intimate area and then lightly pressing. As he did Delfin came, letting out a long, low moan as he spilled into Seamus’ mouth. The Vampire eagerly milked the young male, drinking all he could offer. When he had drained the Dryad, Seamus let softened flesh fall from between his lips.

Delfin lay back, panting. He had never felt such profound emotion. He knew he had fallen in love.

“You,” he murmured, a desultory hand reaching for the older male.

Seamus positioned himself alongside Delfin. He freed his rampant flesh and covered Delfin’s hand with his own as the nymph encircled his solid rod. Seamus had no care for finesse or teasing. He pumped at a fast pace, wanting only to perfunctorily attain release and then resume caring for his Chosen. His seed erupted, adorning the golden-brown body with shimmering silver. He rubbed his crème into Delfin’s skin before cradling the drowsy, sated Dryad to his chest.

“I love you, Seamus,” Delfin whispered.

“I love you, my Own,” Seamus replied, peppering the beautiful visage with kisses.

Delfin gave a sigh of joy and fulfillment and nestled as close as possible, relishing the feel of the solid, furred body against his own.

“Tomorrow I will speak to your mother and we can Bond fully,” Seamus said, dropping a kiss into the lustrous tresses.

“Tomorrow. It seems so far away,” Delfin murmured dreamily.

“Not long, Petal,” Seamus smiled. He tightened his grip as he felt the lithe body relax into sleep. When the Dryad awoke in the morning it would be in his bed, in his arms and with his scent on him. He was Seamus’ now.

****

Seamus smiled lovingly at the lithe body sprawled in the bed. Delfin had clearly not taken to pillows as they were on the floor. The blanket was shoved carelessly aside leaving the caramel-hued body naked from the waist upwards. Seamus realised his tongue was sliding across suddenly dry lips. So much beauty and it was all his. He bit back a groan as Delfin rolled sensuously to lie on his back, his limbs spread wide. As if aware of the avaricious stare, the Dryad’s sex began to stir and fill as Seamus moved to lie close to his Chosen’s side. The Vampire leant forward to run his tongue over the dark-honeyed flesh of smooth inner thighs, smiling as a muted sound of pleasure fell from the perfect pink lips of his mate. He positioned himself between the out-flung limbs as Delfin’s eyes fluttered open. The smile that held love and joy warmed Seamus to the depths of his soul.

“Seamus.”

The still-drowsy voice held the same emotions as the smile and verdant orbs. Seamus lowered his lips to taste the sweetness that was his own precious Chosen. It was a kiss that shared the emotions they felt and seared their souls together. Passion exploded, feelings long suppressed surfaced. Their hands moved to touch along with lips and bodies, pressing impossibly close, hiding nothing, as if trying to meld into one being. Seamus poured all his longing for Delfin into their mouths’ merging. He drank in the taste of the nymph, reacquainted himself with the texture of his lover’s tongue, teeth, the roof of his mouth. All committed to sense memory to recall on those occasions when he could not experience the reality.

The desire to learn all of the tastes of the Dryad inflamed the Vampire, consuming him in a potent mix of ardour and need. He tasted behind the upswept ears, nibbling at the elegant tip to impassioned cries of encouragement. He rolled the lithe body to nip at the nape of Delfin’s neck, then at his collarbone. The Vampire’s tongue slid over the soft visage, tracing the winged eyebrows and silken cheeks. This was all new, special and his alone. His hands ran over Delfin’s torso, palming chest and flanks. His nymph’s soft moans spurred him on to taste what his hands held. Seamus’ mouth replaced his fingers in the exploration of the smooth chest and irresistible nipples.

Delfin was panting, his breaths coming in short bursts due to the exquisite sensations his lover was eliciting from his body. Never had his skin felt so alive. His nipples had hardened, peaking needily, begging for more of the arousing touches. He moaned, arching upwards shamelessly, as Seamus’ tongue laved one nipple and fingers teased the other. Delfin wanted to press his body closer, as if to crawl inside Seamus himself.

The Vampire let his sense of touch take reign. His fingers moved lower, tracing the sensitive area around hard, damp flesh. A part of him screamed for the final union, but he kept a firm control of himself. He would only take that last step after getting the blessing of Delfin’s family. His eager digits explored musk-scented treasure and his mouth followed. The taste of pre-come dripping freely was as sweet and addictive as Seamus remembered and he moaned his own pleasure. He savoured the scent and taste of Delfin as he licked around the base of hard flesh and suede-like sac. Desiring yet more, Seamus enveloped his nymph’s shaft into his mouth, the bucking of the younger male easily restrained with a strong hand on a slender hip.

He sucked and explored the darker hued flesh, committing to memory the taste, scent, feel and sight. He suckled on it more intensely, to ensure its only option was to attain release. He let it fall from his lips as he felt the trembling that heralded Delfin’s orgasm, ignoring the soft whine of denial. He lay over his mate, their eager lengths nestling intimately, and began to thrust as he kissed his lover. He groaned as the nymph matched his movements, causing delicious friction. Twin cries of fulfilment rose into the air as both men reached their climaxes. Seamus rolled to let his lover drape languorously over his chest.

