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CHAPTER NINE

An annoying buzz woke John Berenz just after midnight. He groped around and grabbed his phone. With a yawn, he said, “Dr. Berenz speaking.”

“Dr. Berenz, my name is Aristes Ambrogi. I sit on the board of Mass General.”

The doctor was truly perplexed as to why a board member would be calling in the middle of the night. “I’ve heard your name before, Mr. Ambrogi. What can I help you with?”

“Well, it’s about your son. I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m afraid there’s been an accident.”

John shot out of bed and began dressing. “What? Where? Oh my God!”

“Please remain calm, sir. Eliot is in stable condition. The accident also involved my own son.”

The doctor’s heart rate was already through the roof, but when Mr. Ambrogi made that statement, John felt nauseated. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ambrogi. Is your son alive?”

There was a slight pause before the reply. “Yes, my son is… alive.”

“Oh thank God,” John breathed. “Where are they? At Mass Gen?”

“No. I have moved them to a private clinic in Brookline, run by a team of some of the best physicians in the area. This way, we can give Eliot the individual attention that he needs.”

“Individual attention? Please tell me what happened, Mr. Ambrogi.”

Aristes cleared his throat. He was still unsure of how to explain the night’s events to Eliot’s father. As it was, the council was in an uproar, and it was only through unabashed begging that Aristes kept them from destroying the accidentally turned human, as well as Aramis for turning him. Attempting to sound confident, he told Dr. Berenz, “I think it best if you come and speak to the doctors yourself.”

“Just tell me what—”

“I’m sorry,” Aristes said. “You’ll have to come down.”

John huffed. “Fine. Give me the address and room number.”

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No one was sure how long the change would take, but with the sudden manner in which the boy had been turned worried the council. Such a traumatic change usually caused a newborn to turn quickly, and be very unstable and violent. For that reason, they had transported Eliot to their private clinic under careful observation.

The mere suggestion of leaving his mate in the doctor’s care sent Aramis off the deep end. He hadn’t moved from Eliot’s side since the human had slipped into unconsciousness, and Aramis didn’t intend to leave him until he woke. Someone touched Aramis on the shoulder and got a low growl for an answer.

“You need to rest,” Mr. Ambrogi said gently.

His son shook his head. “What did the council say?”

“They will not destroy him.”

Aramis head snapped up and he looked on his father with disbelief. He sobbed, “They’re not going to…”

“Neither Eliot nor you. I explained the unusual circumstances, including the theft of your phone. Whoever took it and sent the message to Eliot seems to be the guilty party in this mess. Trust me when I say that person will regret the day they crossed the Ambrogi clan.”

A quiet moan came from the bed and Aramis gasped. The moan morphed into a whimper, then a growl, which quickly grew in intensity. Eliot’s eyes flew open and he leapt from the bed and into the corner of the room, panting and scratching at his throat. Unable to speak, he hissed at the two other vampires. Long fangs pierced his bottom lip, and the pain infuriated him further.

Aristes slowly made his way across the room, attempting to look non-threatening. He reached out a hand as though he was approaching a wild horse. His voice was steady and calm. “We won’t hurt you. Do you know who you are?”

“No,” Eliot croaked out.

Mr. Ambrogi edged closer. “Do you know what you are?”

“Vampire.” The word was barely a whisper. Eliot’s face crumpled and he sank to the floor, shaking with sobs.

Aramis ran to his mate and scooped him up in his arms. Eliot fought against the hold and growled, but Aramis didn’t care. As fangs and sharp nails shredded his clothes and skin, he sat and held his mate, murmuring his apologies. Eventually, he could no longer fight against his new mate’s feral strength. Eliot knocked Aramis on his back and straddled his legs.

“Who are you?” Eliot demanded. He wrapped his fingers around Aramis’ throat.

“I’m your mate!” Aramis squeaked. “Dad, do something!”

Mr. Ambrogi urged, “Let him feed, Aramis. The taste of his mate will soothe him… I hope.”

Aramis caught the last mumbled words and gulped. This could go one of two ways, either Eliot would feed a little and calm enough to be able to grasp the situation, or Eliot would drain Aramis, toss him aside and continue on his raging spree. Desperately hoping that the first outcome would prevail, he turned his head and exposed his neck.

