of the bed, but wouldn’t let him turn around. “No. I want to
see your face. I need to see your face when you come.”
Christian pushed Michael gently on the chest, pressing him
back into the mattress. “It’l only hurt for a second, I
promise,” Christian murmured as his now slicked up fingers
made Michael’s body ready.
He pushed Michaels legs back against his chest to open
him up more ful y so he could work the lotion into Michael’s
puckered hole, he bent his head and took the tip of
Michael’s leaking cock into his mouth and quickly brought
him back to ful hardness. He kept licking and tonguing the
head of Michael’s cock until he felt Michael’s hole
completely relax around his fingers.
Christian watched as Michael bit the inside of his cheek
to stop himself from crying out with Christian’s first thrust. It
looked as if though he had been torn apart when Christian
popped through his tight ring of muscle. That one look froze
Christian, as the pain flickered across Michael’s face. “Do
you want me to stop?” Christian’s fingertips caressed his
skin, stoking him gently.
When Michael shook his head and his breathing began
to relax, Christian resumed his tender movements. He
didn’t want to go too fast, in case he was too rough, but
soon couldn’t help himself as he felt his pressure building.
Al he knew was that he needed to be ful y inside his lover.
Just the thought had Christian moaning. It felt so damn
good.
Pul ing Michael’s legs over his shoulders, he grasped
them for support. The look of pure lust on Michael’s face
made Christian nearly orgasm. As Michael reached for
him, he extended a hand for Michael to hold. Their fingers
entwined, their hands trembled as Christian quickened his
pace and then felt himself release. Pushing Michael’s legs
down until they wrapped around his waist, Christian
pressed himself to Michael’s chest, as the last few
shudders ran through him, and he felt Michael shoot
between their bodies. “Don’t ask me to stop, because I
don’t think I can. Not just yet at least,” Christian uttered
against Michael’s lips as he held himself deep inside and
waited. He waited for Michael to speak, but the words
didn’t come. Al Christian got was a nod, and waited
because it seemed as though Michael’s brain had short-
circuited. “Did I hurt you?”
Arching up, Michael gasped breathlessly, trying to
answer. “No, I’m not hurt.” He pushed himself up onto his
elbows, and watched as Christian began to slowly move
inside him again. Michael’s eyes widened as he watched
himself harden and Christian had a hard time concentrating
on each movement. Did Michael even realise just how
beautiful he was? Christian didn’t think so.
“See how perfectly we fit together?” Christian murmured
in total awe as he watched himself slide into Michael.
“Perfect,” Christian muttered as his hands caressed
Michael’s thighs. With a guttural moan Michael wrapped his
legs tighter around Christian’s waist, pul ing him in closer,
and Christian loved him even more than he ever felt
possible.
Fuck, Michael looked beautiful as his eyes closed.
Christian’s hand wrapped around his cock. It felt nice, and
erotic. The smoothness of Michael’s skin felt like silk
against the palm of his hand. Christian couldn’t get enough
of watching Michael as he lay back on the bed and fought
his own body’s needs as he al owed Christian to have his
fun. As Michael chuckled Christian lay on top of him stil
moving in perfect rhythm; Christian pressed his cheek firmly
into Michael’s chest, his breathing harsh against Michael’s
nipple. Again, Christian felt like he could do this al night
long. Their bodies were made for each other.
Michael’s arms wrapped around Christian, holding him
close. “Tel me you love me.” He felt Michael’s body begin
to shake with his own, desire built until it seemed he could
no longer hold it in. “Tel me now, Chris,” he begged.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Christian groaned over
and over, thrusting harder with each repetition. Christian
he orgasmed.
A guttural sound tore from Michael’s throat as wave after
wave of himself poured out into the smal space between
them. Michael’s arms tightened around him as he
shuddered, stil crying “I love you” softly against Michael’s
chest, and he found himself flooding Michael’s warm
channel with his cum.
As Michael sat up slowly, Christian slid free from his
body. Smiling, Michael patted the bed beside him, total y
ignoring the fact they were both now covered in his semen.
Christian knew his cum was trickling out Michael’s arse,
just as Michael’s was trickling out of his own arse. They
needed some tissues — something to remember for the
next time. Walking any distance with cum leaking from your
arse wasn’t good.
“Do you real y?” Michael asked.
Christian closed his eyes and mumbled, “Yes, I love you.
Yes, I want to keep doing this with you until we both hurt,” he
flung himself back onto the bed. “Yes, I would love nothing
better than to spend the rest of the night letting you screw
me senseless. Are you happy now?” Christian demanded,
not looking at Michael. He wasn’t real y angry. He grinned
as he lifted his arm and glanced at Michael.
