Awakened Blurb

On a stupid fraternity dare, a few pledges and I went out to the woods surrounding our University, to spend the night in the old abandoned loggers mill. Little did I know the entire endeavor had been an elaborate plan set up by my supposed big brothers to bash the gay boy who had the temerity to even attempt to plege for a place with the elite Alpha Kappa Fraternity. Nevermind that every male in my family was a Alpha, and my families donations practically funded the school.

I was beaten, bloodied, and left broken on the grungy dirt packed floor of that delapitated old mill, wondering what they were going to tell my family when I failed to return to campus. I was sure I was going to die out here from my injuries. That was until something descended upon me. From what little I could see, it was still pitch black outside when I felt like I was struck by lightening. My whole body lit up like I was some kind of short circuiting electrical grid.

At first there was a searing pain, burning through my veins like molten lava, it overtook the throbbing misery of my multiple injuries, but before my screams could reach their high pitched crescendo, I was overcome with what I could only describe as sheer bliss. I felt no more pain, I was no longer in agony. I laid there cradled against something or someone and just floated away on a sea of euphoria and happily drifted into the welcoming darkness that claimed me on all Hallows Eve.

Chapter 1

Betrayed

(Old Mill)

Seth

When I woke up this morning, never in my wildest dreams did I think that by nightfall my entire life would be flashing before my eyes. Hot tears of defeat, betrayal, and ultimately regret welled up in my eyes. I felt them as they spilled over and rolled down my temples to mix with the cold sweat dampening my hair. With every breath I took, I felt a jarring pain radiating across my battered rib cage, but what frightened the most was the fact that I could actually hear the rattling of my broken ribs. I had long since stopped trying to move any further than where my body had landed when my fraternity brothers circled around me and stomped on me the way they had planned it.

Between their feet, their hands, and whatever blunt objects they used batter not only my body, but my very soul as well. They had thought it was necessary to maliciously inform me of the reasons why they were punishing me, beating me within an inch of my life, and leaving me here to die like an unwanted pet. With every excruciating blow to my curled up body, they spewed their poison. My so called friends, the people I have spent the past year of my life with, people who I thought cared about me as a person turned into these vicious pack of blood thirsty bastards who just jeered and told me that I was nothing but a cocksucker.

A queer, a useless piece of shit, and a fudge packer like me didn’t belong among decent folks, much or less pledging to be an Alpha Kappa man. After they had pummeled me into the dirt packed floor, I was left a bloody broken mess. They took their insults even further, and I was showered by hot streams of urine that burned it’s way into my open bleeding wounds.

I couldn’t even move to protect myself anymore. None of my limbs were obeying the commands from my brain to move how I wanted them to. I could no longer feel my fingers or my toes. The overwhelming fire streaking across every cell in my body slowly became a maddening throb. I paid little attention to the little shuffling noises around me, nor did I try to decipher what was making those noises.

The only thing piercing my agony was the thought of what my family will do when they realize I’m missing? What will those bastards tell them? Will they miss me? A weak sob tore from my dry throat. My father most likely won’t give a damn, and my mother will give a melodramatic performance worthy of an Oscar award. She will garner all the sympathy and attention provided to her from her society friends, and she’ll bask in it for as long as she possibly can.

I could smell the metallic tang of my blood as it cooled into a thick black puddle around my battered body. It mixed with the sharp ammonia scent of their urine and the resulting aroma almost made me wretch, but that wasn’t my biggest problem at the moment. I was getting colder by the minute, my heart felt like it was barely beating, and I began to drift in and out of consciousness. Everything was going from scales of gray to black. No that there was any light other than the weak moonlight shining through the broken slats in the roof above me.

A puff of air escaped my parted lips, and I saw the dust billow across the floor closest to my mouth, and I closed eyes with a resigned finality. Death was soon in coming and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. The knowledge that my current condition wasn’t caused by some random act of hate, and I wasn’t attacked by a drunken bunch of strangers out to prove something, but by my own friends. Guys I grew up with, played ball with, and basically shared my entire life with, were the ones to do this to me hurt more than the life threatening the injuries they’ve caused.

I knew that somewhere out there, some religion or some wise man said that you are not to die with hate in your heart, but right now with the feeling the injustice and the unimaginable pain caused by my their betrayal of our life long friendship made me not just hate them. Hate was too simple of a word for the boiling fury that consumed what little bit of energy I had left.

I surely hoped that after I depart from my physical body that I’d become some sort of Spector, an eternal ghost so that I’ll be able to haunt those fuckers for the remainder of their natural lives. I wanted to become their urban legend, the secret that they won’t be able to live with. The one unforgivable deed that will follow them and make them live in fear and regret until their very soul shrivels up and dies leaving them a husk of a human they once were. If only the fates would be so kind.

As I laid in the dirt shivering and alone in the cold old mill, I couldn’t bring myself to dwell on all the opportunities now lost to me. I only knew my reality, and right now I was miles away from any form of civilization. No one around to hear me if I tried to scream for help. My arms and legs were useless, I couldn’t even drag myself across the floor much or less the forest to get help myself. They had smashed my cell phone and taken my wallet from me, they made sure to leave me with no identifying markers, other than my loose teeth and my mangled hands.

“Oh God, Death. Please be quick. If I’m to die like this here tonight, then please be quick and merciful about it.” I whispered out loud to the empty musty space surrounding me or so I thought.

A startled gasp excaped my lips and I was sure I was hallucinating as my eyes tracked the dark figure moving faster than I could comprehend. The thing was large and it stayed deep within the shadows of the dilapidated building.

“Wh…whose there?” The question croaked out of my decimated throat. I heard nothing but silence as a response and my eyes moved frantically around the limited range that I could see, and there was nothing there, yet there was because I could literally feel the presence of something in the room with me.

I forgot myself for a moment and I tightly clenched my jaw and mentally willed what little strength I had left and the coordination to turn over so I could see behind me. Little by little I rocked myself until I landed square on my back, a scream of pure unadulterated agony tore from my lips as my broken ribs and bruised spine absorbed the impact of the movement. Rivers of sweat and blood ran fresh from what felt like the entire surface of my body. I had to take deep centering breaths through my nose even with the fresh stench of the mixture of spent fluids threatened to gag me, as I waited for the burning to cease back into only a tense throb. I regretted my actions and it seemed like eons before my tormented body settled into some type of numb purgatory.

It took a few more deep breaths before I was able to open my eyes and what little oxygen I had left stuttered out of my abused body like a deflating balloon. Almost directly above face were a set of brightly glowing amber eyes. I was scared shitless, the face of whatever was staring so intently down at me was covered by a tangle on ink black hair. The eyes were the only thing I could see and they didn’t even blink as they scanned me from head to toe before returning to my face.

“Wh…Who are you? Wha….” I attempted to ask, but I stopped mid-sentence when the thing growled low, a deep rumbling sound that felt like it was a warning, and I immediately took keed and shut the hell up.

The thing turned its head like a curious animal and those gold orbs changed position. Then faster than my eyes could track the movement, those glowing eyes disappeared from my line of vision altogether. The next thing I knew was that the teeth clenching full body misery returned with a savageness I couldn’t even fathom.

My entire body jerked like I was being electrocuted. I started praying to every deity out there as I continued to convulse from the pain now ravaging me from head to toe. I tried to scream but the only sound only that came out was a wet gurgle. That was the last thing I heard before I was enveloped in blissful darkness. I heard myself sigh as I welcomed the gift of oblivion.

Chapter 2

Enlightened

(Vasiliy Mararov, my vision of Remy the Seth’s guardian Imp)

Seth

My eyelids felt like they were weighted down with lead and it took several attempts before I was finally able to open my eyes. I blinked a few times to clear my vision. The pounding behind my eye sockets kept me from recalling where I was for a moment, but once I reconciled with the throbbing ache, my memory of the last few hours or my recent past came rushing back to me with a vengeance.

There was nothing around me to tell me what time of day it was, or hell, even what day it was. A startled gasp escaped my throat when I unconsciously tried to sit up to attempt to decipher where I was, but my battered body immediately reminded me that it wasn’t a good idea to move at all. Lying back, I tried my best to calm down by taking deep even breaths, but even the slightest movement of my diaphragm rising or falling to allow me to draw oxygen into my lungs caused me to wince in discomfort.

It felt like something sharp was poking me in my side. It was most likely a piece of my shattered rib cage. I was breathing okay, so I figured my lungs were alright and nothing was punctured. I tried to turn my head to study my surroundings and a cold sweat broke across my forehead from the pain of my efforts.

The first thing I noticed was that I was in some kind of luxuriously appointed bedroom instead of being helplessly sprawled out the cold dirt packed floor of the old mill. I was completely clean, free of the dirt, blood, and bodily fluids I was left to die in puddling around my broken body. I was lying in the middle of what seemed to be a very large and very soft bed.

The lighting in the room was very dim, almost non existent. The only light source seemed to be coming from a small decorative desk lamp on the antique table by the closed door across the room, everywhere else was cast in darkness. My eyes returned to

my body and I noticed I was naked but covered up to my waist with a milky white satin sheet. I rubbed my fingers over the silky material and the movement caught my attention.

My eyes went wide as I looked down at my hands, my knuckles were sore, and the skin was mottled black and blue. Otherwise my fingers, my hands, and my wrists were no longer a mangled mess of dangling flesh and broken bones. I was sure that they were resembled raw hamburger meat not so long ago, aside from a little stiffness along with some deep bruising, they were almost perfect again. I kept staring at them in wonder.

My brain tried to cope and find a reasonable explanation for this sudden miracle. Raising my eyes, I looked around the best I could and saw nothing other the darkened corners of the room. I didn’t want to tempt fate and move my throbbing head to the other side so I decided to bite, the bullet and cleared my throat.

“Hello.” The weakened squeak of a sound barely made it past by lips, and I swallowed what little moisture I had left in my mouth and tried again with a little more volume this time around. “Hello, is anyone there.”

There was a sound of someone moving behind me, the subtle rustling of clothes, and the creek of someone easing up from a chair. My heart flipped into overdrive as my brain released the another memory. The unrealistic glow of a golden gaze studying me like I was some type of alien species, something that it had never seen before. I remembered that whatever the thing was, it had been so close, almost right in my face.

Yet I couldn’t make out anything of it’s features other than those unnatural amber globes staring down at me. I began to nervously sweat all over again. My breathing became choppy and my vision was beginning to blur as I hyperventilated in the middle of this posh bed while waiting for the unknown entity to make an appearance in front of me.

Although I was scared shitless, I still waited with my eyes wide open, and on baited breath to see what was making it’s way around the bed to greet me. My frantic mind had already conjured up some kind of half man, half demon creature with glowing amber eyes. So needless to say when the skinny, vertically challenged, little platinum blond boy bounced exuberantly into my line of vision, I was shocked speechless.

The boy gave me a toothy grin. I couldn’t help myself, and despite the pain in jaw caused by my mouth dropping open with surprise. I laid there gaping at the kid like a first rate moron.The slender little thing climbed up onto the massive mattress that was almost as tall as he was, and just as nonchalant as he pleased, he sat Indian style in front of me.