Eliot’s glowing eyes zeroed in on the thick, pulsing artery. Without a second thought, he bit. After the satisfying pop, the sweet, thick liquid filled his mouth and cooled the burn in his throat. With a groan of pleasure, he sucked at the wound and gulped down more blood. His own heart rate began to slow and the anger in his confused mind cleared. He released Aramis and sat back, wiping the back of his hand across his chin.

Mr. Ambrogi exhaled slowly. “Feeling better?”

“Yes, sir,” Eliot replied. “Much.”

“Good. Now, are things coming back to you? You know who you are?”

“Eliot, sir.”

“Excellent. Now do you—”

A loud noise outside made all three vampires turn to the door. It flew open and John Berenz burst in, with guards attempting to restrain him. “Where the fuck is my son?” he boomed. “Those idiots at the desk wouldn’t… tell me any… thing.”

His eyes came to rest on Eliot’s terrified face. “Eliot!” he cried. The doctor made the mistake of running at his son before anyone could stop him. Fearing for the safety of his mate, Eliot tackled the human and went for his throat.


CHAPTER TEN

​”Eliot, stop!”

Aramis was able to pull his mate back just before Dr. Berenz became the latest fatality in the surreal horror story. He pinned Eliot’s arms to his sides and whispered in his ear. “It’s all right, babe. He’s not going to hurt you.”

“He’ll hurt you,” Eliot panted, struggling to free himself.

At the end of his wits, Aramis bit his own wrist and offered it to his mate, who sucked greedily. Aramis kissed the top of his newborn mate’s head and winced as fangs clumsily scraped his sensitive skin. It wasn’t all pain, though. The pleasure of Eliot’s lips on him, the steady draw of blood made him hard. He was sincerely glad his erection was hidden.

John Berenz sank into a chair, tears sliding down his face. He looked in horror as his son—was that really his son? Eliot’s eyes were practically glowing and he grunted like an animal as he committed his cannibalistic act.

After a few moments passed, the doctor looked at Mr. Ambrogi and spoke quietly. “I… I don’t understand. You said there was an accident.”

“And I told you the truth,” Mr. Ambrogi replied. “While your son and Aramis were… intimate with one another, Eliot inadvertently bit Aramis’ lip and tasted his blood. Just one taste of Aramis’ blood is enough to turn a human into one of our kind.”

“Human? Are you telling me that he’s a… you’re a… my son is a…”

“Vampires, Dr. Berenz. My son and I—and now Eliot—are vampires.”

Aramis felt light-headed and was losing too much blood, but Eliot wouldn’t relinquish his meal. “Um, dad, can you…”

Mr. Ambrogi blazed his eyes into Eliot’s. When he had his attention, the elder vampire hissed. “Enough! Release him.”

The power of the elder’s voice made refusing the command impossible. Eliot stepped away from Aramis and licked at the blood smeared around his mouth and chin.

A rivulet of red-tinged saliva dripped from Eliot’s jaw. John turned away from the nightmare before him and emptied his stomach onto the floor. Mr. Ambrogi called for a doctor, who took advantage of the human’s incapacitation by injecting a sedative into his arm.

“We’ll keep him sedated for the time being, Mr. Ambrogi,” the doctor assured him.

“Yes, make sure he is guarded constantly.” Two orderlies brought in a stretcher and gently loaded the unconscious doctor onto it. They wheeled him out and closed the door.

Oblivious to his father’s distress, Eliot body began to metabolize Aramis’ blood. One effect was heightened arousal. He pushed he body against his mate and whispered in his ear. “I need you. Please.”

Aramis was conflicted. On one hand, he was miserable for ruining—who was he kidding?—ending Eliot’s life and possibly sending Mr. Berenz off the edge of sanity, never to return. Misery washed over him and he felt heavy with guilt. On the other hand, his mate was rubbing a very hard shaft up and down his leg, and whimpering in his ear, begging him for sex.

“Please, Aramis,” Eliot whined. “Fuck me.”

“You need to finish mating him,” Mr. Ambrogi explained. When he saw his son’s pained expression, he asked, “What is wrong?”

Aramis groaned. “The truth is, dad: Eliot’s a virgin. How can I bring myself to take his virginity while he’s barely aware of what’s going on? I wanted it to be… special.”