As his breathing slowed, Delfin began a sensual slide down Seamus’ furred torso. He licked at the heated skin lapping away the evidence of shared passion before clambering to settle astride his older lover and bending to share their tastes with him in a slow, deep kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lush, green eyes shining.

“I love you, Petal, my precious Own,” Seamus smiled. At last he was complete.

****

The walk through the forest was a delight for Seamus as Delfin pointed out hidden beauty that would have passed him by unnoticed. He smiled, his arms sliding around the lithe form, as Delfin halted their progress once more to claim the Vampire’s lips. Soft laughter tickled his ear as he encouraged the nymph to wrap slender legs around his waist and he slowly lifted them into the air. He held tightly to the supple body as Delfin twisted one way then another to see the forest from dizzying angles, the Vampire relishing his lover’s exclamations of pleasure.

As they approached the area in which his mother resided, Delfin grew anxious, concerned that she would frown upon his choice of mate. He leant his head on Seamus’ shoulder as he was enveloped in strong arms.

“You are my Chosen,” Seamus murmured reassuringly. “We will not be parted. She is your mother. She must want what is best for her child.” He felt Delfin give a nod against him before a shrill shout of his lover’s name startled them.

“What do you think you are doing?”

A female Dryad emerged from a large tree. There was similarity with Delfin enough for Seamus to realise he was looking at the Dryad’s. However, her tresses were a lighter shades of brown, her eyes more sapphire than emerald but above all else, her face was harder than the delicately-boned nymph that was his Chosen.

“This is Seamus,” Delfin replied, moving to stand at his mate’s shoulder. “I am his Chosen. Seamus this is my mother, Anise.”

“You are not,” she hissed. “Unless you want me to prohibit you seeing Hallam, whether that slut Linden is with him or not, you will go back to where you belong and put all such notions from your head. I forbid you to have any contact with this creature.”

“But, mother…” Delfin pleaded.

“Now,” Anise screeched.

“It’s alright, my Own. I will come for you. I promise, Petal,” Seamus vowed. The Vampire felt his heart pierced as a sob lingered in the air after Delfin had fled. Forcing himself not to pursue his nymph, Seamus turned angrily to the female Dryad who stood smirking cruelly.

“Why?” he asked. “You know he will be mine. All you are doing his hurting your own child. The hurt I endure I do so knowing that the Old Ones will demand Delfin is released from your control to take his place at my side.”

“But they move slowly, Vampire,” Anise whispered, swaying seductively towards him. “It could be many cold, lonely, painful nights before you and he are allowed together. If you try and take him, I will raise charges of abduction.” Anise now stood close to the attractive blond, her eyes raking appreciatively over his muscular form. “But it doesn’t have to be that way. There is a way you could have him tonight.” Her hand reached to touch Seamus and she scowled as the Vampire moved out of reach.

“How?” Seamus questioned. He could scent lust and arousal and the proximity of Anise was making his skin crawl. He could scarcely believe his Chosen’s own mother was trying to seduce him.

“Sire me,” Anise replied eagerly. “Make me one of your kind and I will release Delfin from my matriarchy.”

“How could you?” Seamus hissed angrily. He instinctively changed into fighting mode, fangs and claws extending in response to Anise’s words. He caught her arm before she could vanish into the nearest tree and shook her hard. “Delfin will take his place at my side and in my life, as he already has in my heart, because he is the other half of my soul. Not because he is something to be used in some perverted game of bartering.” He shoved the female nymph away from him in disgust.

“Your choice, Seamus,” Anise hissed. “He could have been in your bed this night. Instead he will be cold and alone wondering if he will ever see you again. When the Old Ones try to make me release him I will fight every inch of the way. You know what to do to get him.”

The last of Anise’s words were a shriek as Seamus had already taken flight back to the villa. Tears blurred his vision as he sped back to his family. His heart’s desire had spent just one night in his arms and he did not know how long it would be before he could see his beloved Chosen again.

****

Wyl and David stood stunned to hear what had happened as Seamus brokenly explained to his family why Delfin was not with him. A single tear slid down Wyl’s cheek as Seamus was led away by Vincent and Gabriel while Mario and Roman rushed to start the process of alerting the Old Ones to what had taken place.

“Seamus said Anise had forbidden Delfin to see him, but nothing about any others,” Wyl said, wiping away the fallen tear. “I want to go to him. Seamus has our husbands, Delfin’s alone.”

“Let me just advise Mario of where we are going,” David said. “Then we go together.”

The dark and light Vampires flew swiftly to the forest and the place they had found Delfin. They landed silently but before either could call out to Delfin, he rushed into Wyl’s embrace.

“It hurts, Wyl,” he whispered. “It hurts so much.”

“I know,” Wyl soothed. In truth he *did*know. Sometimes the pain he had felt when he had thought Vincent dead still crept up on him in the way amputees felt pain from phantom limbs. He had not revealed this to anyone, not even Vincent. A part of him felt he would be betraying his husband to discuss it with anyone else. Another part of him instinctively knew Vincent was suffering in some way and Wyl had selflessly pushed his own needs aside to focus on caring as best he could for his lover. “I know,” he repeated.