“Hi, my name is Remy. I’m glad you are awake, but please calm down a bit. I can hear your heart beating away like a frightened bird flapping it’s wings and the scent of your fear is almost suffocating. My Master will be very displeased with me if he comes in here and only find you all upset So please be calm, no one is going to hurt you here.” He chirped, his voice was light and it had an almost musical quality to it.

Remy’s big bright blue eyes remained fixed on my face just as intently as I was studying him. I didn’t know what to think. I had no clue where to even begin to try to make heads or tales out my current situation. Still, I found myself calming down just like he requested and I guess the only to make sense of this situation, I’ll just have to start at the beginning.

“Where am I?” The questioned barely rasped out of my parched throat.

My excitable little babysitter did a quick little backflip off the bed. His little bare feet had barely touched the floor before he scampered out of my line of sight. I heard the sound of liquid being poured into something, I assumed a cup or a glass, and the decimated lining of my throat felt even tighter now that I was focused on it.

The bright blond head quickly bounded back to my side. I watched as he climbed back up onto the bed using one hand to pull himself up. I found him absolutely adorable with his little pink tongue sticking out the side of his mouth and a little line of concentration marring his brow.

Remy’s creamy unblemished skin was almost unearthly pale. He settled himself once again in front of me and gave me another full on megawatt smile, and I noticed he had abnormally perfect teeth. They were so straight, almost blindingly white. Almost too perfect to be real.

“Here you go, take slow sips please.” He instructed in his sing song little voice as he held a stunning crystal glass in front of my face with one hand. Remy positioned the straw towards my lips with his other hand, and I closed my eyes as I wrapped my cracked lips around the straw and sucked the cool liquid into my mouth. I was tempted to suck it all in until I hit bottom, but the liquid stuck in the back of my sore throat and pooled there for a second before I drew a breath through my nose, held it, and swallowed hard.

Panting and somewhat re-hydrated, I asked him again. “Where am I, and how did I get here?”

Remy took his time in answering me as he leaned over and placed the glass on the bedside table. He hadn’t bothered to turn on anymore lights within the room. Those bright blue eyes once again zeroed in on my face and I felt like he was looking directly into my soul.

“My Master was on his nightly walk when he scented you on the wind. By the time he got to you, those who had hurt you left you bleeding and on the brink of death. He heeled you enough to bring you here.” The boy explained and I knew I was looking at him like he was speaking a foreign language.

“Why do you keep saying Master, is this some kind of kinky bondage term or what?” I blew out a frustrated breath completely ignoring the quick stab of discomfort in my side. “Who is it you keep referring to as Master and where exactly is here?” The questions continued to roll out of my mouth. He had said this person scented me from what seemed like far away and the man healed me. How the world, is this some sort of warped reality? Am I losing my mind the last throes of my death or what?

Remy placed his hand over mine and I winced as he applied enough pressure for me to return all of my attention back to him. “Etienne Morineau is my Master and your Fated and you are in his house. You will meet him for yourself in a few hours, but right now I can hear your heart rate rising again and that’s not good. Master will answer the remainder of your questions.”

I swore I was hallucinating and I tried my best to comprehend what he told me, but my mind was once again in a state of disbelief as I watched one of Remy’s dainty

hands light up like a torch. I was so mesmerized by what I was seeing that I couldn’t even flinch away from his touch as he reached for me. A gasp burst out of my mouth. I felt like someone touch me with a large voltage of electricity, and just like the last time I welcomed the darkness that immediately overtook my senses until there was nothing but silence once again.

Chapter 3

Master Indeed

(Mario Blanco as my idea of Etienne)

Seth

The next time my eyes fluttered open, I immediately realized that I was in the same darkened room, and my aching body still throbbed painfully in multiple places. My pain level dangled on that fine line of just being barely tolerable as long as I as didn’t do anything other than blink and take shallow breaths.

My eyes adjusted to the dimness and a small sigh of resignation escaped my lips. It wasn’t a dream, that pretty little blond was here, and he had spewed off a whole lot of information but it explained nothing. I was more confused than ever.

I was tempted to turn my head to see if my little babysitter was around with another glass of water, but the fear of making something hurt more than it already was effectively deterred me from even flinching. So I just cleared my dry throat, and even that caused a sharp stab of misery to hit me square in my middle of my chest.

Once again, I heard shuffling behind me and sure enough a mop of platinum hair appeared at the side of the bed followed by two enormous blue eyes blinking up at me. “Oh good, you’re up. Master is awake and he will be here any minute. Do you want a drink. I’m sorry I can’t give you anything for the pain. We have human medicine, but Master said he’ll take care of you once he awakens.”

He scampered off to get my drink of water, and I gave up trying to decipher what he was saying to me. I understood when he said his Master was coming to see me, and my brow knitted at his use of the term, “human medicine.” What did he mean by that?

Remy was making his way back towards me when there was a muted knock on the door a second before the panel opened. I couldn’t help myself as I slowly turned my head towards the sound, and all the remaining breath in my body stuttered out of my mouth.

The man that took up the entire door frame, I mean every square inch of space stood there staring back at me just as intently as I was staring at him. Oh my sweet Jesus, and what a sight he made indeed.

I watched wide eyed as the hulking mountain of a man walked silently across the plush carpet as he elegantly glided to my side. He stopped to retrieve the glass of water from Remy. The man bent low at his waist while Remy went up on the tips of his toes to listen to whatever the Adonis was saying to him. I was mesmerized by the gentle sway of the guy’s long sable locks falling over one wide shoulder as he spoke to my little caretaker.

Remy then bounded back over to my side, scampered up on the bed. “Bye, Seth. I’ll see you later.” He announced. He patted my head like I was a well loved pet, and then the bounced out of the room and closed the door behind himself, leaving me sealed inside the room with the big man. The same intense giant now sitting on the side of my bed and giving me a once over with the those enigmatic silver orbs.

My entire body tingled, but not with pain or discomfort. The sensation felt like someone was feeding adrenaline into my blood stream bit by bit. It was like liquid energy coursed through my veins instead of my blood, and the longer I held his gaze was the more intense the feeling. Goosebumps prickled all over my satin covered body, and I had to lower my gaze from his penetrating stare.

The glass of water appeared in front of my face, and long tan fingers held the straw to my lips. I didn’t dare look up at the man as I wrapped my lips around the straw and pulled the cool liquid into my parched mouth.

The water was the perfect temperature and it tasted so good I had to fight not to slurp the entire glass in one setting. I reluctantly released the straw and some of the water beaded on my bottom lip. I was about to stick my tongue out and lick the extra moisture away, but his thumb got there first and he gently swiped the digit across my bottom lip.

Every single nerve, every cell right down to the microscopic molecules in my body reacted to his touch. A shot of heat radiated from the point of contact and raced through veins overtaking everything in me like tsunami cutting a path over land. There were so many questions running around in my head, but none of the were coming out of my mouth.

I just laid there and blinked up at the stunning man like a mute moron. Although he was staring just aa intently back at me, then those sinful lips curved, and I was graced with a smile that caused my heart to flutter an erratic rhythm in my chest.

“My name is Etienne, and welcome to my home.” An insanely deep voice greeted me, the smooth cadence washed over me and a groan of delight almost bubbled past my lips.

After a few awkward seconds, I realized that he was waiting for some kind of response from me. So I quickly cleared my throat and replied, “Thank you very much for helping me. My name is Seth.”

“Nice to meet you, Seth. I didn’t take you to a medical facility because I don’t know what happened to you. Do you care to tell me why you where assaulted to the brink of death and left to die in the middle of the woods?”

Mortified, I felt the heat of my embarrassed blush spread across my face. How was I supposed to explain to this Adonis that my own friends beat me up because of my sexuality? Was he homophobic too, will he regret helping me and finish where the guys had left off? I shifted uncomfortably and gasped as my pain receptors came back online.

What seemed like a growl escaped Etienne and my eyes flashed up to his face and I gasped again. This time in surprise instead of pain. I squinted my eyes and really looked at the man. I could have sworn that those steel gray eyes just swirled with shades of shimmering gold for a second, and just like that the memory of glowing amber eyes in the old mill came rushing to the forefront of my brain.

All of my confusion and all the weirdness from talking with Remy about his Master and something about being Fated flooded my mind. I couldn’t help the thought from blurting out of my mouth. “There is something not quite right here. It was you in the mill, only your eyes were glowing. I…I… Where am I? What are you?”

My hands went to clutch the sheets and again I recalled that my hands were a mangled mess after my so called fraternity brothers had stomped on every inch of my body. There is no way I should be holding, much less gripping anything right now. Fear of the unknown robbed me of my common sense, and despite the agony of my protesting body.

I went to slide of the other side of the mattress to get away from whatever this stunningly devastating man was. The dark god was just sitting there patiently watching me as I had my little melt down.

My feet hit the carpeted floor and I went to stand up. A pain like I have never felt before shot through my knees and my thighs, but before I could hit the floor I was engulfed in a strong pair of arms and I was swept completely off my feet. I tried to struggle and wiggle out of his hold.

“Stop.” The one word cracked through the air with such force and authority, I immediately complied without even realizing it. Etienne gently placed me back down onto the bed and it was then I realized that I was naked as the day I was born.

A strangled squeak left my mouth and I went to reach for the soft satin sheet to cover myself, but my battered ribs prevented me from doing so. In utter disgust at my helplessness, I threw my hands over my bright red face and groaned out my frustration.

I felt the seductive sweep of satin glide over my heated skin. Etienne covered me from the tips of my toes all the way up to my chin. I still didn’t remove my hands from my face when I felt the mattress dip at my side.

“I don’t understand any of this.” I mumbled. I was overwhelmed and confused. My body hurt, and it was all too much for me to deal with. I had no clue as to where to even begin to try and figure out my current situation. Maybe I was dying and my mind had just fragmented in the throes of death or something. Yeah, I could go with that.

“Look at me.” That sinfully sexy voice demanded and once again, I found myself responding to it without another thought. I slowly brought my hands down and raised my eyes up to his mesmerizing gaze.

There should be some kind of law in nature for creating someone so breathtakingly beautiful. Etienne’s hair cascaded in thick dark brown almost black waves past his collar. He was taller than average, maybe 6’4 or 6’5, and just as broad.

His chiseled features looked like they were sculpted by the hand of god himself. The man was packing some serious muscle under his black slacks and black button up shirt, and oh god, even his scent was alluring. The scent if sandalwood a fresh clean man always did it for me.

Etienne tilted his head to the side and those gray eyes assessed my face. “It seems that I am going to have to answer your questions in order for you to calm down enough to answer mine.”

I continued to hold his hypnotic gaze as I nodded my head in response to him. The big man took his eyes off me for a moment. He flicked an imaginary piece of lint off the knee of his pants before his gaze flicked back up to mine and held me completely immobilized.