“Circumstances being what they are, we need to think about your mate’s needs. Once you enter him and drink his blood, his mind will clear. You can make love to him again once his transition is complete.”

“I don’t see how this can get any more awkward,” Aramis muttered. Eliot wrapped his arms around Aramis and shoved a hand down the back of Aramis’ pants. “And yet the awkward meter just tipped the scales. Can you maybe go now, dad?”

Mr. Ambrogi nodded and reminded his son, “Just make sure you ejaculate inside him while feeding.”

Eliot worked his hand under Aramis’ waistband and Aramis yelped. “Somehow, I don’t see that as being an issue.”

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“Eliot? Are you comfortable?”

I stretched and pulled the blankets up further around my shoulders. When I felt the cool sheets move against my skin—my naked skin—my eyes flew open. Aramis and I lay in a twin-sized bed. His smile was nervous, and a cursory search with my hand informed me that he was as nude as I.

I gulped. “Did we… Have we…”

Aramis shifted closer and carefully rested a hand on my hip. With a shy smile, he said, “No, we didn’t. I couldn’t quite bring myself to finish the mating while you were so out of it. It was hard, though. You kept begging me and trying to bite me.”

“What do you mean by mating?” I asked, nervously.

“I mean the ritual joining of our souls by the exchange of life-force.”

“That’s as clear as mud, Aramis.”

He finally smiled a little. “It means I have to drink your blood while I come inside you.”

My eyes bulged. “Oh. So we have to…”

“Yes.” I nodded slowly and something seemed to snap in Aramis. He knelt on the bed and took both my hands in his. “I’m so sorry, Eliot! You cannot know how guilty I feel, how desolate I am. I understand completely if you don’t want me as a mate.”

He leaned forward to kiss my hands and the sheet felt away from his lap. The sight of his cock, limp against his thigh made my mouth water. He wasn’t aroused, yet it was already long and thick. My imagination went into overdrive and I picture just how much bigger it would be when Aramis was erect.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered.

As much as I wanted to talk to Aramis, as much as I knew we should discuss the situation, my mate’s cock called to me. My body sang with need, and I couldn’t resist the pull. Rising to my knees, I pushed Aramis onto his back, lifted the warm shaft in my trembling fingers, and covered him with my mouth.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Oh fuck,” Aramis sighed. He writhed on the bed and I followed, keeping my hands on his dick. It was too good. The flavor of him, the scent of his arousal, it made me ache with need. Clear, sweet fluid coated the head and I dove at him for another taste.

Kissing my way down his length, I murmured, “Mmm. So good. You taste so good.” My saliva slicked his cock and I pumped him hard.

“Jesus, Eliot. I’m gonna come. You better move.”

He pushed against my shoulder and I let out a growl so harsh that I frightened myself. I sat back and blinked at him. “I’m sorry, Aramis. It just… I can’t help it. Make it better. I’m so hard it hurts. Please fuck me.”

Aramis groaned. Gripping my ass with strong fingers, he turned me around so I faced his feet. Then he pushed my head down and pulled my hips back toward his face. I had an idea of what he was about to do, but I wasn’t sure how it would feel. When Aramis parted my cheeks and went straight for my tight hole, I howled with pleasure. I’d fingered myself before, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the experience of having a hot, wet tongue trying to worm its way inside me.

“Holy shit!” I yelled, fisting the sheets in my fingers. “Ara… Air… Oh my God, don’t stop.”

I heard a chuckle come from behind me and gasped when the palm of his hand rubbed gently against my balls. He lifted and rolled them, tugged and squeezed, until I thought I was going mad. When I was on the brink of orgasm, he abruptly let go. I growled and tried to push back against him, but his hand on my ass held me firmly. To placate me, he lifted his own cock off his stomach, rubbing it against my lips. I was wild with desire, and had no clue how he was so coordinated to be doing so many things at once.

“Suck me, babe,” he whispered. I wasn’t sure what to do. I’d never sucked a dick before. When I didn’t move, he said, “Come on, buttercup, I don’t have all night.”

“What?” I asked.