Not surprisingly, Michael seemed to be very happy.
With a chuckle, Michael got up and retrieved the much
needed tissues before he came back and cleaned them
both. Tossing the tissues onto the floor he moved, crawling
up the bed until he was lying ful y stretched out. “Come
here.” Michael tugged on his arm until he complied with his
wishes. “Yes, I’m happy,” Michael said quietly against his
ear as he spooned against his back. Michael’s surprisingly
hard and ful y-returned erection was proof of his words. “I
need to rest for a bit, but we can do the whole senseless
thing later,” Michael wound his arms around him and held
him close.
Christian didn’t mind as he wasn’t ready for them to part
just yet.
“Michael,” Christian asked careful y.
Michael kissed Christian’s shoulder “Mmm…”
“Can you, um I mean, could you do your resting in me?”
Christian pressed himself backward. “I need you inside me
again.”
Michael chuckled against his shoulder, but complied
wil ingly enough. He moved only slightly so they could hold
hands while they lay there. While Michael gently snored, it
occurred to Christian this would be their new way of
sleeping, united as one.
§ § § §
Sebastian was furious. After al he had told Michael, how
could he stil wil ing
ly give himself to Christian? What was it
that drew those two together? It pissed him off that he just
couldn’t make sense of it al , even after he had been given
the gift of being able to see into and invade Michael’s
dreams. It was supposed to be so he could push the two of
them apart. Yet, every time he checked Michael and
Christian were closer together than ever.
The Eldren must be keeping secrets. Sebastian thought
he was missing a vital piece of information. Frustrated, he
paced the confines of his chamber. He would just have to
work with what he had.
Running his fingers angrily through his hair he frowned.
Suddenly it hit him — Michael would have to pay for defying
him. And he knew just the way to do it. It would take some
planning, but the wait would so be worth the end results.
Laughing into the empty room, he walked over and poured
himself a whiskey.
After downing the contents of his glass, Sebastian’s
thoughts turned to his other problem: the bitch. She needed
to pay as wel , but how to do it in a way that wouldn’t be
traced back to him? His mind’s eye turned to a face he had
seen since being here. It was so similar to a face he knew
very wel . Maybe the boy would be the key. He wondered if
Christian knew about the boy at al . And if he did, did he
even care?
Pouring himself another drink, Sebastian sat down and
let his mind process al of his thoughts so they fel into line
and pointed him in the right direction. Sebastian knew he
was smarter than the bitch, if the truth be told he was
smarter than al of the Eldren put together.
Sipping from his glass, he thought about the future. Soon
his time would come. Then the others would al bow down
before him in recognition of his superiority. For now he
would let the others play their games. He would concentrate
on Michael and the punishment he would need.
Thinking about Michael brought al his anger rushing
back to the forefront of his mind. Standing up he slammed
his fist through the painting of the very first Eldren which
hung on the wal in his chambers. Fury fil ed him at the love
he felt growing between Christian and Michael. His plan
was never meant to be this complicated. He had been
preparing his revenge on Christian for so long it now
consumed his every waking thought. Plans which he had
once painstakingly laid in place had now been pul ed up
and shattered into a mil ion irreparable pieces.
Too long he had waited for the time where he could
make Christian pay, and now Lucio had taken the side of
the bitch, he was to be denied what was rightful y his.
Now even the boy with Christian’s face had turned
against him, shunning al his gestures of friendship.
Sebastian had learnt the boy was visiting the creature and
feeding him enough blood to stay alive. It was the reason
the boy now shunned him. He had found out how Sebastian
loved to play with the creature.
There was something odd about the boy. He didn’t
belong here among this vampiric sect. Sebastian knew the
boy stayed mainly because he had nowhere else to go.
Also because if he left, the creature would perish.
Maybe the creature was the way to get the boy to do
what he wanted. Sebastian wondered if the boy’s mind was
as pliable as Christian’s. It was worth a try. Seeing as
though they were related and al . Maybe if he couldn’t take
his revenge out on Christian as planned then he could take
it out on the boy instead. He had been here almost a year
and he stil hadn’t learnt the boy’s name, everyone just
referred to him as “the boy.”
§ § § §
The subtle movement of Michael behind him woke
Christian. Reaching back he touched Michael and let him
know he was awake.