Another gasp escaped my throat, goosebumps spread across the surface of my skin, and I couldn’t do a thing to keep my jaw from dropping as I gaped open mouth at the man in front of me. Etienne’s eyes were now glowing with that eerily familiar amber light, and when his luscious lips parted to smile at me, his canines had lengthened and they gleamed even with the dim lightening in the room. A dangerous looking set of fangs with pinpoint tips.

“You asked me what I am, and the answer to that question my sweet, I am a vampire amongst other things, and you my beautiful boy. You are my fated one” He stated, just as casually as if he was telling me he was a doctor and not some supernatural creature I had thought up until now never truly existed.

Blinking up at him, I knew I heard what he said, and I damn sure could see it with my own two eyes, but the words still left my mouth because I just couldn’t comprehend what he had just revealed to me. I could hear my own shaking voice tentatively ask, “Wait, what?”

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Sergio Carvaj as my idea of Seth)

Etienne

Even with those atrocious bruises marring his angelic face, my fated was still the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. His shock and confusion at my words was plain as day in those expressive golden brown eyes. An anger like no other boiled through my blood at those who dared to lay a finger on my beloved. I will find out who did this to him, and they will pay dearly for their ultimate mistake.

Who would have thought that after living, or I should say existing for nearly two thousand years, that I would find the one soul destined for me on a leisurely walk on the grounds of my estate. I had risen at sunset as usual and after Remy filled me on the day’s events, and brought me reports of my multiple businesses. I had fed from one of my many servants and decided to take a walk in my meticulously groomed gardens.

It had been windy out, and the frigid air had promised a hint of rain. As the breeze ruffled through the trees in surrounding the forest of my home, it had also carried scent of something so alluring, I had no choice but to follow the hint of that delicious fragrance to its source. Before I could even alert my guards, I was off, my speed had quickly carried me through the dense overgrowth and the clustered foliage to the source of that mouth watering essence.

Even with my enhanced abilities, it still took me over an hour to reach the old dilapidated mill situated deep with the forest not far from the human University. The night had gotten even darker and then the rain had started to fall from the sky like a solid wall of water was being poured from the heavens.

The deluge wasn’t enough to wash away the unmistakable scent of warlocks. The area had reeked of them, a young set and very diluted brand of witches, but warlocks none the same. I had let my vampire free in case of threat of danger as I crouched behind the line of trees and let my senses reach out around the surrounding area.

The wind had shifted and a burst of raindrops splashed my face and there it was again, stronger than the stench of half witches with the metallic sweetness of blood in the air.

I heard nothing but the gurgling breath and pitiful half groans and half whimpers coming from the mill. My careful gaze hadn’t picked up no movement in the surrounding area, and I had been alone other than the source of the alluring fragrance coming from inside the old ramshackle cabin.

My vampire had given me no other option, it had scented blood and possibly something more. It had taken off across the clearing. I had kept myself shrouded in darkness. I’d effortlessly scaled the side of the building, flipped my body up onto the roof and used one of many holes to slide inside and drop soundlessly onto the cracked slabs of wood, all that was left of the floor in the shack.

My eyes had scanned the room, although it was pitch black. The rain clouds had long since casted a shadow over the moon, but for me, I could still see as if it was bright as if it was noon time outside. Through the dust and debris my gaze had zeroed in on the source of the smell that had drawn me all the way out here.

What I had seen crumpled on the ground a few yards away from me should have made me recoil with disgust, but again over ammonia like odor of urine, amongst other things, the sweet scent of blood called to me. It wasn’t the call of hunger, it was something stronger and I had cautiously made my way around the room, holding to the shadows because whomever this person was, they had obviously been in pain and on the brink of death.

When I’d come face to face with the half dead person on the floor, they’d groaned and opened their eyes and the glint of gold flashing for a brief second in the young man’s eyes. I had looked into the eyes of my fated and he had been a breath away from dying. My senses had gone haywire. I had rushed to his side, right as he decided to pass out. In a sense it had been a blessing that he was rendered unconscious. I had kept a careful watch on his breathing and heartbeat as I quickly assessed his injuries.

His poor hands hand been mangled beyond recognition. His broken bones had pierced through the flesh and they caused most of his blood loss. Without a care in the world, I used my fangs and ripped my wrist open and bathed his deformed limbs in my blood. I gently used my fingers to work his hands back in shape as his bones and flesh knitted slowly repairing the damage.

By the time I had gotten him home the bleeding was no longer a concern, his hands were once again perfect. Enough of my blood had gotten into his system to heal the major damage but it wasn’t enough. For him to be healed completely, he would have to drink from me. So I had Remy arrange a guest room, and my fated was bathed and put to bed for some much needed rest.

I had spent hours watching him sleep before his scent and the call of his blood became too overwhelming for me to remain in the same room with him. Still, I refused to leave his side until the first rays of dawn peeked over the lawns of my estate. Remy had come in and more or less kicked me out of the room. I needed to be in peak condition in order to provide for my fated, so with strict orders not to be disturbed, I departed without protest to seek my own rest.

I awakened this evening long before I needed to be up and about, but the thrill of having my mated under my roof proved to be too much. I got out of bed, showered, dressed, and gorged myself on several servants in preparation to feed and heal my little love. I found that their blood was no longer appealing after scenting the ambrosia coursing through my beloved’s delectable body.

Now, here I am sitting here looking into his battered but beautiful face after revealing what I am to him. I had to admit, other than his confusion, he seemed to be taking the bomb I just dropped pretty well, unless it was a delayed reaction. I was never one to beat around the bush or sugar coat anything.

He is my other half and he needed honesty first and foremost if he is going to be by my side for all eternity. I can only pray that he accepts his fate, the alternative is too grim and desolate for me to even contemplate. From this point on, my life will be nothing, worth nothing if he rejects me. A vampire’s fated cannot be compelled, and in all honesty, if I could compel him, I wasn’t bastard enough to do that to him. Seth has to willingly choose me. He has to choose to be become an immortal, to give up his human life for the life of a vampire.

I watched his elegant fingers nervously pluck at his covers before he suddenly stopped and carefully brought his hands up and studied them. His questioning gaze suddenly flicked back to my face. Those golden orbs were alight with questions.

“Yes precious, I healed your hands. You would have lost too much blood before I could bring you here.” I quietly whispered, keeping my voice soft and soothing. This is a lot of information for my little one to process in his present state.

He cleared his throat, and I could his heart pounding away. “I…I don’t know what to…to say. You say you are a vampire and you heeled my hands. Why not the rest of me? How can you even exist? I…” He stopped and stared imploringly up at me. I almost lost my train of thought as I gazed into the shimmering pools of those big brown eyes.

“Humans are not the only beings to inhabit this great big world. All those legends and myths of mysterious creatures had to come from somewhere. We just choose to remain in solitude, in peace, and protection amongst our own kind. Humans tend to viciously dissect and destroy what they don’t understand, or what they perceive as a possible threat to their way of living. It is the way we survive.” I drew an unnecessary breath and brushed a lock of his soft hair away from his face

“There are circumstances when we have to reveal what we are to a human, and this is one of them, possibly the most important one of all. You may not understand it, but the only way I can explain it is that there are souls that are made to be together. Whether one of them is an immortal and the other is human. Fate has destined that the two shall meet and become one. With vampires it is aptly termed, being fated, and you my sweet are my fated one. I have waited almost two thousand years for you, and here you are. It kills me that the only way I found you is through an almost fatal assault. I know all this is strange to you right now, but I hope you understand my explanation. I need to heal the rest of your injuries and we have much more to discuss.”

Seth just continued to look up at me with his wide eyed stare. I watched his internal struggle play through his pretty eyes. Every emotion he was going through reflected in them, and it almost killed me to sit and patiently wait for his response. Just as I was about to open my mouth and ask about his feelings and thoughts, those dark eyes flickered away and then quickly returned to my face.

“Show me again.” He whispered, but I heard him loud and clear.

I had a feeling I knew exactly what he wanted me to show him, but I needed to make sure I wasn’t making any assumptions. I didn’t want to end up scaring him half to death. He was already anxious and I didn’t want his fear, I wanted his love.

“Be specific, my fated. What do you want me to show you?” I leaned over and purred the question in his ear. A smirk of satisfaction curved my lips when I heard his breath hitch for a moment before he blew out a gust of air.

I leaned back to look down into his gorgeous face. The redness and discoloration of his injuries took nothing away from how absolutely stunning he was. I couldn’t wait to feel his lips on me as he suckled my very essence into his body. My cock instantly filled at the mere thought of it.

My little fated one dragged me out of my lascivious thoughts when he softly whispered. “I want to see your vampire form or whatever you call it. I only got a fleeting glimpse the last time. I want to truly see you.”

I took his hand in mine and replied, “As you wish, precious, but remember that you have nothing to fear from me. I will never hurt you. I cannot without hurting myself.”

He gave me a slight nod and I closed my eyes and will my beast forward. I felt my fangs descend, and I felt the sharpness of my senses as they become more attuned to my surroundings. Seth scent instantly punched through my system and I had to lock all my muscles in place to keep myself from ravishing him.

My vampire needed him in the worst way, the desire to make him mine was rising higher with each encounter with my inner self, but I refused to give the beast free reign. I opened my eyes, I already know that they were glowing bright with the excitement of being so close to my beloved. I parted my lips to let him see my sharp, lengthened canines.

Seth surprised the hell out of me when he tentatively raised a trembling hand towards my face. His pointed a slender finger and used his soft fingertip to gently trace one of my sensitive fangs. Fuck me, a growl of ecstacy ecaped my lips as my cock hardened even more and throbbed between my legs. I had to clamp every muscle in place and remain absolutely still. My baby was playing with fire, and he wasn’t ready yet for the burn that accompanied it.

Chapter 5

Seth

(Seth’s room)

I was staring directly into Etienne’s shimmering amber eyes. Hell, I was even presently touching the hypnotizing vampire’s razor sharp incisors. With the physical facts of his nature in front of me, I had no choice but to believe what he was telling me. He’s a honest to goodness vampire, and he said that I am his fated one. I needed to get some clarification on that, although I already had a pretty good idea of what he meant by that shocking statement.

Right now, the pain from my injuries took priority over everything else. They were beginning to reach the point of being unbearable. Etienne said he had heeled my hands before bringing me to his home, but I have no recollection of how he did it.

I remembered asking him earlier how he was going to heal the rest of my injuries, but I definitely got sidetracked with the revelation of what he is. So that particular question had gone unanswered at that time, but not anymore. If he could take this agony away, I was all for it. “Um…you said that you healed my hands, and you can heal the rest of my injuries. Can you explain how that’s possible? How does it work?” I stumbled over the questions, trying to get the terminology right, but I gave up, this was all so overwhelmingly new to me.

The big vampire took pity on me. He placed a thick finger over my lips, effectively silencing my bumbling words, and despite the uncomfortable aches riddling my insides, I wanted to run my tongue over the thick digit and pull it into my mouth, just to get a little taste of him.

