CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
A PRECIOUS GIFT
I had been waiting for months for my son, Marco, to return with my future son. I knew nothing about the man he was bringing home, but I knew I could trust Marco’s instincts. He’d choose someone worthy. I had wanted to go to England myself, but I couldn’t leave my post unattended. I was Lord of district four, after all.
I was fortunate, however, that England was territory owned by the vampire Queen, Elsa. She was a good friend of my Father’s, and they often allowed vampires from each other’s territories access into their lands. Although all of the Royals knew each other, it didn’t mean they all got along. Ara was only friends with two of them, Elsa and Nikolai, the vampire King of Russia.
As for Marco, his travels would be dangerous because of the lands he had to avoid due to it being werewolf territory. Although, I was sure he’d be able to deal with any random wolf who thought he could take him on. Marco was over a hundred years old now and in full control of his abilities. He couldn’t conjure fire, but he could manipulate it. There was always a candle about, and once he had that fire, he was a terror. He couldn’t fly, which was something he was disappointed about.
I was happy to know that he wasn’t afraid of heights after all. His venom sickened older, more powerful vampires enough for him to take them out like we had when Queen Amara attacked us. But a weaker vampire, a young one, could die if enough of Marco’s venom entered his body. That was also discovered back then, and it had helped us win the war.
I had given him permission to feed and fuck whomever he wanted as I was not with him to sustain his needs. For him, that was just one of the perks of traveling to England. No doubt, he’d worn out many a boy’s asses on the ship. However, he was ready to come home and when he contacted me, letting me know he was on his way, I could hear the excitement in the tone of his mental voice. I, too, was looking forward to his return.
I sat by the fire, reading parchments about the new law Ara had created where he wanted each vampire to sire another. Since a century had passed, it was time for us to repopulate his kingdom. It was a bold move to wait so long, but Ara wanted new vampires that had only been a few years old at the time when we were attacked to be over a century old now.
This rule was on everyone’s House but his sons’. Marco enjoyed Rashad and had taught him a great deal. It was time for Rashad to take his own home and sire a child, as he was now old and wise enough. Marco wasn’t going to be happy to see him go, but his new brother should scratch whatever itches Rashad’s absence would leave behind.
“You wanted to see me, my Lord?” Rashad asked me when he entered the room.
I had sent a human servant to bring him home from the local tavern. He smelled of marijuana, which was a popular herb many smoked around here. A high trading item that brought Ara a fine coin in the market.
“I did, have a seat.” I gestured to the chair opposite mine.
“Is something wrong, my Lord?” he asked.
I shook my head. “You are of an age now that it is time for you to stretch your legs. Our King has set a decree that all vampires are to sire another. It is time that you become a Master, Rashad. And you cannot do that under this roof.”
I saw a bit of sadness in his expression briefly before he checked himself. It was the King’s decree and he must obey it. “What about Marco, my Lord?”
I snorted. “Marco will miss having his cock in your ass, I’m sure. But he is not your concern. He will move on and you will sire another. Is that understood?”
He nodded. “When should I leave, my Lord?”
“As soon as possible. This decree is of the utmost importance and you have the home and funds your Master left you to start your own family. And because of your time here, you now have the knowledge of how to raise your own children with a firm hand. It is time.”
Rashad nodded. “Yes, my Lord. I will pack my things tonight.” He rose from the chair, turned, then paused. He looked at me over his shoulder. “May I see Marco before I leave, my Lord?”
I chuckled. “Make sure your first child has a cock that can satisfy your hungry ass, boy. Yes, you may see Marco before you leave.”
He smiled and walked off to pack. I laughed as I thought about how much Marco fucked the boy. At least three times a night, as he wasn’t allowed to fuck any other except me, and I always topped. I’d spent a great deal of my youth having to spread my legs for my brothers. Now, only Ara, Tylendel, Vex, and on the rarest occasions, Karim, had that honor.
I picked up the book I had been reading prior to receiving Ara’s decree and was deep in the story when I felt my son enter. I placed the book back on the table and adjusted myself in the chair so I had a certain presence when my new son-to-be saw me for the first time.
The door opened and both men entered. My god, Marco must have found his twin in this brute. He was almost as tall as my son, about an inch shorter at six foot five. His hair was cropped short and his blue eyes were intense as they looked back at me. I was pleased with who Marco had brought me, very pleased. I knew already that Marco had fucked… Bruce Turner. I plucked his name from his mind, along with the image he had of sucking my cock.
Don’t worry, boy… you will be sucking my cock forever and you’ll love it every time. “So, this is who you feel is worthy of my blood?” I asked Marco, teasing him.
Marco laughed. “The only human I saw that was worthy of my fucking time, Father.”
I laughed then. “Well, let me get a look at him.”
Marco shoved Bruce forward and the man stumbled a bit, but caught his footing. I cocked an eyebrow at the attitude Marco had towards the man who would become my newest son.
“Was there a problem?” I asked.
“No problem. Just this motherfucker runs his mouth like diarrhea from an asshole. Nonstop talking. I almost returned to you empty handed, Father,” Marco said with a growl of irritation.
Again, I laughed, because I knew then how much Bruce had annoyed Marco. Well, they would be brothers soon if I liked what I saw and so far, I did.