“Delfin, Seamus has told us of your mother’s reaction. We want to help. Would your father not have some say in this matter?” David asked as Wyl and the Dryad slowly parted.

“I do not know,” Delfin shook his head. “He did not seek to break his binding to Anise when she left us or to have me exclusively under his care. She told us she would not return and he was so happy to finally be free to love Linden as he had been loved for so many years. He may be able to help. I cannot wait nine more summers, I cannot,” he added, dropping his head onto Wyl’s shoulder.

“You won’t, Delfin,” David promised. The blond was certain of that much at least. “Let us go,” he urged. “Seamus is just as distraught as you,” he said squeezing a slender shoulder.

Nodding Delfin took a deep breath and squared his shoulders determinedly. If there was something, *anything*, he could do to ensure he was back in Seamus’ arms more quickly, he would do it. He glanced at the faces of the two Vampires at his side and gave a small smile. They looked as every bit as determined as he felt. It reassured him as well as strengthened him. Looking forward once more, he picked up his stride. Perhaps Hallam *could*help in some way.

After several minutes of rapid-paced walking, Delfin suddenly broke into a run, Wyl and David keeping pace.

“Father, father,” the Dryad called as he finally stopped beneath a huge, majestic tree. “Father, are you here?”

A moment later an older Dryad emerged from the tree. It was clear to Wyl and David that this was Delfin’s father. His face lacked the delicate bone-structure of the younger Dryad, being squarer, more solid. However, his eyes and hair were almost identical.

“Delfin, what is it?” he asked with concern, his eyes regarding Wyl and David with suspicion. He listened intently as Delfin explained what had happened and how he was now forbidden to see the man he loved despite being his Chosen.

“She cannot prevent this,” Hallam said, shaking his head. “It is not her decision to make.”

“Is Delfin alright?”

Everyone turned at the softly spoken question. Wyl gasped at the sight of the new comer as Delfin rushed eagerly to her side with a cry of delight.

“A brother. I’m going to have a brother,” he said as he caressed the pregnant swell. “Why did you not tell me?” He asked turning back to his father.

“Anise forbade it,” Hallam replied sadly.

Wyl stared almost uncomprehendingly. The newest Dryad was indeed very pregnant. He was also very male. He watched as Hallam moved to his mate and stroked his hand down hair of dark honey-blond. He felt very self-conscious as eyes of bright sea-green turned to him with curiosity and amusement.

“I am Linden. Although Hallam is still bound to Anise by the ties of marriage, we are bound by those of love. Some male Dryads are carriers,” he added, his hand rubbing over his swell. “Hallam and I have been blessed that our union has borne fruit.”

Hallam quickly explained to his lover what had happened and the blond Dryad wrapped an arm around Delfin as the young nymph burrowed close.

“What can we do?” Linden asked, his delicate features marred by a frown of concern.

“I should have acted to break my tie to Anise when she left us,” Hallam said, his voice filled with anger. “My inaction has left you, the mate of my soul, without status even though you carry our child and my son denied his own soul-mate. I am going to our Ancient Ones and am going to put this right.” Hallam vanished into the tree.

Delfin stared at what Hallam carried as he rejoined them. The older Dryad was now wearing a chest harness. It held two long, silver-handles knives which were sheathed at his back. He held a similar harness and knives and passed them to Delfin.

“Dryads are seen as simple, almost child-like creatures,” Hallam said smiling grimly at Wyl and David. “And, of course, as highly sexual beings. However, we are aware of what happens in the greater world. Although we do not actively participate in the protection of humankind we have our own warriors to protect ourselves and to offer assistance if needed. The tradition is passed from father to son or mother to daughter. Fortunately I never revealed this part of me to Anise. These knives have been passed down my family line for generations,” he added to Delfin. “I would have given them to you when you passed out of matriarchy. Instead I give them to you now, in celebration of you finding the other half of your soul as Linden is mine. I give him into your care whilst I am gone.” He kissed Delfin, hugging his son tightly before enveloping his pregnant mate with infinite tenderness.

“Take care, my love,” Linden whispered before his lips were claimed by the man he adored.

“I will be as swift as possible,” Hallam said to the group that had instinctively closed tightly together. “When I return I am confident that I will be able to send Delfin to Seamus with my blessing and take Linden as my one, true, tied mate.”

For a moment or two the little group stared into the forest in the direction Hallam had raced. It was Linden that broke the silence left in his lover’s wake.

“Will you return to your own tree?” Linden asked Delfin. Despite Hallam’s words, he was aware of that Anise’s bar on the young Dryad even seeing him still stood.

“I will stay with you and care for you as my father asked of me,” Delfin said determinedly. “I wish she had never met him,” he added sadly.

“But if she had not, then I would not have you,” Linden said softly, gathering the younger nymph into a hug. “Will your friends go back home?” he then asked as they separated.