“You may not like the answer I’m going to give you beautiful, especially if you are the squeamish type.” Etienne declared in that oh so sinfully sexy voice of his. Listening to him speak was like having someone shoot me up with pure adrenaline.

He removed his finger from my lips and a whine of protest at the lost of contact with him almost bubbled out of my mouth, but I caught myself in time. I didn’t want to further embarrass myself in front of this walking sex god.

“It all comes down to my blood, sweetness. A vampire’s blood has the ability to heal all of your human injuries within a few minutes, even the life threatening ones. It also has the ability to convert you, to change you into a vampire as well, but we will talk about that ritual at another time. That is, if you choose accept me as your fated.” His warm breath washed over my heated cheeks while he looked at me like I was everything he has ever wanted in this world.

It was a heady experience knowing this man believed the fate’s cosmic design was for me to belong solely to this luscious vampire, and he in turn belongs me. I should be scared shitless. I should be questioning the man like he was perpetrator, and I’m was the investigator handling his interrogation. But instead little romantic heart was fluttering away like hummingbird’s wings.

I found it absolutely mind boggling that someone as perfect as Etienne could possibly want to be with little old boring me. I peeked up at him from under my lashes, and saliva pooled in my mouth. The idea of drinking from him, and the assumption of how I’m supposed do it had tendrils of desire teasing my heavy balls.

On the other hand, sweeping my lustful desires to the side, I was concerned about Etienne’s vague comment in regards to converting me into becoming a vampire as well. The statement had me staring at him like he was the eighth wonder of the world. This was just too much for me to comprehend in such a small space of time. My erratically fluctuating emotions were threatening to drive me bat shit crazy. I decided to put it all to the back of my mind because I really couldn’t stand to be in my own skin anymore, I hurt so bad.

“It’s alright precious, let me take your pain away.” Etienne soothed, he must have figured out what I was going to ask him before I could even form the words. “ As I was saying, you’re going to have to ingest my blood. There are two ways to do this. I can open a vein and you can drink directly from me, or I can have my blood mixed with a beverage of your choice.“ He nonchalantly ticked off my options on his long fingers.

“I know you must have a million questions running around in that pretty little head of yours, but let me take care of the damage that was done to your body, baby. Then, I can give you all the answers you need. Tell me, how do you want to do this?” Etienne inquired, he used one of his thumb to gently caress the back of my hand.

Knowing that he was waiting for my decision didn’t help me in the least as my mind tried to come to terms with the series of events that has brought me to this unexpectedly unreal moment in my life. In the space of less than twenty-four hours, I’ve been brutally attacked and left for dead.

Then, I was miraculously saved by a being that should only exist on the silver screen or in story books. Not only was he otherworldly, he is supposed to be made just for me as I was for him. My mind kept spinning these turn of events around like an old vinyl record on a turntable.

“I understand our situation is hard for you to wrap your head around, but if you don’t believe anything I’ve revealed to you tonight believe this, my fated. All I want to do is to take care of you in the manner of which only my mate deserves. Let me help you, heal you so that we can concentrate on getting to know one another. I have waited a very long time for you, and now that I’ve found you, I will do whatever it takes to have you at my side. I want to know everything about you, especially what’s making those gorgeous eyes of yours cloud over like they are doing now.” He matter-of-factly stated, and my gaze flicked up to meet his now molten mercury orbs.

He was looking at me with such earnest sincerity that any doubts I was hanging onto at the moment fled right out my head, and I thought, “why the hell not? If Etienne wanted me as much as I was attracted to him, then so be it.” With my decision made, my throat was still clogged with a sense of anxiety, so all I could manage in a way of response was a brief nod of my head, giving him the permission he needed to do what he had to do to help me get better. God, I was going to give myself a migraine on top of everything else with how fast my thoughts kept switching gears.

Now, with my decision made, I was wondering first and foremost, what is he going to taste like? Am I going to grossed out and puke the blood back up all over the man, or am I going to enjoy it. Deep down I had a feeling that it was the latter, if I took his first option then drinking his blood will involve putting my mouth somewhere on this man’s deliciously big body, and I had to admit that I was all for it.

A small gasp of surprise rushed past my slightly parted lips followed by a grunt of pain when two strong arms lifted me, sheet, and all off the bed. Etienne crooned words of comfort in my ear as he sat down and settled back onto the bed. He swung his long legs up, crossed them in front of him, and leaned his broad back against the headboard. My face flushed to almost thermonuclear proportions as he gently seated me in the cradle of his lap. I could feel his rigid cock press against the rounded cheeks of my ass. He was fully erect and I almost swooned with the evidence of his desire for me, the length and width of his impressive member caused my entrance to clench with both anxiety and excitement all at once.

Etienne tilted my head back until my cheek was pressed against his shoulder, right at the junction where his neck curved into his shoulder. Fire shot through my chest as it expanded, and I didn’t pay it any attention because this man smelled so good. I had no choice but to draw his scent deep into my lungs and savor the very essence of it. He smelt fresh and clean, with an underlying spice added to skin. His own signature fragrance that made my mouth water and my shaft twitch under the blanket.

By this time, I became very conscious of the fact that I was naked as the day I was born underneath the thin sheet, and my face fired up with a furious blush all over again.

“Alright precious, don’t faint on me, okay. Just drink until I tell you to stop.” Etienne instructed, his warm breath tickled the hair on top of my head.

Wide-eyed and as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I watched in fascination as Etienne opened the front of his button down shirt. I fought the urge to squirm and wiggle my butt all over that glorious piece of equipment he was packing. He kept going until his shirt parted and the sculpted contours of his upper body was revealed to my greedy eyesight.

Oh my God, this man was perfection personified. My gaze followed his hand as he raised it up to his neck. My eyes went even wider when I watched his pointer fingernail grow into a wicked looking talon. He dug into his flesh and slashed the side of his neck, a rivulet of thick, bright red blood flowed from the wound.

“Drink, baby.” Etienne used his free hand to guide my face towards his throat. I emptied my mind and blocked my thoughts about what I am about to do and sealed my lips over gash in his neck. I felt the warm liquid pool on my tongue before I closed my eyes and willed myself to swallow his blood.

Good Lord, it slid over my taste buds and slipped down the back of my throat with ease. My skin instantly warmed like I had stepped out of the darkness into direct sunlight. A rush of heat started at the tips of my toes and flashed burned up the length of my body until I was fighting to get out from underneath the sweltering folds of the sheet. I got my arms free and I didn’t even realize when I turned my entire body around to face him. I straddled his lap, wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, and clung to the man like his second skin.

I had no idea I was groaning in delight as I greedily sucked his delicious blood into my mouth. God, the taste of him like was nothing I could have ever imagined. It was like liquid sin and sweet ambrosia mixed together. There were no words available to describe what I was feeling. My heart pounded away in my chest and a sheen of sweat coated my overheated body. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough to him. I felt this desperate need for Etienne, and I crushed myself against his body, whimpering and mewling as I gulped his blood.

At first, I didn’t hear him when he asked me ease back. My mind and my body protested against his request. I wanted more, it was too soon to give up the honeyed nectar that was his very life force. It wasn’t until I felt Etienne’s large hands at the back of my head, his fingers speared through my hair, and he pulled me away from his throat. I watched in distress as the gash closed in on itself.

My fingers dug into his rock hard shoulders as I tried to fight my way back to my treat, but he effortlessly held me in place until I regained my senses. I shook my head and tried to dispel the high I was feeling.

“I know baby, just settle down for a second. It’s called the blood high between mates. If I were to bite you and sip on your blood, I would end up feeling the same way you do right now. So my sweet, no sudden movements, because I am sorely tempted to take what’s mine.” He purred in my ear.

His breath brushed the outer shell of my ear and my hips jerked forward on their own volition. I released a ragged breath as my shaft gently rubbed over the ridges of his cut abdominals. The involuntary movements was not enough to set me off, but just enough friction to make my member feel nice. My fluctuating emotions settled and a sense of peace settled over me and with it, then there was the realization that absolutely nothing hurt anymore.

A gasp of surprise pushed past my lips as I wiggled my toes and fingers. My hands patted down my chest and sides as I inhaled deeply without so much as a twinge of pain to my ribs. I was assaulted all over again with his unique scent. I peeked up at him from under my lashes, and the look of raw desire on his face had me freezing on the spot.

With my sudden lack of movement, I suddenly became aware of the exact position I found myself in. The sheet I was wrapped in to protect my nudity was bunched around my waist. My bare chest was on full display, and that was not the worst of it. I was sitting, more like straddling his thick thighs, facing him, my legs wide open and his denim covered length was nestled into the crease of my exposed butt cheeks. My wayward hips once again took matters into their own hands, they rocked slightly back and forth, effectively rubbing myself against the length of his thick shaft.

“Be still, please precious and just relax. It takes nothing for me to lose my clothes. The fact that you are blood drunk and I am fully clothed is the only thing preventing me from burying myself in your deliciously hot ass.” He hissed, as his big hands firmly gripped my hips and held me in place.

“You are nowhere near ready for me yet, love. Now rest and let my blood work it’s magic to make you all better.” He crooned, as he pulled me closer into his massive chest. I snuggled in and rested my head on his muscled shoulder.

I readily complied to his wishes and I went completely limp against his much larger frame. I was still a little overwhelmed by the multitude of sensations my system has gone through so far. I found myself wanting this man to the point of insanity. I must be insane or close to losing my mind to feel this strongly about an absolute stranger, fated mate or not. Maybe if I went to sleep and let this day go. Hopefully when I wake up then maybe just maybe everything will make more sense to me. So, with that thought in mind, and feeling absolutely no discomfort whatsoever. I let the warmth of Etienne’s big body and the feel of his fingers carding through my hair lull me into a peaceful slumber.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Etienne

(The Bunnies..lol)

The air shimmered behind me and the Jacques’ earthy sent mixed with a hint of his expensive cologne alerted me of his entry into my study. Any other time, the beings in my coven would have to ask my permission to enter, before taking the liberties of just presenting themselves in front of me without warning. Let’s just say those who have tried are either still healing from near fatal injuries or dead depending on who dared to test my patience.

It’s always been my birthright, I am well aware of who I am and of what I am, and so are they. I am an ancient Vampire who has seen to much in my multiple lifetimes and leader of my extensively large coven. I’ve had to rule with an iron fist, paranormals respect intellect and strength, survival of the fittest and all that. I’m also an obscenely wealthy businessman with enemies both human and paranormals alike in the business world.

That is why my inner circle consists of only those I can trust with my very life, and now with the life of my fated one. I am still reeling from the fact that I almost lost him before I even got the chance to know that he existed. That is why Jacques is standing at back unharmed and patiently waiting for my attention. I had sent my best friend, the head of my protection detail himself to find out what he could about the circumstances that put my beloved almost at death’s door.

“Jacques, what do you have for me?” I asked as I turned my gaze away from the view of my estate’s gardens and made eye contact with my friend.

“Bonsoir (Good evening), Etienne. I have some very intriguing new for you my friend.” Jacques stated a he took a seat in the plush chair facing my massive black lacquered desk.