“That sounded much better in my head,” he laughed. I cracked up, rolling off him and curling into a ball, cackling. But suddenly, Aramis wasn’t laughing, and fisted his hand in my air. The look of lust on his face sobered me instantly. He once again drew my hips toward his face, forced my head toward his crotch and commanded, “Get your mouth on me. Now.”

That time, I didn’t hesitate to comply, forcing the tip of my tongue into his slit. His back arched off the bed and the breath rushed out of his lungs. While he panted and moaned below me, I swallowed him, burying my nose in the blond hair at the base of his dick. I didn’t know how I had done it, since I’d never really sucked a cock before, but I quickly discovered that not needing to breathe would make it much more enjoyable. I slowly withdrew, then took him again, not needing to stop and take breaths in between. Aramis definitely was enjoying it, since the pressure of his fingers on my hips was getting stronger and stronger.

His willpower finally caved, and he lifted me off his body. I was completely astonished. He had one hand under my stomach and was holding me like I was a piece of paper. My super-human strength allowed me to remain horizontal, like a plank. It was so surreal. A peal of laughter echoed from me and Aramis smiled.

“What’s up, baby?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Just marveling at my abs,” I answered. “How the hell am I doing this?”

“For the same reason I’m holding you like this. I could hold you with one finger if I wanted to, but it’s hard to balance you. Our strength is significantly greater than a human’s, and your body has evolved into a perfectly designed machine. I can’t wait to feel what your ass muscles are going to do to my dick.”

That statement made my glutes clench, and a string of precome leaked from my dick onto Aramis’ chest. He wiped it up with his finger and sucked it into his mouth. With a wicked smile, he said. “Fuck, you taste good. Speaking of which…”

Before I could blink, he spun my body around and sat me down to kneel with my legs on either side of his head and my ass on his chest. Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped his fingers around my cock and pulled it into his mouth.

“Aramis!” I cried. I put one hand on the wall behind the bed and thrust my hips forward, fucking my cock into his throat. He chuckled around my shaft, encouraging me to keep going, until I felt his finger graze my hole.

I froze. I knew it was going to hurt the first time we made love, and I’d tried to tell myself it wouldn’t be bad, but I was afraid of the pain. Aramis could tell what I was thinking. He pulled off my dick and wrapped his fingers in my hair. Tugging me down for a gentle kiss, he assured me, “It’s okay, baby. It’s different when you’re one of us. Our bodies don’t react to pain the same way. Just relax.”

He put a finger to my lips and said, “Suck it. Get it nice and wet for me.”

That simple command made my dick throb and my fangs lengthen. I fellated his finger, knowing where it was going, and helplessly aroused by the thought of it. My fangs nicked his skin, but didn’t draw blood. The sudden thought of blood drove me crazy and I tried to bite him again.

He snatched his finger back and warned, “Eliot, you’ve taken about all I can give, baby. Take any more and I won’t be up to fucking you, possibly for quite some time. So just control it, okay? Fight against the urge to feed and concentrate on making love to me.”

I growled softly, but nodded. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Trust me, there’s nothing in the world that feels as good as feeding you my blood. Well, nothing but making love to you, and I don’t think I can wait anymore.”


CHAPTER TWELVE

​”Lay back and spread your legs,” Aramis said.

I reclined and pushed my legs outward as though I was making a snow angel with the sheets. My body was rigid and my voice shook. “Like this?”

He looked nervous. “If you want me to, I can… make you more comfortable.”

“With lube or something?” I asked.

His eyes flashed silver and he held my gaze. Though his mouth never opened, I heard his voice in my head. “Just listen to my voice and concentrate on how I’m going to make you feel. Trust me, babe.”

“Okay,” I whispered. I was transfixed. The scent of him, mixed with the seductive words, turned me into a ball of hypersensitive goo.

Aramis smiled sinfully and rubbed my ankle. “Watch and tell me where I’m touching you.”

My eyebrows drew together. “You’re touching my ank—” A sudden spasm of sensation shot through my groin as something ghosted over my opening. Incredulously, I stared at Aramis’ hands rubbing my calf. If both of his hands were there, what the fuck was touching my ass? The phantom finger circled my hole again and I choked.

Where am I touching you?” Aramis purred into my head.