“I thought I better do the whole senseless thing before my
parents wake up.” Michael’s hand reached around to kick-
start Christian’s day. This felt nice, being with someone
who not only turned you on but who satisfied you deeply.
And boy did Michael satisfy him!
“Hurry,” he urged. “I want to empty into you and not al
over the bed again.” Christian pul ed Michael’s hand away
from his throbbing cock, and pul ed it toward his chest,
squeezing gently, as Michael quickened his pace. “Fuck
me,” Christian gasped as Michael came, shuddering to a
halt.
His breath caught as Michael smiled at him, “I thought I
just finished doing that, babe.” Christian turned to face him
as Michael slipped free of his body, bringing their lips
together, gently probing with his tongue until Michael
accepted him. Michael groaned as Christian cupped his
arse squeezing gently. “You better hurry,” Michael said as
Christian’s hard on pressed into his own. “Or you may not
get another chance tonight. I stil haven’t finished with the
senseless thing yet.” Michael chuckled softly as Christian
slapped him playful y on the arse.
“My turn, lover.” Christian grinned back as he gestured to
Michael to turn over. “Do you want it hard and fast or soft
and slow?”
This time he knew Michael was ready for him; he knew
what to expect and welcomed it gladly. “Hard and fast
please. I want to feel you fuck me through the mattress.”
Michael grinned and Christian’s knew he must have worn a
shocked expression at what Michael had just said.
This was how love was meant to be. Michael panted as
Christian increased his pace, until there was no room for
words. No room for anything except the sensation as he
thrust into Michael again and again. Michael moaned
deeply as he wrapped his hand around his aching cock.
Arching his back he thrust deeper into Michael as his own
orgasm built. His spine started to tingle as the pressure
grew in anticipation of his release. How was it possible this
was happening again so quickly? His gaze locked with
Michael’s as his own orgasm tore through his body.
Michael looked beautiful when he came.
“Fuck me,” Christian groaned as Michael tightened
around him. He watched as Michael placed his hand
around the one Christian was holding him with, making sure
he didn’t let go.
“I’m almost there, babe,” Michael panted.
With each thrust, Michael’s own hips synchronised in
time with Christian’s. “You’re mine!”
Pure bliss washed over Michael’s face and he gasped
as they orgasmed in unison, and slowed to a gentle stop.
“You’re mine, never forget you now belong to me,” he
stated as Christian col apsed on top of him. Strangely,
Christian thought he never would.
CHAPTER NINE
You are mine.
And don’t you forget it.
It wasn’t long before movement within the house told
them Michael’s parents were awake. Stil not wanting to
mov
e, Christian held himself flush against Michael’s back.
He final y felt spent. Michael had pul ed Christian’s arms
tighter around himself as they lay there and Christian was
just enjoying closeness for the moment, knowing too soon
they would need to part.
“We should get up.” Michael squeezed Christian’s
hands. “Or else Gypsy wil start beating down our door to
come and join us,” Michael said in seriousness, “And it is
definitely something we don’t want. If my sister sees us
naked and smel ing of sex she wil never let us live it down.”
Christian felt himself blush at the way Michael had said
“our door.” It was comforting, yet the thought of Gypsy
joining them was enough to get him moving. Wel , almost
moving.
“Mum’s bound to have cooked something good for
breakfast and by the smel , I would say it could be
pancakes.” Michael sighed, “I hope they are banana
pancakes. I love them with honey drizzled al over them.”
The sound of Michael’s stomach rumbling made Christian
grin.
When his stomach rumbled again Michael chuckled as
Christian pul ed away from him and got out of bed.
Laughing softly, Michael rol ed onto his back and Christian
knew he was watching him dress. “You’re so very
beautiful,” Michael whispered tenderly. The raw emotion
Michael’s gaze was bestowing on him made him feel like
he was fil ed with enough love to make everyone in the
whole world happy.
Throwing Michael’s jeans at him Christian said, “Get up,
lazy bones. I want some of those pancakes.”
Michael rol ed out of the bed flinging the sheet off as he
did, standing there with his hands on his hips, giving him
the most wonderful view of his naked body. He couldn’t help
but laugh as Michael started dancing to the music in his
head and thrusting his half hard prick in his direction.
“I think we might owe your mum a new set of sheets,”
Christian said slapping Michael’s stil bare stomach in
passing as he went and stripped them off the bed.
As Michael finished getting dressed, Christian placed
the bal ed up sheets on the end of the bed. “Have you
thought how we’re meant to get home?” He asked. “I’m not
sure if I want to test the whole ‘bursting into flames in the
sun’ theory just yet.”