After settling my large frame into the comfort of the leather wing chair behind my desk I crossed my legs and patiently waited for Jacques to share whatever information he had managed to procure for me. I didn’t care how he retrieved the information. I just needed to what it is and how accurate was the source. I hoped he had wrung the information from someone in the group that had harmed Seth, but I didn’t smell any of the guilty parties scent on him. I had memorized everything about that night because those who were involved on laying a finger on my fated will die an agonizing death at my own hands soon and very soon. I just needed to know all the players in the game. No one inflicted that kind of fatality on someone without reason.

It was more than just a gay bashing, it was more than an act of hate. It was deliberate, it was brutal attack that, thank god had failed to achieve the obvious purpose of murdering my beloved. My body shuddered with revulsion at just the thought that if I had been mere minutes later than what I had already been in arriving to that dilapidated old mill, I might have lost the one being the fates had made just for me.

The pain that I had experienced that cold dark night slashed through my chest as if I was reliving discovering Seth in such a state that night. My mind vividly recalled following my mate’s alluring scent, the call of his spilled blood, only to find him bruised, battered, and near death. He had been barely hanging on the fragile thread of his life force. Seth’s whole aura had been shrouded in unimaginable pain and utter despair when I’d finally found him in an alarming large pool of his own blood.

“Eh, Etienne, I can feel your discontent mon ami (my friend). Let it go, you got to him in time. That is what’s important. Now, as for the reasons why. I glimmered some of the students and found out some very interesting news. One of the girls I’d glamoured is romantically involved with one of the young men who was involved in committing that heinous act of attempted murder of your fated. A young warlock, Morgan’s nephew to be exact.”

With a knowing raised eyebrow, he continued. “It seems that your fated is a descendant from a very powerful line of witches. It is rumored that if Seth is related to who they say he is related to then he is destined to not only be a wizard with enormous power and influence in the paranormal world, but he will not come into those powers until he is mated.”

“Who is he related to, I am sure you know that much.” I prodded in hopes that he got on with the information I needed to make sense of this perplexing turn of events.

“When I found and interrogated Morgan’s nephew, it was revealed that Seth is the great grandson of none other than your granmere’s (grandmother’s) best friend, Antoinette, the seer witch herself. All paranormals know the foretelling of how an offspring from her line is destined to ignite peace between the warlocks and the vampires, and settling the fight for supremacy within the paranormal empire.” Jacques flicked an imaginary piece of lint from his expensive trousers.

“The old grievances between the two factors are supposed to be settled and we are supposed to join forces and govern all paranormals. It seems that Morgan believes that a fated mating between the head families of both the vampire coven and the warlock coven is supposed to bring about that treaty, and whomever is the alpha of that pairing will be the most powerful leader to ever be in existence. So needless to say that will be you, if that old tale is correct. So old Morgan somehow found out that your fated carries Antoinette’s blood and is your destined and maybe the catalyst to bring about this treaty he obviously doesn’t want.” Jacques sat back with a smug smile of satisfaction on his face. Like he didn’t just turn my world on it’s axis.

Before I could open my mouth to have any kind of reaction to my friend’s words. There seemed to be some kind of commotion going on out in the hallway seconds before my study door was thrown open. I jumped to my feet and Jacques had immediately taken a protective crouch on top of my desk, fangs bared, and his very intimidating set of claws on full display as a bundle of white bed linens came scurrying through the door followed by a small herd of fluffy white bunnies. Then a very flustered Remy who was fully flushed in his impish face, frantically waving his hands in the air as he babbled away at a mile a minute about calling me and suddenly rabbits.

My scenes were assaulted with the enticing aroma that belonged only to my fated one, and I suddenly found my arms full of Seth and what seemed like at all the sheets off of his bed. My cock instantly plumped up with the happy knowledge that my mate was in my arms naked, warm and lush from sleep with nothing but some sheets in between us. But I didn’t have time to savor the thought or the feel of his body heat because my beloved was shaking like a leaf in my arms. Jacques was still perched on my desk and my office was being inundated with even more fluffy white bunnies.

My brow creased as I picked up the lead guard Sebastian’s scent among the furry little creatures jumping and hopping over each other, as a matter of fact several of my guard’s unique smell permeated the room, but all I saw was the little white animals and not my men.

“Okay, everyone calm down and explain this to me Remy. Do I have a petting zoo I’m not aware of around here somewhere?” I asked as I gathered Seth closer to my already heated body and sat down with him carefully tucked underneath my chin. I began to rub soothing circles on his back in hopes of calming him down.

Remy closed the door to contain the animals while Jacques got off the desk and scratched his head at the sight in front of him.

“Um… the simplest way to explain this Master is that Seth woke up and he was still blood drunk. His sole purpose after opening those gorgeous eyes of his was to get to you. I told him that I would call for you, but he flew up out of the bed in distress and raced out of the room. Sebastian and his team are on security duty inside the house today and when Master Seth reached the living area, they tried to stop him from going any further. Seth had gotten even more upset and everyone in the immediate area was surrounded by a weird cloud of smoke before the bunnies appeared. Seth had changed them all into fluffy bunnies in order to get to you.” Remy finished his amazing account of what he’d witnessed with a seriously straight face.

Jacques on the other hand had slapped a hand over his mouth, his wide shoulders shook as he surveyed the hopping horde of fluffy things scattered around my office.

“I…I don’t understand. I have never done anything like that. I’m not magically inclined. I never have been, I just wanted to get to you.” Seth’s voice trembled with uncertainty from underneath his sanctuary beneath my chin.

I looked around the chaos happening in my study once again and continued to rub soothing circles up and down his slender back. It seemed that the old tale was true, Seth’s powers must be awakening after I’d fed him my blood to help him heal. His lust for my blood had brought him straight to me, but not without some casualties it seemed.

“Jacques can you and Remy round up Sebastian and company. Please call Pierre and let him know I need him here immediately.”

“Sure thing.” He responded as he and Remy went about picking up the scampering bunnies and dispatching them into the washroom. Hopefully that will keep those two occupied long enough so that they don’t maim one another, or start in on their usual bickering with each other. I felt Seth’s delicate fingers bunch into the front of my shirt and I just settled him a bit more comfortably in my lap as we waited for Pierre, the coven doctor to arrive. Now that Seth’s immediate injuries were healed, I can begin to let other’s around him without feeling the need to murder anyone for even so much as looking at my mate.

Hopefully Pierre will be able to guide me in what direction I must take in completing the mating bond with my fated. My blood alone seems to have awakened his magic. I could sense his unease and his confusion swirling around us like a dark shroud. I just needed to have more information so I can better understand the situation, and to be able to explain to my fated what is going on within his body right now.

This entire turn of events has the potential to become very volatile among the covens in a heartbeat. I needed to tread lightly and I need to protect Seth by keeping him close and his identity under wraps for now. But, first thing is first, and that’s making sure that my beloved is cared for, happy, loved, and safe. Those things I am more than prepared to move heaven and hell make happen or at least, I’ll die trying.

Chapter 7

https://youtu.be/B6d2FiFv8tU

Chapter 7

Seth

(The yummy model Bobby Creighton as my idea of Jacques)

Dazed and confused was too light of descriptive words to describe how I was feeling. I would also add anxious, unsettled, and ready to peel the very skin off my own body. It felt like a blowtorch had ignited in the center of my core and every cell in my body was being razed to ashes. I could literally hear my own heart pounding away as blood rushed through my ears. The only calm in the center of my world right now was Etienne, and that is why I refused to be anywhere else other than planted on his lap, pressed up against his wide chest with my face buried in his neck breathing in his delectable, mouth watering scent.

He had tried setting me down on the plush couch in his office, but I stubbornly refused to untangle myself from his muscular body. Remy had tried to soothe me but it wasn’t the same. Etienne was the only balm to burning sensation flowing over my skin. I’d only listened to handful of words during Etienne’s conversation he was having with Remy, and the other man Jacques, who seemed to be another vampire and someone important to Etienne in the hierarchy of things here. I’d refused to lookup after Etienne had asked me about the changing the scary men to bunnies. If it was me, I had no idea how I did it. I only recalled wanting to get to him, and those scary looking men were trying to stop me. I had gotten angry and then poof, bunnies were running up and hopping over one another in the hallway.

Without another thought, I’d paid the fluffy white animals no mind as I followed some deep ingrained instinct that brought me directly to the big vampire’s side. I couldn’t have been the one to change those men into rabbits. I am not a magician, I would have said that magic wasn’t real, but up until now I had no idea that vampires had existed either, but here I was sniffing along Etienne’s neck like a starving man. He just smelled so good, good enough that I wanted to bite him, to drink more of his delicious blood and feel good again. I unconsciously stuck out my tongue and licked the pulsing vein at the base of his thick neck. He hissed, and those big hands tightened around my waist before he shifted positions and the length of his impressive cock pressed against my butt cheek.

Etienne pulled back a little and I quietly whined at the lost of contact with the warmth of his skin and nuzzled myself closer to him in order to regain our closeness.

“Gather those rabbits, put them somewhere safe until we figure this shit out and clear out of my office.” Etienne barked. The sinfully, sexy deep cadence of his voice rumbled through his massive chest, causing me to vibrate even more than I already was with the need to ravish him or be ravished by this powerful being. I started rocking my ass over the length of his thickened shaft as I swiped my tongue over and over again on the warm, smooth skin of his throat.

“Whew, you got a little handful there, my friend. I will make sure no one ventures to this side of the house for the remainder of the evening.” Etienne’s friend, Jacques chuckled playfully before closing the office door with a soft click.

The next thing I knew, I felt a the cool whoosh of air against my overheated skin before I landed in a tangled mess of cotton sheets with my back pressed into the cushions of the plush sofa. I’d sworn it had been across the room from where we had been sitting just seconds ago. I peeked up at Etienne’s gorgeous face from underneath my lashes and the raw desire I saw burning in the hypnotizing swirls of his glowing eyes had my cock throbbing and leaking like someone had turned on a faucet.

My vampire loomed over me with a thick arm on either side of my head. He just hovered there as his heated gaze bore into mine like he was looking for something in my expression. Whatever he was looking for he’d apparently found it because he lowered himself in between my spread thighs and I keened as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. His rigid length made firm contact with my rock hard cock and I almost came right there and then. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth as my hips took on a will of there own. I started to rub myself over the man’s crotch like an over eager little puppy. I grunted when Etienne pressed more of his delicious weight down onto me to control my frantic grinding.

“Settle down baby, I can hear your heart pounding away as if it wants to fly right out of your chest.” That decadent voice rumbled in my ear and I just dug my fingers into his shoulders to keep him close.

“Hmm….are you craving me, my fated? Is that why you have set out to come in here and drive me out of my ever loving mind?” He seductively whispered, his lips gently stroked against the shell of my ear and the feel of his breathe brushing over my skin was like a physical caress of his hand. My back arched and I released another needy little mewl as I gorged my senses with the feel, the taste, and the smell of the man firmly wedged in between my quivering thighs.

