Page 9 of The Wentworth Vampire

Pascal pulled Mateo’s shirt off and ran his hands over his heated flesh, molding and exploring, relishing the reaction. "You need me just as I need you." He stated and ran a trail of kisses down his neck and across his shoulder. Mateo was desperate for more.

CHAPTER FIVE

Pascal was shocked at the urgency with which Mateo took him but pleased by the intensity of his desire and his touch. Pascal was nearly naked, but Mateo was still dressed, apart from the t-shirt Pascal had roughly removed. Pascal hungered for more, ached to have that round, luscious ass in his hands and to taste his beloved.

In that moment, Mateo dropped to one knee and tore off Pascal's briefs, his only remaining cover, baring his need and desire. The cool air touched his overheated flesh, and he hissed, slowly relishing the discomfort.

Mateo took him in hand, and the touch soothed and excited him in equal portions. Pascal looked down at his beloved as Mateo looked up, his face determined and controlled. There was so much more to this man than he'd ever thought.

Mateo was in complete command of what was happening between them, and that truth did not bother Pascal in the least. As one who never gives up control under any circumstance, his behavior struck him as curious but not as a problem. Without knowing why exactly, he had complete trust and confidence in this man.

Pascal caught his breath and stiffened when Mateo abruptly took him down his throat, swallowing him completely. Instantly, he fell into a steady rhythm, taking him over and over. He ran his tongue along that sensitive vein and wrapped it around the tender head, bringing Pascal to the edge repeatedly, only to back off and stay the release.

The way his body was vibrating, Pascal was unsure how he was to remain standing. His legs were threatening to buckle under the sharp sensations rushing through him.

He reached out and ran the palm of his hand over Mateo's close-cropped hair, feeling the stubble brushing his palm and stimulating his nerves even further. Everything about this man was stimulating, from his hair to his sharp stare to the mastery of his mouth and hands.

Pascal panted harshly as he fought to hold back his climax, but it was impossible because when Mateo wanted him to come, he came hard. It hit like a lightning bolt from head to toe, an electric shock of pleasure, pain, and intense satisfaction. Mateo continued to massage and coax every feeling and sensation to the surface.

There had been a small bite placed against that throbbing vein that intensified the climax and had caused a wave of attachment, a sense of bonding and ownership to wash over him. Pascal was being claimed a little bit at a time, and it was glorious. Having emptied inside his beloved had also caused a rush and a need to feed to claim to bond.

"Soon, my love, soon." Mateo recognized his need, but he obviously had plans. Pascal watched as Mateo licked him clean and then stood and removed his remaining clothes. Pascal felt every cell in his body pulsating, waiting for what was surely coming. He could see it in Mateo's eyes, and it looked fantastic.“Soon." He said it again, seeing something in Pascal's stare that told him he was hanging on by a thread.

Pascal reached out and cupped Mateo’s cheek, brushing his thumb across his cheekbone so tenderly and lovingly. "This is us, Mateo, you and me forever. Are you sure that you know who I am?” Pascal wanted this man in every way a man could be wanted, but he had to be sure that he knew everything.

"I know you, Pascal, everything that matters. I already know. The drama with your parents upset your Master, but it means nothing to me. Your heritage, I find fascinating, just as I find you fascinating. There is nothing about you that bothers me, Pascal, apart from the fact that I haven't claimed you yet." He smiled gently and placed his hand over Pascal's. "And I'm going to remedy that right now."

He grabbed Pascal and swung him around, and with a couple of smooth moves, Pascal found himself bent over the back of his couch with his ass up and his head down. "Relax, baby, let me in." His tone was soft and persuasive and hit all the buttons. Pascal felt his fingers penetrating and stretching, sliding in and out, filling and preparing him. Pascal saw the man, and it would take some stretching to be ready for what was to come. Mateo was not a small man in any regard.

He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and moved his body in rhythm with the strokes. “Relax.” He said again right next to Pascal’s ear and gently urged Pascal forward, which raised his ass just a little higher. Mateo took full advantage and began a hard, rapid, punishing thrust, his fingers stretching and twisting until Pascal thought he'd lose his mind.

Pascal started pushing back, eager to have those large fingers deeper, relishing the glide in and out. The sensationsburned through him, and soon he was begging Mateo to please take him. "Now, Mateo, now." He was not too proud to beg.

"Yes, my love, now," Mateo responded and then drove his large, hard cock into Pascal, stretching his hole and triggering a wave of wonders that lit up every nerve ending and set fire to his soul. Pascal was overwhelmed by the intensity of everything he was suddenly feeling. This joining was way beyond mere sex; it was a bonding of their very essence, their hearts, and their minds.

Mateo held him firmly in place and hammered inside in fast, short beats and then in slow, drawn-out slides, going in and out, raising the friction and the burn, only to set everything off again with a series of rapid plunges, going so deep that Pascal could feel him in his bones. He felt kisses peppered across his back, and Mateo's hands massaged his heated flesh.

The thrust sped up, pushing Pascal ruthlessly against the back of the couch as he held on, savoring the feel, the scents, and the sounds. It was perfect. He could hear Mateo panting raggedly and knew the peak was approaching. "Yes, more Mateo." He chanted, and Mateo gave more, pulling back on Pascal's hips, making each contact harder and deeper, and then he struck, burying himself inside, and he came.

Pascal could feel the surge and the heat, and it reignited the fire within, sending breathtaking sensations raging through his system. The moment was magnificent. Pascal squeezed his eyes shut and held onto the feeling and then the bite. Mateo sank his teeth into Pascal’s throat and drank a thrill that washed over him and an explosion of awareness that opened his heart and his mind. This was the bond snapping in place, sealing them together, forming one mind and one life.

Mateo had wrapped his arms around Pascal, pulling him flush against his chest, and it was a feeling that filled him with a sense of security, belonging, and love. Mateo licked the wound, and Pascal immediately turned around in the circle of his arms and struck, biting into the vein at the base of his neck, and he drank deeply. The taste was euphoric, sending his senses into overload. He continued to feed, feeling the rejuvenating properties fill him and strengthen him.

The blood of your bonded was so powerful and addictive. He pulled out and licked the wound, leaving a small but very noticeable scar. The connection was complete, the bond was set, and there was no going back. Mateo stared at him with those gorgeous gray eyes, and he was pleased. Pascal could see it in his eyes, and he could feel it in their bond.

"You're mine, Pascal. You are the Master's beloved.” He said this with a sense of pride and accomplishment, and it made Pascal's heart expand and his breath catch briefly in his throat. They stood leaning against the back of the couch and just held each other, taking in the moment and cherishing everything they were feeling.

“I know that our time together has not been long, but I know what I feel, and I know that I love you. I also know that what I feel for you now is small compared to what I will feel a year from now and the year after that. We will grow and learn and love together throughout this life. Please join me in forever my love.” Mateo’s words were tender and moving, and Pascal could feel the truth of each word. The emotions were real.

“I am here, and I will always be here. . . forever," Pascal whispered against the side of Mateo's head. It was a statement that he felt in every fiber of his being, and such was the power of the bond.

“The mansion has been cleared.” The man said while checking off items on a clipboard. The man he spoke to did not turn around; rather, he continued staring down the stairs that led to the basement of the garage. There was something there, something on the edge of his awareness, and it was important.

“The magic used to cloak the property, was it difficult to break?” He asked casually in a monotone, and his assistant reflected that tone.

“Yes, but not impossible.”

“Was it dark magic?”

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