“Can you stay?” Delfin asked hopefully.

“Of course,” David replied.

Within minutes the four were nesting high in the tree on a platform liberally strewn with leaves that helped make a warm, comfortable place to sleep. David sat watching Delfin as he lay between Linden and Wyl. The dark Vampire had moved to lie by the Dryads when he had heard the young nymph whisper Seamus’ name in his sleep. Wyl’s presence had settled Delfin and now all three slept peacefully. As far as the blond was concerned, Linden and Hallam were now part of his family and he would protect them just as he would any of the others.

****

As dawn bathed the forest with pale light and the mantle of mist slowly ascended to merge with the clouds, the group left the tree. It was the intention of Wyl and David to quickly return to Seamus and advise him of what was happening. However, the group froze as Wyl stopped and whispered.

“Danger.”

Anise, her face contorted into an angry visage, appeared from one of the trees ahead.

“I knew you would do something stupid,” she spat at Delfin. “You will pay for your flagrant disobedience.”

“Don’t even try to touch him,” David growled, placing his body between the female Dryad and his family as she took a step forward.

“I am going to convene a meeting,” Anise hissed sibilantly at Delfin. “I will accuse Hallam of abandonment and demand he is forced to remain at my side, with you, until you are out of matriarchy. I will also demand that my husband’s seducer is exiled from this forest. Everyone knows that whilst I temporarily left, Linden took advantage of my absence.”

“You told us both you were leaving permanently,” Delfin said, tears falling. “You said he was welcome to go to Linden. That you never loved him.”

“Your word against mine,” Anise shrugged. “Even if no decision is made today, Hallam will have to live apart from Linden until a consensus is reached. Dryads take time, as you well know, to come to decisions.”

“You are a cold, evil woman,” David growled menacingly. “If you hurt my family I will ensure you pay the price.”

Despite having the advantage in height over the blond Vampire, Anise took a few steps back at the look in David’s eyes.

“You will be summoned,” she said before flitting into the nearest tree.

“Oh, Linden I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Delfin said, distraught.

“Shh, love,” Linden soothed. “Hallam will return and all will be well. Have the same faith in your father as I do. I would like to rest a little longer so why not show your friends your skill with your knives. Hallam is proud of your abilities.”

David watched as Delfin managed a shaky smile before vanishing to obey Linden. Wyl followed Delfin’s movements and so David knew he was the only one to see the soul-deep anguish in Linden’s eyes that the older Dryad quickly hid as Delfin emerged once more.

“I will rest with Linden,” David smiled. “You can show me another time.”

Ensconced in the tree, David gently enfolded Linden’s shaking form.

“I cannot be apart from Hallam for nine years, I cannot,” he sobbed softly. “How can I birth and care for our child alone?”

“You would not *be* alone,” David said emphatically. “*You*, as well as Delfin and Hallam, are my family and we would have you live with us if it came to it. *We* will help with the birth and care of your child if it has to be. However, have no doubt that if Hallam is not as successful as he would hope, Seamus and the rest of my family will petition ceaselessly to overturn anything that Anise attempts to do.”

“Thank you,” Linden whispered. “I know now just how safe Delfin will be in your care.” He gave a pained sound and his hand rubbed over his swell. “The baby feels my distress,” he murmured.

David quickly had the Dryad lying down and his own hand gently rubbed the swollen belly as Linden rested against him. He silently vowed to care for his extended family.

****

The summons came just before evening. David and Wyl stood protectively on either side of Delfin and Linden. David fought to disguise his anger and disgust as Anise sobbed as if heartbroken as she made her accusations and demands. She had a small core of female Dryads with her who clearly believed her to be the injured party. David wondered just what impact it would have to speed away quickly and bring Seamus to attest about the unnecessary suffering enforced separation from his Chosen had on both of them. A collective gasp had him turn around.

Hallam was walking towards the group with two white-haired Dryads. He broke away from them to take his place at Linden’s side, wrapping one arm around his mate and the other around his son.

“We owe you our apologies, Linden and Delfin. We underestimated the depth of the canker within Anise. We would have intervened sooner had we thought she would behave thus. We thought that once she had seen you bear fruit of your union with Hallam she would release him herself. We are pleased to see that your faithfulness has been so richly rewarded and sever the tie that binds your soul-mate to another. From this moment Hallam and Linden are bound as they should have been.”

“Thank you, my Lady,” Linden whispered before being enveloped by his lover and kissed until breathless.

The couple stood smiling delightedly at each other as Delfin vibrated with joy at their side. He was quickly pulled into a hug by the two older Dryads.

The nymphs who had supported Anise drifted quickly away to leave her standing alone glowering furiously.

“You seduced a Vampire and were happy to leave your husband and your son,” the second of the Ancients spoke. “It took a long time for the story to reach us but we found out that you cared nothing for the Vampire save he was a way for you to attain immortality. You thought the trees where you had gone to be fully asleep, but the presence of a Dryad woke them enough to relay the events. His family did not trust you and found out your infidelity before he could Sire you. You thought by making those around you fearful or suspicious of Vampires that your perfidy would remain unknown. Had we not been called away we would have acted some weeks ago.”