I could barely draw enough air into my depleted lungs to ask. “Wha..What’s happening to me?”

Etienne rolled his hips giving me another jolt of toe curling friction against my over sensitized member. “It’s the call of our mating my sweet. You are craving my blood just like I am craving to sink my teeth into and taste the deliciousness of your blood.” He purred in my ear right before nipping the fleshy lobe.

“Ahh…” I cried out as another wave of lust washed over me. My body writhed some more underneath his big frame. He was spot on about craving him. I wanted him like I have never wanted another soul in my life. I was on fire with the burning need to offer him not just my body, but my blood, my heart and even my very soul. It was insane, the intensity of these feelings that were swirling through my mind and body at the same time.

Etienne continued his sweet torment as he played my body like he was the one who created it. I was so lost to everything around me, my sole focus was on him, they way those majestic fangs scraped across my skin. The feel of his hands fisted in my hair, and the decadent weight of his powerful body pressing me into the cushions. My balls drew up close to my body, swollen and throbbing with the need to come.

Then all of a sudden Etienne went stock still, he growled deep in his throat before he launched himself off of me and swung towards the door seconds before it burst open. The resounding crash of the panel against the wall effectively threw ice water over my libido and startled my lust addled brain. I shot up from where I lay as I was shot right back into my fearful reality. A naked man had burst into the room and Etienne crouched low like he was preparing to strike the man down where he stood.

My vampire fingers were curved with razor sharp, deadly looking claws protruding from the tips. His fangs had descended to the point where they almost pierced his bottom lip. Etienne facial expression was fierce and his eyes glowed brilliant red. The next thing I knew, the man, the same one from the hallway earlier tried to launch himself around Etienne. He was cursing me as a filthy warlock who dared to use magic on him. I startled squeak left my mouth and I threw myself back into the cushions of the couch holding my hands protectively out in front of me.

Just as Etienne grabbed the man by the throat, another puff of smoke billowed around the room and I heard Etienne mutter a shocked, “Oh Shit.”

Remy and Jacques came barreling into the room at that precise moment, and I peeked out from behind my fingers to see what had happened. My jaw dropped and my hands fell away from my face as I stared in abject horror at the sight in front of me.

They were right, it was me who had changed those men into bunnies, and it seems that I’d somehow done it again. This time though, I’d changed the big bully of a vampire into a gray and white donkey. Etienne still had a hold on the animal and the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. That was until the donkey decided to start to angrily bray in my direction.. Remy doubled over, holding his sides as he laughed hysterically. Jacques was holding a hand over his mouth like he was holding back his amusement over this unexpected turn of events, and Etienne was rubbing his forehead with his free hand like he had a terrible headache.

Oh gosh, my face went thermonuclear when Remy sauntered over, still chortling away and added fuel to the fire by blurting out. “Damn, Sebastian. I always knew you were a JACKASS!” He started cackling all over again, totally enamored with himself and his witty comment.

I slapped my hands back over my flushed face. Jacques spun on his heel and hightailed it back out into the hallway, he’d barely been out there for a second before I heard the deep rumbling sounds of his laughter. I refused to look back up to see the expression on Etienne’s face as the donkey kept braying. Remy and Jacques broke out into even more peels of guffaws with each god awful sound that came out of the beasts mouth. Oh gosh, what am I going to do if I couldn’t learn how to control whatever it is I am doing to poof people into farm animals? How did I all of a sudden develop this ability?

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

(Model Dustin McNeer, my idea of Sebastian.)

Etienne

As night time approached, I could feel my body waking up, but I still laid there in the middle of my massive bed for another few minutes. I felt refreshed from my day sleep, but my mind was still unsettled with the information Jacques had provided me about Morgan and his coven of witches activities. That old witch never knew when to leave well enough alone. He’d always had delusions of grandeur. He’d always felt that witches were superior to vampires because unlike us, they walked during the day and they didn’t need blood to survive. Morgan was an elitist through and through, never believing in mixing interspecies relationships of any kind.

If I had to be honest, there was no love lost between Morgan and I. I’d just respected the pact that the elders had made between the Vampire and the Warlock nations to live peacefully amongst one another almost a thousand years ago. I’d stayed clear of him even though he made it point to challenge my patience from time to time with his actions and petty remarks against they way in which I governed my coven and it’s members.

If he’d somehow found out the identity of my fated one and attempted to murder him because of some old prophecy he didn’t agree with, there will be nowhere Morgan will be able to hide from my wrath and retribution for having those boys lay a hand on Seth. My anger over the entire situation was on a slow simmer deep within my soul. Morgan had no clue of what he’s unleashed within me when I’d found my fated bruised and bloody, broken and almost passing through death’s door. The slow simmer of fury is going to come a full turbulent boil and I can only pray that when it does, Morgan is prepared to face the burn.

My stomach rumbled and my cock twitched at the same time. I was hungry, and both organs already seemed to be aware that feeding meant getting close and personal with Seth. I shook my head as my thoughts recalled the past few days within the coven house. It would have been inappropriate as this coven’s leader if I had laughed outright at my poor baby’s reactions to my guards, especially Sebastian. First my lead warrior was turned into a bunny and then a donkey. I couldn’t bring it within myself to punish Remy for his remarks about Sebastian being an jackass when he was physically turned into one.

Seth had been adorably mortified and has refused to leave his room or speak to anyone other than myself or Remy. I knew he was needing, I could feel the pull of his hunger and that alone had me fully hard in a matter of seconds. I so wanted to take him and fully make him mine, but he needed to fully understand who he is and his position in the paranormal world. How was I supposed to explain it to him when I didn’t understand it fully myself.

Why was he kept in the dark about h abilities? Whose idea was it to neglect to tell him something so important about himself and his ancestry? From what I understood about his powers is, they wouldn’t have manifested at all until my blood released them. He wouldn’t have been a danger to anyone until he ingested my blood of which I’d shared freely with him in order for him to heal from his injuries.

Getting out of bed, I padded across the room while slipping my robe over my wide shoulders. I usually slept in the nude and that wasn’t about to change, especially now with my fated under my roof and soon to be in my bed. I walked around my desk and took a seat in the chair and resumed reading the old diary belonging to Rosemarie herself. I’d always wondered why something so personal belonging to the Seer was left behind amongst my mother’s things. Ever since Jacques had brought it to me in the early morning hours, I have been pouring over it hoping that she would have revealed something to help me understand why Seth was raised completely in the human world.

After spending some time reading through her neatly written words. I felt like the journal was written especially for me. So far the beginning pages covered the brief history of the tremulous truce between the witches and the vampire nations. She explained about the Seers from both covens having a vision of a future pairing of a powerful Vampire coven leader and the a Warlock Seer the likes of which neither sides have ever encountered before. This Seer would carry the a powerful line of magic also making him a full blooded witch as well. Once this unique being met and consummated his mating then he would fully come into his powers, powers strong enough to eclipse any other.

Both Vampire and Warlock covens would unite in peace, something Morgan refused to allow to happen because of his superior attitude towards my kind. He rebuked the shifters intermingling, cursing them as filthy animals driven by hormones. Morgan was also narcissistic enough to believe that there wasn’t a being alive more powerful than he was. Little did he know that his magic and spells came nowhere close to my inborn powers. My latent powers alone was enough to wipe out the spellcasters if I so wished. I descended from the original line of ancients, the first Vampires ever created, and my coven and I kept that knowledge strictly to ourselves. Never let a potential enemy know your true level of strength.

Seth’s grandmother’s account hinted at a future power battle between the two fractions but she was very vague about the outcome and the participants involved. I continued to examine the writings trying to find the answers to the multiple questions I had about my fated one. I guess the book was only going to get me so far. I needed to talk to my beloved and spend some quality time just getting to know him, as much as I wanted to sink myself into his delicious body, marking him mine forever, and gorge myself on his extraordinary blood. I needed to take my time and court my beloved, this beautiful young man was going to be bound to me for all eternity. Our relationship needed to be built on more than just our combustible physical attraction for one another.

After securing the journal in my desk, it took no time at all for me shower and dress in a set loose fitting of lounging pants and the matching silk button up shirt. I left the shirt open knowing full well how my mate reacted to my body. It pleased me beyond words to know that I have that effect on my beloved, to know that he desired me almost as much as I worshipped him for the very blessing that he is to me.

Turning the corner to the hallway leading to my beloved’s suite, I heard he commotion long before I could see it. With my heart kicking into high gear, a frown covered my face as I used my vampire speed to sprint to his door. The panel slammed against the wall and my jaw dropped at the sight I encountered. Seth was standing by his bathroom, he looked fresh out of the shower. His beautiful eyes were open wide with surprise, and he was huddled with back pressed against the wall trying to keep out the two imebiclies way as the tussled across the room.

Remy was in full fangs and claws, spitting like a mad lethal little kitten at Sebastian. He was dodging and spinning away from my enforcer, all the while holding his phone over his head. Sebastian was trying his best to keep up with the fast little fuker, but everyone knew that Remy was small enough and fast enough to run circles around the bulkier guards. As little as he may be, and because of his small stature and speed, he was as lethal a they come. That’s why he is my lead assassin. That is why his sole purpose is to provide companionship and protection for the most precious person in my life. Remy’s loyal to a fault to those he respects and cares for. I knew my mate is safe in his hands, but right now I was questioning his common sense at the moment.

Without another thought and a flick of my wrist, I froze the both of them where they stood. Remy was in mid flight across the floor, and Sebastian looked like he was attempting to grab after him. Both of the shocked gazes met mine, their eyes still glowing blood red from their inappropriate, and impromptu battle. Remy’s phone hit the carpet with a dull thud and the unforgettable sound of a donkey braying was coming from the device. I rolled my eyes as I walked over to Seth and rubbed my hand over his bare shoulder to make sure that he was alright. When he gave me a reassuring nod. I stepped away from him and his mouthwatering scent and made my way over to the two fools.

Picking up the phone and flipping it over, I watched the video playing across the screen. It was a shaky picture due to the fact that you could hear both Remy and Jacques in the background laughing like deranged hyenas while Sebastian was in Donkey form and letting his displeasure about his situation at the time be heard.

“Explain why you are in this room frightening my mate with your childish antics.” I asked the both of them while I clicked off the video and the phone onto the unmade bed. The small disturbance of the phone landing on the sheets my fated slept on caused his scent to tickle my senses and I recalled just how hungry I was, and these two were wasting the precious time I could be spending with Seth.

Remy was the first to answer, “Um…You see, what’d happened was…”

“Shut up! You always try to be cute and unassuming so that Etienne will forgive you anything and everything. I just came to apologize to your Fated, and my future Master about scaring him the both times we have happened to encounter one another. When I got here, Master Seth was in the shower and this little Devil started on my last nerve taunting me with that stupid video.” Sebastian snapped as he turned his glare back to Remy with his eyes burning with more than angst for the pretty little spitfire.

