Page 32 of You Will Crave Me
“Can we fuck again, Sir?” DeiJon asked.
I was no slouch in the fucking department, but Jesus Christ! He reminded me of Noel when Tylendel had juiced him up with too much dragon venom. I had just fucked him into the mattress less than twenty minutes ago, twice. Not to say that I couldn’t go again, it was just that I wasn’t horny.
“No, learn some restraint. Or jack-off in your room,” I told him.
He lowered his head. “I’m sorry, Sir.” He grabbed his backpack that he came with, looking like a fanciful five-year-old who I just told them Santa Claus wasn’t real.
I sighed. “DeiJon, my sons are coming home. I must have a talk with them once they are all here. Until that happens, I want you to ride each of their cocks and suck their cum from their balls until you can’t take it anymore, am I clear?”
A smile spread across his face and he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”
I waved at him, dismissing him, and he walked away, leaving me alone to await my children. Less than an hour later, Marco was the first to make it back. Since I was still waiting on Bruce and Donovan, I gave him permission to fuck DeiJon, which he was more than happy to do. I could hear them, loud as ever, and I smirked. I was willing to bet Marco’s massive cock and aggressive fucking would take a nice chunk out of DeiJon’s energy.
Donovan was second and then Bruce. I let Donovan join Marco until Bruce arrived. So, needless to say, both he and Marco were a bit exhausted, but well sated. I supposed Bruce would have DeiJon all to himself. So much for best laid plans. That foursome would have to come later. They were all sitting in the living room with me, two of them sweaty, but each waiting for me to begin.
“What’s wrong, Father?” Marco asked. He was only wearing his underwear and I could see the head of his cock peeking through the gap in his leg. I was surprised he was wearing underwear in the first place.
“I spoke with Ara earlier tonight,” I began.
“Is everything okay, Father?” Bruce asked.
I nodded. “I’m not going to beat around the bush. Thanks to the increase in our abilities, Ara wants to expand. We can each now create vampires with powerful immunities. So, now it’s time for you three to leave my home and start Houses of your own.”
I was silent as I watched their expressions as they digested what I’d said. Marco was pensive, then he nodded. Bruce smiled, then bit his bottom lip as he looked up at me, as if afraid that he’d insulted me by showing such glee. I’d be lying if I pretended like I wasn’t a bit hurt, but I also understood. I remembered my own happiness when Ara gave me such freedom. Perhaps I wouldn’t keep Noel and Derek as long as I’d had them. It was purely selfishness and my need to keep what was mine close to me. Ara, in his wisdom, knew when to give me the push I needed.
Donovan was the only one who frowned. “Donovan, speak your mind.”
“I don’t want to start my own House, Father,” he said.
“You just don’t want the responsibility. Grow the fuck up, Donovan,” Marco snapped.
“Fuck you, Marco,” Donovan retorted.
Before I could even step in, Marco had advanced on Donovan, backhanding him hard across the face with an impact that threw him from the sofa. He rolled to a stop and when he turned over, his nose broken, lip bleeding, he glared up at Marco, but kept his mouth shut.
“Watch how you speak to me, little brother,” Marco warned.
I arched an eyebrow as I witnessed their exchange. Marco was surely ready to begin his own House. Donovan… I was going to have to keep a careful eye on. Marco didn’t bother to help his brother up. Instead, he returned to his seat. Donovan rose to his feet, took off his shirt, and used it to wipe the blood from his face now that his nose was healed.
“Getting back to what you said, Donovan, I agree with Marco. It’s time for you to grow up. You’re over four centuries, the power flowing through your blood needs to be passed on to more vampires,” I said. Again, Donovan pouted, and his attitude made me feel like I couldn’t give him any leeway. “As a matter of fact, this change happens this week. I will be moving into my new home. Marco, I will leave this condo to you. I know how much you love it.”
Marco smiled and nodded and I was sure he was thinking about the dungeon and how many asses, mouths, and bodies his dick was going to pulverize in it. “Thank you, Father. I do love this condo.”
I smirked. “Yeah, I know.” While I waited for my sons to come home, I had time to make arrangements to sign over papers, which would be finalized the next night. I was going to give my children their very first homes to build their Houses in. I looked at Bruce, who leaned forward, waiting to hear what I had to say. “Bruce, you and Ryan will be able to move to a mansion in the district you patrol. That should make it easier for you. Marco, this district was Noel’s. Now, it is yours. Noel will come with me, taking over Donovan’s district.” Donovan’s district was closer to dragon territory, which was where my new mansion was, on the border. “Donovan, you will be taking over Marco’s territory. I have a ranch out there for you to enjoy, it has a stable… for horses,” I said, making that clarification after Marco arched an eyebrow. The only “stable” I knew he wanted was one with fuckable males in it.
“This is… I don’t know what to say, Father,” Bruce said.
“It’s okay. It’s time and I’m very proud of you. I know you will honor me and Ara with your new Houses,” I said, still concerned about Donovan, whose frown was still there even after hearing about the new home I was gifting to him. He was pissing me off.
“Marco, Bruce, leave us.”
Both of my older sons gave Donovan one last knowing look before leaving. Only now, Donovan’s expression changed to one of worry. And he should be. He sat up straighter on the sofa, his muscles tense, because he knew he’d pushed me too far.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I asked once I knew his brothers were already in the room with DeiJon.
“I—I just don’t want to do that, Father,” Donovan said.
I snorted. “I see I’ve coddled you for too long. When you were so grateful to pass your son off for someone else to train, I should have made you leave with him. I see that now. Michael and Tyler already have their own Houses and are thriving. Marco and Bruce are more than ready and have raised wonderful sons. But you… you have disappointed me, Donovan.”