“Anise you are banished from this forest. The call will spread where there are still communes of our kind and they will know you are rotten within. You will leave now.” Anise said nothing, but glared malevolently at Hallam and his family.

Reacting to the malice he felt, Wyl moved to act as shield for the three Dryads who were a part of his family.

“If you attempt to return to this forest or bring harm to Hallam or Linden we will know and you will be punished accordingly.”

“Fools,” Anise spat before vanishing into the nearest tree.

“Now to you, Delfin,” the Ancient female Dryad smiled. “You are Seamus’ Chosen and you must return to him. However, we will speak privately to you before you go.”

****

Wyl and David carried Delfin between them, flying swiftly back to the villa. They released him at the doorway, hugging and laughing with delight as the Dryad ran inside, racing up the staircase. As he reached the top step, Seamus was already halfway along the hall, his face alight with the same joy on Delfin’s. The nymph ran as fast as he could, leaping to close the last of the distance between them to be caught in strong arms and crushed to Seamus’ chest. He felt himself be flown gently towards the bedroom as their lips met and they kissed.

“I am free to be with you, Seamus,” Delfin whispered as they stood inside the room. “Remove my white ribbon, my love. I will not leave this room still a virgin.”

Delfin noticed that Seamus’ hands shook as he obeyed the soft command. He purred approvingly as the Vampire also removed the Dryad’s clothing and then his own. Both were erect, each as equally needy as the other. Standing close but not touching, Delfin felt shivery sensations as he gazed at the man who would finally, rightfully take his virginity and claim him as his Chosen.

Seamus lifted his hands and traced the features of his lover, a hint of skin sliding across nose, cheekbones and forehead. The touch was as so light as to be shadow sensing his mate. The Vampire intended to draw out their love-play, to savour the experience and make it both pleasurable and memorable for his Chosen. Two fingers ghosted across Delfin’s ears, pinching the tips with perfect pressure to elicit a shudder from the smaller male. Seamus’ hands moved over Delfin’s hair, stroking the long strands, free from the braids that had been held with the white ribbon. The movement teased them into motion, their shades of sienna, ochre and mahogany accented with the diamond glitter of moonlight.

“Your hair is so beautiful, so silky, so soft,” he murmured into Delfin’s exposed ear. He then took the tip between his teeth and bit gently. A soft cry of passion escaped Delfin’s lush lips.

Delfin drew in a ragged breath. His body felt like it was melting from the heat of desire. Seamus’ words created erotic images in his mind, their flames consuming him. His body was trembling, aching for more intimate contact. Tendrils of pleasure began to spread, infusing him with need and want, exciting and arousing, quickening his heartbeat, his breaths, as he began to pant wetly. Hunger for his mate inflamed his flesh and the fire of need threatened to devour him.

“You are perfect, Delfin. I want to feel my skin against yours.” Seamus voice husked hotly as his hands traversed smooth, bronzed skin. Finally, Seamus allowed his hand to hover over Delfin’s sexuality. The tip of Seamus’ tongue painted across his lover’s lips, teasing them with liquid heat. “Open your mouth for me,” he whispered in a voice as dark as night.

Delfin parted his lips instantly and Seamus entered with a slow and sensual motion. An amatory duel began as each man explored with teeth and lips. The wet sound of tongues tasting each other in an erotic rhythm permeated the air. Delfin could feel Seamus’ need as his fingers traced patterns across the blond’s muscular back. The sensuality was enveloping him in a haze of desire. Seamus’ mouth was still demanding, still possessing Delfin’s. The capture and suckling of his tongue was the final catalyst for the inexperienced male who had been achingly aroused from the moment he had been embraced in his lover’s arms. He came, shuddering helplessly in Seamus’ strong hold, waves of pleasure crashing over him.

Slowly the Dryad regained his senses and Delfin lifted his head, wordlessly asking for the return of Seamus’ mouth. Seamus tongue traced a line of down the Dryad’s vulnerable neck, pausing to mark the flesh with his teeth. Delfin’s body arched off the bed as the fragile skin was bruised.

“You are mine.”

Delfin gripped Seamus’ head, bringing the Vampire’s mouth back to his neck. He whimpered needily at the open-mouthed kisses and gentle sucking from the bigger male.

“Yes. Yours, only ever yours,” Delfin affirmed.

Seamus found and teased a dark, peaked nipple, stroking until it hardened and throbbed. Delfin’s hands wrestled with sheets as Seamus began to nurse at his right nipple while his fingers pinched and rolled the other, matching the rhythm to his suckling.

“Oh, Seamus, please.” Delfin’s body twisted, his hips lifting off the bed, offering his body for the final union. As sensual as Dryads were, he realised that he could not as yet match Seamus’ experience.

“You are so beautiful.” Seamus brushed his fingers over Delfin’s swollen lips. “I want you so much.”

