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Altair understood, though. His hand snaked between them, wrapping around both their lengths at once and giving them a firm stroke that almost made Sven's eyes roll back in his head. He groaned, sucking harder, his tongue pressing flat against Altair's throat as he forced more of the sweet red liquid down his own.
Altair moved his hand again, faster this time, and Sven's entire body was overwhelmed with a rush of sensation, ecstasy coiling inside his veins, threatening to undo him with its intensity. Another stroke and his hips jerked upward, the muscles of his thighs tensing as he thrust into Altair's grip.
Fuck! The friction and heat…
He cried out against Altair's throat when his orgasm washed over him. Stars exploded behind his eyes and his mind spun as pleasure flooded him. His whole body convulsed and shook as cum spurted from him, coating Altair's hand, and through their connection, he felt Altair's climax too, his lover's muscles stiffening as the vampire groaned in Sven's ear, calling out his name as they came together.
For long moments, they clung to each other, holding on to the high that had swept them both away.
When their breathing slowed and their pulses calmed, Altair rolled them onto their sides.
Sven closed his eyes, relishing the weight of his lover pressed against him. "That was…" he trailed off, unable to think of words that did justice to what he felt.
Altair chuckled against his neck, sending a pleasant shiver through him. "Yes."
Sven breathed in deeply, inhaling the combined scents of their arousal and of sex. A satisfied smile curved his lips as he snuggled into the vampire's embrace and closed his eyes. There was only one thing keeping him from slipping back into his dreams. "There was worry on your mind earlier," he said. "What are you worried about?"
Altair shifted against him and Sven opened his eyes to find him looking at him with concern. "I suppose I was wondering if you had any regrets."
Sven didn't even have to think about his response. "Not a single one."
For several seconds, Altair merely watched him. Then, he relaxed and settled in beside Sven once more.
Sven sighed contentedly, rubbing his cheek against Altair's chest and then tilting his head so that his ear rested over the vampire's heart. It was a sound he never wanted to stop hearing. It was home to him now. This was home—in Altair's arms, as the vampire stroked his hair and placed soft kisses on his shoulder.
"I could stay like this forever," Sven murmured, and then he smiled at his own words. He was a vampire now, and ‘forever' was no longer an abstract concept. It was his reality, his future. Right here, with Altair.
Forever was theirs.
ChapterThirty-Two
ONE WEEK LATER
The cemetery was eerily quiet at night.
Kneeling next to the grave of his beloved mom, Sven traced his fingers over her name on the headstone before putting down flowers on her tombstone.
He was dressed all in black for the occasion. As were Cale and Kieran, who'd agreed to accompany him here tonight. Once he'd put his bouquet down, he turned around to them. "Thank you for coming," he said quietly.
"Of course," Kieran said. The dragon-shifter squeezed Sven's arm and gave him a small smile. "We were all worried about you after you disappeared."
"I was convinced some vampire had eaten you," Cale threw in. He cast a look around the cemetery as if he was expecting vampires to lurk behind the tombstones. Sven had come alone, though, needing to do this for himself, and wanting to talk to his friends in private.
"I'm sorry I worried you," he said. "Things didn't look good for a while, but I'm all right now."
Cale eyed him critically. "Did you really want to become a vampire?"
Sven looked from him to Kieran, finding only concern in both their eyes. They weren't judging; they were legitimately interested in his well-being. "Yes. Yes, I did," he told them. "No one pressured me to make this decision, I promise."
"Good," Kieran said with a nod.
Cale wasn't so easily satisfied, though. "I don't get it," he said. "You're really okay with never seeing the sun again?" He motioned at the sky overhead. "I'm sure your vampire's cock is great, but you didn't have to become a member of his cult to ride it."
Sven laughed despite the serious mood. God, he'd missed his friend. "Let me promise you, I didn't do it for his cock. Well, not solely for his cock." He grinned wider. "I'm not gonna say it didn't play any part in my reasoning."
Cale tilted his head. "And what's the rest of your reasoning?"
"I love him," Sven said simply, "And when you find someone you want to be with for the rest of eternity…" He shrugged. "Eternity just seems like a good idea."