A sigh escaped my lips and I was sure the beginning of a headache was starting to throb at the base of my skull as I continued to watch theses two glare menacingly at each other. For over a decade they have been skirting the painfully obvious issue that they are mates, and I’m truly tired of the bullshit. Their constant squabbles, and downright knock down drag out fights all over the coven house. It’s time to put an end to it once and for all. Since I planned to be at my mates side as much as I can for the foreseeable future getting to know more about my mate, these two can cool their heels locked away together until they figured out they are meant for one another.

“I am tired of the both of you and your constant bickering. I don’t know why you both have an aversion to claiming one another and thanking the fates for your with a mate. This nonsense ends today. I’m banishing the both of you downstairs to the holding cells. You’ll either work out your issues and claim one another, or one of you will come to me and request reassignment to one of the other coven estates under my control.” I shook my head at the pair of them. Sometimes they were amusing to watch. The image of Remy, the always underestimated a petite little fighter always riling up Sebastian, a much taller and broader hothead just because Remy knew exactly what buttons to push to set the bigger man off.

“You have forty-eight hours to spend time alone and to make your decision. A word of advice, talk to each other, be open and honest. Put your pride aside and think about all your other brethren, the women and men of this coven who would like nothing more than to find their fated. Do not throw this blessing away or disrespect that bond.” I explained, and they both gaped at me before I flicked my wrist. They disappeared to the cells in the basement.

Closing my eyes, I used the coven bond to mentally search out Jacques. Once I found him, I tugged on the bond and he immediately snapped to attention. I informed him about Remy and Sebastian’s location and the reason why much to Jacques delight. He responded to my request to rearrange the guard schedule until Sebastian returned, and to watch over the unhappy couple to make sure they didn’t kill one another in their forced time together. After my instructions were given, I let the bond fade and turned back to my wide eyed angel.

“It’ just you and me precious, why don’t I give you a tour of our home, while one of the maids clean up your room and then we can spend sometime together. I know you must have a million questions running through your mind.” I said as I swooped him up into my arms. I was rewarded with a sweet smile and a nod of consent as his warm little hands splayed across my pecs. His touch almost had me growling in the back of my throat. Everything about my beloved was sublime. I was truly favored when fate intervened in my life and brought me this beautiful man. I hope Sebastian and Remy can find common ground so that they too and reap the rewards of having that special person in your life that was made just for you.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

(Please enjoy the video, ‘Heathens,’ by Twenty One Pilots.)

Seth

After Remy and Sebastian disappeared from my room, I was painfully aware that I was left all alone with Etienne and I felt a rush of heat spread through my body when he turned those piercing dark eyes on me. I swallowed the ball of anxiety in my throat and scurried into the closet to finish getting dressed. I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard scuffling noises and raised voices outside my bathroom door. I’d barely managed to drag on my sweatpants before peeking out of the bathroom to see what was going on. Remy and Sebastian were rolling around on the floor.

Sebastian was grabbing for Remy’s cell phone but Remy had been just as determined to keep it while he played out the video of Sebastian as a donkey. They’d crashed into the baseboard of the bed at the same time my bedroom door burst open. My mouth had gone dry at the sight of Etienne standing there, his broad shoulders and towering height taking up the entire doorway. The vampire’s shirt was left unbuttoned and his lounging pants hung low on his hips. Saliva returned with a vengeance and it pooled in my mouth as my eyes scanned the feast of man in front of me. My lips tingled with the suppressed need to trace his prominent V line with the tip of my tongue and follow his happy trail, well my happiness.

From the bulge clearly outlined by the thin material of his trousers, I would indeed be a very happy boy once I uncovered all of that mouth watering flesh. I’d barely listened with half an ear as Etienne reprimanded his friends and sent them off to wherever with a flick of his thick wrist. Jacques had been lurking somewhere in the hallway I’m guessing because Etienne had addressed him before closing my bedroom door and sealing us inside the now silent room.

Finding and pulling a t-shirt over my head, I fiddled with the hem of my shirt for a minute and tried to gather my scattered thoughts before going back out into the room to face the sex god that is my mate. Etienne was a sight to see as he casually reclined on my bed. His back leaned against the headboard and his long legs were stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. He was the picture of relaxation that is until I looked up into his smoldering eyes. He looked at me like he was in total awe of me, like I was the best thing he’s ever seen. I felt my blush warming my face as he held out his hand towards me and urged me to go to him.

My feet had no problem following his silent command, but my heart fluttered away in my chest like it had sprouted wings and was about to take flight. The closer I got to the bed was the more potent Etienne’s scent became. The aroma of clean man mixed with exotic flowers assaulted my senses and I found myself rushing towards the bed and climbing right over him until I was straddling his thick thighs. I don’t know what came over me, but the urge to get as close as I possibly can to Etienne had me burying my face into his neck and inhaling him like he was the oxygen I needed to survive.

Etienne purred like a big cat while his big arms curved around my waist and locked me against his warm, naked chest. The sound vibrated through my upper body and sent tingles of awareness over every inch of my skin that touched him.

“Good evening precious. I apologize for Remy and Sebastian’s appalling behavior. Hopefully they didn’t frighten you.” His deliciously deep voice resonated in my ear.

“Good evening, and I’m fine just surprised that’s all. They were fighting like children. Is that how they normally behave?” I asked from my sanctuary underneath his chin. My lips brushed against the tantalizing expanse of fragrant skin and muscle of his throat. I was pleased when the big man released a sexy little hiss. His thick arms squeezed me a little tighter and I took pride with the knowledge that I can affect the man like that. I rejoiced knowing that I can unbalance him just as much as he unbalances me.

“Yes, they my friends and they act like heathens most of the time when they are in the same room for more than five minutes together. They’re mates, fated like you and I, but for some reason they’ve been fighting the bond for god knows how long. It can get tired very quickly, trying even sometimes.” He explained and I tried to pay attention but his long fingers were working some kind of magic as he rubbed slow, lazy circles over my lower back.

His hands on me was pure magic. It was like the tips of his fingers are hard wired to my groin. With each sensual circle that grazed over my skin. I thrust my hips forward trying to get as much friction as I can to the rigid length of my painfully hard cock. I felt the rippled contours of his defined eight pack abs flex against me and my hips bucked and rolled against him. I would have happily continued grinding against him if his big hands didn’t grab my hips to hold me in place.

“As much as I would strip myself naked and gladly let you explore my body to hearts content my fated, we need to talk about some things. Let me take care of you first though, I can feel your need for me clawing at you. You are the only being created that has absolute access to my body, my mind, and my heart. You need to understand that as my mate you will need to drink from me often as I will need to drink from you in order for our bond to flourish. You don’t need to let yourself crave me. You don’t ever need to ask permission to take what’s yours.” Etienne explained and I mostly understood that part. It was just taking some time for me used to doing something I’ve never thought in my wildest dreams I’d be doing.

“Is that why I feel the way I do whenever I see you? This pull that has me gravitating to you without thought.” I asked for clarification.

“Yes, it’s the mating pull as it’s called. But it is more about the attraction between us as well. Blood sharing is a very intimate and sexual act between mates. It usually precludes or leads to sex when it happens. But little one, there is so much we have to discuss before I can fully claim you. So much we have to learn about one another before I take you.” Etienne informed me. His voice was heavy with regret.

“Why do we have to wait to have sex?” I know my face must be as red as a tomato with my boldness, and I was glad that my face was buried in his throat. I persevered and continued to voice my opinion.“ I mean we are fated and no matter what we are destined to be together. That’s what I got from your explanation the morning after you brought me here. What I’m confused about is obviously the magic, and my ability to change vampires into animals without having a clue as to how I did it.“

Etienne ran his fingers through my hair and the feel of his nails scraping against my scalp calmed my rising agitation.

“That’s what we need to discuss my fated. I need to know everything there is to know about you. You are a puzzle and hopefully we can put all the pieces together and figure it all out. I don’t want you to have any doubts in your heart or your mind about me, and I definitely want you to be comfortable with who and what you are before tying yourself to me for an eternity. I know this situation confusing and upsetting to you. I can feel it love, but first thing is first.” He said as he urged me from my comfortable hiding spot.

Etienne tilted his head to the side and brought his hand up to his throat. My eyes widened as I watched the fingernail on his pointer finger lengthened to a razor sharp talon. I winced as he pierced his neck and a rivulet of bright red blood trickled down the side of his strong neck. My mouth literally watered as a potent scent like nothing in this world enticed my already heightened senses.

“Feed baby.” He whispered as he offered himself to me.

Leaning forward I stuck out the my tongue and licked him like an ice cream cone. The hot, sweet taste of him had me diving in and locking my lips over the puncture site. I suckled him like a starving babe. Heat spread through my body, it curled along every fiber of my being and pooled heavily in my groin. My cock pulsed and I got even harder than I already was if that were even possible. My dick ached and throbbed between my legs with each mouthful of Etienne’s delicious blood I consumed.

Etienne writhed and moaned beneath me, his fingers dug into my hips as I ground my ass along the length of his turgid member. If we were naked, I wouldn’t have had any qualms about impaling myself on his rigid dick. After a few more pulls, I instinctively licked the spot just like I did the last time we did this and watched in total amazement as the wound healed itself. Not a blemish or bruise to be seen.

“My turn.” He seductively murmured with his eyes blazing bright gold. A whimper escaped me as this otherworldly vampire nuzzled the side of my neck. I threw my head back offering Etienne everything that I am. His warm wet tongue licked a scalding path of fire down the side of my throat. My cock reared and pulsed out a copious amount of preejaculate in anticipation of what was to come, and when it did, my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Etienne’s fangs pierced my skin and sank deep into the muscle where my throat met my shoulder. My balls drew up and I had an orgasm like I’ve never felt before unexpectedly grabbed a hold of me. It shivered down my spine and erupted through my balls. I groaned long and loud as the head of my cock spurted line after line of thick semen in my pants. The combined scent of Etienne and my release had me feeling like I was high on a cloud of euphoric bliss.

The sounds that my vampire were making in the back of his throat as he fed had me winding my fingers into the thick waves of his long hair. Etienne fed for a few more minutes before retracting his fangs and sealing his bite marks. I leaned back to look at him and he was a breathtaking. His head was tilted back against the headboard, his eyes closed with a blissed out expression on his face. I continued to stare as he opened those dark bottomless eyes and stared back at me as if I hung the moon and stars.

“You are simply exquisite, my love.” He earnestly whispered, and I felt myself blushing like teenage girl. I ducked my head but Etienne was having none of my shyness today. He tiled my face up and gave me one of the sweetest kisses I have ever had.

We sat there for god only knows how long just talking. He asked about my childhood and my parents and I told him all about my mom and my dad and later on, how I felt finding out from them that I was adopted when I was a baby. I explained to him that I knew nothing about my birth parents and that I’ve never felt the need to go looking for them since they gave me away anyway. He asked me some strange questions about how I felt when I went through puberty. I responded by telling about having a few dreams but other than that, there was nothing other than the normal teenage hormonal tendencies to rub the skin off my constant hard on back then.