“I want you, too,” the Dryad whispered. Delfin opened his mouth, capturing Seamus’ fingers with his tongue to suck slowly, deliberately, trying to incite his mate into taking him. His ploy worked. With a low, deep growl Seamus moved to engulf Delfin’s spent organ. Seamus’ mouth seemed everywhere. A lapping tongue, laving lips and nipping teeth erotically tortured and teased his innocent flesh.

Seamus replaced mouth with hand to be able to watch Delfin fall apart at his touches. He pressed his thumb hard against the sensitive underside, pleased to see that the Dryad was already hardening rapidly. He traced the vein from root to tip, twisting his hand as he reached the head, swooping to lick ravenously at the pre-come that dripped free. His eyes not leaving Delfin’s face, he began to rake the sensitised flesh with his teeth relishing the barely coherent pleas from the Dryad.

An impassioned cry broke free as Seamus stroked the sensitive area behind Delfin’s sac, caressing the smooth perineum. A feather light touch ghosted over the suede-like skin and then a tender hand slid the precious orbs it contained together and apart. Seamus released Delfin’s hardness, allowing it to slip slowly from his mouth. A glistening pearl pooled at its tip as his hand continued to stroke the lithe body. The Vampire gazed mesmerized and enchanted as drop after drop escaped, slipping down the straining length. His nostrils flared at the scent and he allowed his tongue to dart out and taste the nectar of his Chosen.

Delfin was turned onto his stomach, a pillow eased under his hips as he was arranged for Seamus’ pleasure. Anxiety and anticipation added fuel to the fire that was consuming his control. Strong, capable hands began a languid caress of his body. Broad, strong palms roamed across his shoulders and down his back, kneading away tenseness. He made small sounds of pleasure and encouragement as Seamus marked him, the Vampire’s sharp teeth nipping before a soft tongue licked. Knowledgeable fingers dug into the muscles of Delfin’s lower back before moving to his buttocks. His hips were encouraged into a slow rhythmic grind against Seamus’ fully erect flesh. The Dryad felt its length nestled in the cleft of his cheeks. His still-virginal body screamed with unspoken need, underlying apprehension conflicting with mounting urgency.

“Seamus, Seamus,” he chanted, unable to articulate his desire.

Instinct dictated Delfin’s lower body rise up when Seamus’ fingers gently spread his cheeks apart. His thumb grazed the hidden opening, before his tongue teased the furled rosebud. The Dryad’s body had produced some of its own lubrication, but not near enough for the protective Vampire. He trickled some rose oil onto his fingers, smiling at the soft sound of pleasure from his woodland mate. He then stroked across the tiny entrance, letting his Chosen become used to such intimate love-play. He stretched over his mate, blanketing Delfin’s body. He nuzzled tenderly, encouraging the Dryad to turn his head, capturing his mouth. Seamus’ tongue slid forward into the dark cavern, tempting Delfin’s own slick muscle into play. He distracted with kisses as he pressed a single finger inside his lover’s molten heat.

A trail of warm, moist kisses across Delfin’s shoulder calmed the shivering Dryad as a second finger was added, opening, stretching him with loving care. Delfin could feel his body begin to relax despite the fear that still sent tingles to flit through his mind. Seamus’ fingers probed even deeper and he gave a low moan of desire. His body was ready for the final union, even if his mind was still harbouring residual anxiety. He felt Seamus’ hand close lightly around his swollen shaft as a third finger was added.

The Vampire pressed deeper into the tight channel, thrusting slowly in and out, twisting and scissoring his fingers, reaching for his mate’s sweet spot. Finally, Seamus felt a fingertip nudge against the gland. With deliberate slowness he stroked. Delfin’s cry was a sweet, dulcet sound and Seamus shamelessly exploited the Dryad’s jewel. His reward was the smaller man pushing back on his fingers, mindlessly riding them for his own pleasure and the older man growled approvingly.

Finally he pressed the weeping head of his own engorged flesh against his lover’s still-tight entrance. Shifting his hips, he pushed forwards, breaching the virginal channel, entering slowly, reverently. Hearing Delfin’s cry of joy as they united in body, he encircled his slender lover’s body with his arms, nuzzling the elegantly pointed ears. His tongue traced the whorls of one upswept ear before nibbling gently on the delicate ear-tip.

“I love you so much,” he whispered tenderly.

Cautiously, slowly, joyously, Seamus pushed into moist heat, submersing himself in Delfin’s tightness. He used his powerful legs to part Delfin’s thighs wider. He growled with a mix of primal passion and primitive possession as he slid fully inside the virginal passage and into blissful heat. Mind-fracturing pleasure seared throughout him as his lover’s hot, rippling sheath enveloped him. Seamus groaned as Delfin began to instinctively rock back and forth, adding another layer of delight for the Vampire. The bedroom echoed with Delfin’s ecstasy as Seamus angled just fractionally to nudge the Dryad’s jewel. He grasped his mate’s dripping erection and began a rhythmic stroking, timed precisely with his thrusts.