“My… my ass,” I hissed. The finger was suddenly more aggressive, and the tip pushed into me. Once again, my eyes were drawn to Aramis’ hands on my leg.

Do you like that?” he asked.

“God, yes!” I cried as something began to massage my prostate. “Oh fuck! How are you doing that?”

With my thoughts, love. I’m showing you what you desire. You want me to make love to you. You want my cock thrusting into your body, over and over, harder and harder. You want to belong to me.”

Every word he spoke sparked intense feelings in my body. I grasped behind my knees and exposed myself for my mate’s pleasure.

“Very good,” he said. “Keep watching.”

With agonizing slowness, Aramis drew his fingers along the backs of my thighs until they reached the cleft of my ass. He sucked one of his fingers into his mouth and I groaned.

“Please, Aramis,” I begged. “Now.”

He chuckled and spoke aloud. “As you wish, my mate.” His glistening finger pushed into me and I was amazed to feel no pain. There was a strange fullness, but no stinging like I had expected. I mumbled incoherently, pleading for more, and was rewarded when Aramis added another finger.

“Oh hell, yes!” I yelled. “Fuck me, Aramis.”

When he withdrew his fingers, my ass felt weird and empty, but that didn’t last. Aramis rose up on his knees and lined the head of his cock with my hole. With a gentle push, he slid into me.

“Beautiful Eliot,” he sighed. “You are so incredible. Nothing has ever felt like this.”

My legs wrapped around his waist and I tried to pull my mate closer. The coarse hair around his dick tickled me and my stretched muscle tightened around him. He reacted by pulling out of me slowly, and then thrusting all the way in.

“Oh my fuck,” I breathed. “More. Give me more.”

Aramis set a relentless pace of fucking that made me insane with lust. I drew his head down and kissed him hard, our tongues fighting for dominance while we panted with exertion. My orgasm was building fast and I jacked my cock. Aramis’ hand covered mine and the pressure increased.

“Eliot,” he said between thrusts. “I need… to claim you. Your blood. I have to have it now. I can’t hold out any longer.”

His lips drew back to reveal razor-sharp fangs descending. Strong fingers wrapped themselves in my hair and my head was forced to the side. Through all this, Aramis’ thrusting never faltered. The slap of our bodies as we joined echoed in my head and my blood pulsed in my ears.

“Take me,” I told him. “I’m your mate. Let me feed you.”

“Yes!” he cried out. He drove his fangs into my throat, slicing through skin, fat and muscle, until he pierced my artery. I shrieked in pain and pleasure, relishing the feel of his lips on me, the hard tug on my skin as he sucked, the wet glide of his tongue as he drew more and more of my precious blood into his mouth. He gulped audibly and groaned with satisfaction. The vibration of his mouth tipped me over the edge and I came with a shout. My ass clamped down on my mate’s cock and he reared back.

I gasped. Blood covered his chin and dripped onto his chest as he roared through his orgasm. As he rocked into me, enjoying the last throes of ecstasy, he closed his eyes and smiled. He drew his hand through the hair on his chest and up over his neck, smearing the blood into his skin. When he reached his mouth, he licked his fingers like a cat, growling quietly.

My mate was bathing in my blood. I should have been disgusted, but I wasn’t. I should have been terrified, but I wasn’t. I had never been so sickened, yet so turned on in my entire life. Aramis slipped carefully out of me and leaned down to close the wound on my neck with his tongue. Then he rolled onto his back and took my arm, pulling me onto his chest.

“Sorry I got carried away,” he said quietly. “You just tasted so damn good. A mate’s blood is the most powerful substance known to vampires. It will call to me now, as mine will call to you. Our hearts, minds and bodies are connected. Your pain will be my pain, and your happiness will be mine. Now that your blood runs through me, we’re together forever.”

After such a moving speech, I wanted to jump him again right there, but we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Wait,” Aramis called out. He went into the bathroom and quickly washed the blood off. “Yes, what is it?”

The door opened and I gasped in shock. I hid under the covers and cursed. Someone came in and cleared their throat. “I’m sorry, sir, but you must come back to the estate at once.”

“Antonio,” Aramis barked. “I am enjoying my newborn mate. I suggest you walk out of here while you still can.”

“But sir, we’ve located the vampire that stole your phone.”


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