Slow, steady, deep strokes filled Delfin over and over. He had never imagined how wonderful the sensations would be, never dreamt he would feel so completed by being a part of another. Urgent moans rent the air that was thick with the scent of musk, arousal and love. Each man slowly slipped off the reins of restraint. Seamus’ thrusts became harder and faster, driving deeper into his smaller lover whilst Delfin pushed back, meeting each powerful lunge with one of his own to take the bigger man deeper inside him. Delfin screamed unashamedly. The lovemaking was beyond anything he had ever felt, alighting every nerve and synapse in his body.

The older man moaned as he fell into the rhythm, overjoyed at Delfin’s easy acceptance of their union. He could feel the Dryad’s erection throbbing and knew his lover was heading towards a climax they would share. Each one of the impassioned cries fuelled him on, striving to give utmost pleasure, delighting with each counter-move of his lover’s body. A long, slow trembling began deep within Delfin, the Dryad’s sheath tightening around the Vampire, making him openly groan. Seamus pulled Delfin up to sit on his thighs. Buried as deeply as possible, Seamus began to thrust with his powerful haunches, leaving Delfin defenceless, unable to do anything but accept the pleasure the Vampire freely bestowed.

Overcome by the constant rubbing of his jewel and the strong hand stroking his engorged shaft, Delfin screamed his mate’s name. A kaleidoscope of sensations cascaded over him and a maelstrom of ecstasy enveloped him. His orgasm detonated from deep within, his rapture making his vision grey as he shuddered on Seamus’ lap. His crème erupted from his erection, coating his lover’s fingers. Even as he found his own release he felt Seamus’ incendiary climax explode, filling his body with the Vampire’s liquid essence as sharp teeth bit his shoulder.

The rippling sheath milked Seamus’ orgasm from him and he bellowed his mate’s name as his seed branded Delfin’s inner walls, indelibly marking the Dryad as his. He eased the younger man back to the bed to lie on their sides. Seamus smoothed the tangled tresses of Delfin’s damp hair as he slipped reluctantly and cautiously out of his lover’s body. Turning him around, Seamus brushed a tender kiss across Delfin’s lips. His arms encircled the younger man, pulling him close, holding him in tight embrace.

“I love you, Delfin.”

“I love you, too. I am truly yours now, Seamus. Feed from me.”

“Delfin, you don’t understand the implications…” Seamus began.

“Yes I do,” the Dryad smiled, lassitude beginning to consume him in the wake of the incendiary orgasm, but this was too important to him to give in to the alluring pull. “The Ancient explained everything to me before I came here. Wyl became a Vampire like Vincent because he was a mortal when they fully Bonded. I am a Dryad and will remain so, like Gabriel has remained Lycan. I want that, I want everything with you because you are everything to me.”

“Relax, love,” Seamus whispered against the fragile flesh of the Dryad’s throat. He let his fangs descend and pressed them to break the skin. He tasted love, joy and faithfulness and a sweetness that was pure Delfin. He felt the shudders of the smaller man as if the Dryad was experiencing a secondary orgasm as Seamus suckled. He licked closed the tiny wounds and felt his heart soar at the look of bliss on Delfin’s exquisite visage.

Seamus nestled his lover’s lithe frame against his own, smiling as the young Dryad slipped into a light doze. They would have their Bonding ceremony at the earliest opportunity, although he particularly wanted his closest of friends present: Liam and his family, Yasmin and Ishmael, Coleran and Marten. He would ask Liam to help with the arrangements. He had waited so long for this moment and yet now he would not have changed the time he waited. He had the other half of his soul in his hands.

****

The rest of their family was yet to join Vincent and Wyl back at their home. Gabriel and David would arrive the next day, Seamus and Delfin a day after that. The three couples enjoying some time alone before reuniting. Wyl was still in the bathroom and Vincent knew he could wait no longer. He needed his mate. He moved to the doorway and gave a sound of pleasure and appreciation as the regarded the half-naked figure. Their eyes met in the mirror set over the counter at which Wyl stood, the older Vampire’s erection standing proudly, glistening wetly, aching to be buried in tight heat.

Vincent stepped in closer until he was only millimetres from Wyl’s body. He could feel the heat of arousal emanating from the younger man. Vincent took the last step, moving his left leg until it rested between both of Wyl’s, his groin resting against the brunette’s right cheek. He felt the younger man’s body press back. Vincent encircled his Chosen with an arm, and let his hand caress Wyl’s chest, brushing against two already hardened nipples with a deft flick of his thumb.

Wyl let out a low moan and pressed back again, harder this time. The word came out on a gasp.

“Yes.”

Vincent let his hand drop lower, rejoicing in the hardness he felt there. He pressed his erection hard against Wyl. In response the slender body shifted so Vincent’s shaft rested against his cleft, and he rubbed enticingly. This time Vincent let out the moan and he grabbed his lover with both arms. He held tightly as his hips thrust, his shaft instinctively searching for where it belonged, denied only by the jeans Wyl still wore. Wyl turned his head and Vincent found himself a hair’s breadth away from lush lips. He closed the distance and satisfied his desire to touch and taste which ironically only served to further whet his appetite for the younger man.

One hand fisted in Wyl’s hair, holding him captive as Vincent swept his tongue past parted lips, thoroughly exploring the warm, wet cavern. He growled when Wyl’s tongue instantly mated with his. Each kiss was better than the one preceding, until every sense was submersed with taste, sight, scent, sound and the feel of silken hair and lithe body. Vincent ground himself against the slighter form shamelessly, letting Wyl feel how much he wanted him.

Their eyes met in the mirror, both pairs darkened with desire. Wyl groaned and pressed back against Vincent as he nuzzled at Wyl’s neck. He rumbled his pleasure as Wyl touched his erection, stroking it from its root to leaking tip. He caressed smooth skin and admired the lithe, beautiful physique. Vincent watched enthralled at the delighted expressions dancing across Wyl’s face as he ran masterful hands over his mate’s bared chest and alluring nipples. They skimmed down his abdomen, over the tight, denim-covered hardness and began a slow, deliberate kneading of swollen, imprisoned flesh.

“I love you.” Wyl was turned in Vincent’s arms and the kisses his lover bestowed were a heady mix of benediction, concord and desire.

The blond held tightly to the smaller man with one arm, his tongue possessing Wyl’s mouth. Within seconds he had divested Wyl of the jeans that impeded him. He gave a rumbling sound of approval as Wyl turned back to the mirror and brushed against him, snuggling his nether cheeks against Vincent’s hard, weeping shaft. There was no doubt as to what his mate wanted.

Vincent ran his hands down Wyl’s body, indulging himself in stroking the eager erection, watching it swell further under his ministrations. He smiled and nibbled on Wyl’s neck again. The taste of his mate’s skin was beguiling and the older Vampire knew he would never tire of it. Vincent descended slowly to kneel behind Wyl. He pulled apart satin globes and licked predatorily at the tears of need that slid to meet him. Voraciously he pressed closer, tongue surging into heated depths to an impassioned cry and the rocking back of slender hips. Suddenly Vincent had to be inside his Chosen. Standing he ran his fingers down the cleft until he felt the small opening to Wyl’s body. He felt it flex its welcome under the knowing touch of his fingers.

“Love you,” Vincent murmured as he pushed inside Wyl’s body.

Wyl’s eyes closed, and Vincent could see the rapture on his face. He moved deeper to nudge the magic spot. He felt Wyl’s body jerk when he found it and could not suppress the feral grin.

“More? Do you want more?”

Wyl nodded, his eyes closed, his tongue darting to lick at his upper lip.

Vincent thrust smoothly, nipping at the fragile flesh of throat and shoulder.

“You feel so good. Feels so good to be inside you.”

Wyl spread his legs wider and bent over, his elbows on the counter. All he could think about was enticing Vincent into thrusting harder, deeper, faster and propelling both of them into ecstasy.

Vincent watched his hard flesh moving in and out of Wyl’s body and it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Wyl’s groans of pleasure and the slap of flesh on flesh joined in a sensual harmony with Vincent’s deep, low growls. He reached around slender hips, encircling the silken- smooth, hard length of Wyl’s erection. The younger Vampire gave a sound of need and desire that pierced Vincent to his core.

“Do you feel me inside you?” Vincent withdrew almost to the tip of his shaft and then plunged in again. “Do you feel me?”

“Yes.” Wyl opened his eyes and looked beseechingly at Vincent. “I feel you. I need you. I love you.”

“Watch me touching you, pleasuring you, pleasuring us.”

Wyl’s eyes were transfixed by the tableau before him. He could see Vincent’s hand moving with the same rhythm of the blond’s hips. Slow, fast, slow, slow, fast again and each time the large hand fondled him from root to tip in perfect synchronisation.

Finally the older Vampire could no longer resist the pull towards completion. He thrust harder, his hand stroking Wyl in an ever faster rhythm, wanting them to come together. He could hear the grunts from his own mouth matching the softer mewls from Wyl’s lips. Then, without further warning, Wyl’s orgasm consumed the younger Vampire. A cry of joy echoed in the bathroom and Vincent watched mesmerised as semen fountained forth from the flesh he milked. The sound, sight, scent and feel of Wyl’s release, combined with the tight channel massaging his excited flesh, pushed the blond over the edge. He bellowed as his essence filled his Chosen.

Wyl murmured appreciatively as he was laid on their bed, his cheeks parted and his lover’s tongue bathed his most intimate opening. A gentle urging and, as he laid on his back, the same tongue slithered sensuously around his emptied sac and softened, damp flesh.

“Hurry back,” he whispered drowsily as Vincent returned to the bathroom.

Vincent smiled as he bent to retrieve discarded clothing before going back to join his mate. A shadow of movement caught his eye and he froze. It was not possible. He spun around, but the bathroom was empty apart from himself. But he had seen. He had seen. It had been the most fleeting of glimpses. A large body, red skin and yet a part of his mind kept denying it. It had to. If he had truly seen, then Marcus’ imaginary demon was not a fantasy.

It was real.

And it had found Vincent.