The more we sat there and talked was the more the contents of those dreams I’d brushed off so long ago became clearer. I dreamt of looking for someone I was never able to find. Etienne snapped me out of my head when he informed me about my grandmother and he explained that not only was she a powerful witch, she was a seer as well.

My mother was a witch, and my father was unknown, at least not that there was any documentation available as to who he was. I dismissed that piece of information for the time being. My thoughts were focused on the fact that after all this time, those dreams had centered around me chasing after someone, but never being able to catch up with the faceless person and feeling despair because of it. Could it have been that I’d been looking for my vampire?

Etienne held me and comforted me as he continued explaining his theories. We talked about what I remembered from the night of the attack. I spoke about meeting my so called frat brothers when I’d arrived at the University. He went on to further inform me about the leader of the warlocks, a man by the name of Morgan and his possible involvement in my attempted murder. I was floored to learn about all this thinking in my human capacity that nothing like this, like these beings existed.

There was more, I was shocked all over again when Etienne revealed that my real grandmother was not dead like everyone believed. She was still very much alive and he thought it best that it was time for us to all meet one another. I had no idea how I felt about that. Did I really want to meet this woman? This witch who was a direct link to the mother I’ve never known. I wasn’t so sure about my current situation after all.

Etienne must have felt my anxiety because he gathered me even closer to his chest and tried his best to soothe my frazzled nerves. He crooned to me over and over again that he’s here for me. That he’ll be right by my side where he’s supposed to be and that he’ll stay there for all of eternity if that’s what I needed from him, and I believed him.

Resting my head against his broad shoulders, I let all of the information he’s shared with me rattle around and absorb into my brain. I had no idea what I was going to do, but with Etienne at my side offering me his strength, maybe it was time to face what is now going to be my life. This man had saved my life, I’m supposed to be here for him and him for me. I also needed all the answers I can possibly get in order to fully embrace my new existence.

Chapter 10

https://youtu.be/SjY4zxzvwcU

Chapter 10

(Cutie Seth, and from the pic of the chickens ya’ll know what that means…lol)

Etienne

I sensed Jacques long before he tapped on my office door before he opened it and peeked his head around the panel.

“Come in, did you find out anything new?” I asked as my second in command made himself comfortable in the chair in front of my desk.

“His mother doesn’t believe the story the University is trying to feed them about Seth running off with some unknown lover. She making some noise and drawing the wrong kind of attention to herself if you know what I mean.”

“Huh, we’ll have to do something about that. Have your spies provided any new intel on what’s going on in Morgan’s camp?” I leaned back in my chair with the file on Seth’s adoptive parents in my hands and studied the adoptive mother’s photograph.

“Nothing other the usual over inflated egomaniac crap Morgan dishes out on a daily basis. The little pissant from Seth’s so called circle of friends who gave up the information about Morgan’s involvement in your boy’s assault went running right to Morgan and told him about being roughed up. Luckily the fucker knows nothing about who I am or who sent me.” He informed me as I continued to study the portfolio on the people who were responsible for safeguarding and raising my fated.

“Morgan’s time is coming, his days were numbered when he set his malicious sights on Seth with the intent to have him killed. He and his pitiful excuse for a coven will feel my wrath, make no mistakes about that. In the meantime, prepare to take a little trip.” I said as I handed the file folder over to Jacques.

“Fuck me, upper class suburbia! Whhyyy?” He whined as he flung himself back into the seat and proceeded to pout like a five year old kid.

“Because I asked you to. Sebastian is indisposed and I need you to find out more than what that portfolio is telling me. The mother knows more than she is letting on otherwise she wouldn’t be fighting so hard for the truth. Put protection on them since she is making waves Morgan may want to silence her. Also have the boys bring me the Dean of the University. It’s time he and I have a little chat. Magic and spell casters, attempted murder, and the disappearance of a student without so much as a peep from the local news stations doesn’t sit well with me. He knows something and it’s time they begin to face the consequences of their actions.” Rising from my desk, I made my way to the door with Jacques hot on my heels.

“Do you want me…What the fuck?” He squawked and jumped out of the way as a brood of chickens swarmed down the hallway bringing with them all their ruckus and noise.

Jacques was a sight standing there with his mouth gaped open and wide eyed as he watched the screaming poultry continue their loud, messy way down the hallway leaving a flurry loose feathers behind in their wake.

“My darling, we have discussed this.” I turned my head and addressed my pouting little love as he stood at the other end of the hallway with his arms crossed over his slender chest. That pretty protruding bottom lip of his looked deliciously enticing, and good enough to nibble on.

“Am I not your mate, your fated?” He asked and I couldn’t do anything but nod my head as he pierced me with his laser sharp gaze. Damn, my cock jerked behind the zipper of my slacks. My baby looked absolutely stunning when he’s upset.

“Um….” Jacques started to say something but the chickens returned and brought their noise with them.

All conversation was cut off as the hall filled with the noisy birds, myself and Jacques, and few members of the guard who I can only assume weren’t in close proximity when Seth’s emotions got the best of him. I could only shake my head at the spectacle that is now overtaking my household. Using my foot, I eased a few of the walking fried chicken out of the way as I made my way towards my angry little kitten. I barked out orders to my remaining guard together the fowl and put them somewhere until Seth’s magic wore off. One hen in particular seemed to have taken an instant dislike to Jacques, because she was trying to peck away at his leg as he was trying to shoo her away with the folder in his hand while lifting his leg trying to dodge her jabbing beak.

Ignoring the chaos behind me I gathered Seth’s stiff body into my arms and bent forward to give him a kiss on his forehead. “Of course you are the keeper of my heart. Why do you ask me such a thing?”

Seth tried wiggling out of my arms, but it was no use as I easily kept him pinned to my chest. He huffed out a frustrated breath before looking up at me. “Because, everytime I set foot out of my room to search for you, those men, guards or whatever try their best to prevent me from finding you or they tell me they will call you. Why can’t I roam freely in your house?” He demanded all but stamping his foot right there in the middle of caterwauling birds and a bunch of vampires who were trying to catch them.

“I’m sorry baby, the fault is mine. We are not fully mated and until we are, it doesn’t sit well with my possessive nature to let you roam free amongst the coven members until they are fully aware of your place at my side.” I tried to cajole him, but the little vixen shocked the hell out of me when he pressed his delectable little body even closer to mine. My cock instantly filled to throbbing in reaction to his closeness. The scent of his arousal almost brought me to my knees.

“Well whose fault is that? I understand that you are giving me time to assimilate to you and what’s happening in my life now, but how am I supposed to settle in when my place at your side isn’t defined between us or the members of your coven?” He inquired and his words made me pause and think. He did make a valid point. Was I finding reasons to hold back from giving him eternity? Did he understand that once I claimed him as mine, the changes he would go through mentally and physically? I’d only touched on the subject when we talked about his magic and I explained what I knew about his true identity to him. Maybe it was time for full disclosure of what being mated to me truly entails.

“I think we need to talk in depth about our mating once and for all so you can make an informed decision if you want me and the life I will provide for you.”

“Well, there is no time like the present.” He replied and I had no choice but to take him by the hand and lead him to the one place we were guaranteed privacy, my bedroom. It was the perfect setting for our upcoming conversation. If he chose to be fully belong to me then I will claim him like my body and soul have been clamoring to do since I got that first whiff of his blood on the night air calling me to him in that old mill.

Seth walked into my room with a determined stride and his back ramrod straight. Seeing him in my personal and private space did things to my body and all sorts of naughty scenarios played through my mind like a movie reel in a darkened theatre. He stopped in the center of the room and looked around turning his body in a slow circle and saliva pooled in my mouth. My love was wearing one of those silky lounging pants with the button up shirt to match. The muted light from the lamps behind him enhanced his silhouette through the thin material and it was like he was wearing nothing at all.

Mon Dieu, I wanted to palm my pulsing cock, but I didn’t want my little love to see me doing so and getting the wrong idea before we have the chance to have this very necessary, all important conversation. I continued to watch him as he slowly made his way around the room until he came to an abrupt halt in front of my desk. He reached over and picked up his grandmother’s journal. Shit, I forgotten to put it way before leaving my room this evening and now Seth was turning back and forth in his hands. I’d planned on letting him have it later on, after we’ve figured out more about him and his abilities.

“Where…Where did you get my mom’s journal?” Seth turned and asked with a look of confusion on his gorgeous face.

Tilting my head to the side, I was sure that it was my turn to be confused. “That’s not your mother’s journal. That belongs to your grandmother, the seer I told you about.”

“No, my mom has a journal just like this one. When I was little I used to see her reading from it sometimes writing in it. I haven’t seen it in years, but I’d know it anywhere because of the unique designs on the leather cover.” He explained as he walked over to me with the book in hand.

He went to open it and I stayed his hand to prevent it. “Seth, my love, this belonged to your grandmother. If you say your mother has one like it then we need to get a hold of it because I am guessing that it may hold more information about who you truly are.” I gently informed him as I ran a finger over the worry line where it appeared in between his arched brows.

“With all that has happened, I haven’t even thought about calling her to let her know that I’m alright. She must be frantic by now. How could I even forget to let them know I’m okay? I don’t even know if they’re even aware that I’m missing. I know I wasn’t one to call in and check with them at every given moment, but I’m sure they’ve missed me by now.” He rattled off as he paced away from me waving the book around in the air.

Walking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Don’t distress yourself like this. It’s okay…I’ve thrown a lot of information and surprises in your lap baby and no one can fault you for trying to deal with it all and remember everything and everyone after such a traumatic experience of almost losing your life, meeting a vampire who is destined to be yours, and finding out you are more than human. Discovering that you can turn my men into animals when they upset you and not having a clue as to how you do it will cause anyone to lose focus on anything else.

Seth sighed and turned in my arms so he was facing me. “We came in here to talk about us and getting closer to claiming each other and now yet another situation has popped up and I don’t know what to do.”

“Let’s take it one step at a time. First thing is first, like I explained about being fully informed about your past and your magic, we need to go and visit your parents. I have a feeling they already know all about you. I was going to send Jacques, but I am sure you want to talk to them and have them see that you are alright in the flesh. I only ask that you wait until I have a few words with the Dean of your University.”

“Whoa, you are going to go after them, they guys who hurt me?” He asked and I stepped back a little shocked that he could have entertained the idea that I wouldn’t eliminate anyone who’s ever laid a hurting hand on him.

Looking him fully in the eyes so that he see just how serious I was, I replied. “Absolutely.”

Seth studied me for a minute before lifting his dainty hand and carding his fingers through my hair. “I understand, but I want to hear what he has to say. I want to be there.”

Leaning forward I pecked his pouty, pink lips. “Anything you wish my love. Now let’s talk about what it truly means to be claimed as my mate.”

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Seth

(Seth’s energy ball)

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist and looked down at my flaccid cock and released a heartfelt sigh of relief. Etienne had shown me no mercy when he’d stretched out his big body on my bed and leaned his back against my headboard. He’d proceeded to explain in graphic detail about what would happen between us before, during, and after the mating process.

The sexy vampire had made sure I was firmly seated on his lap with those thick, muscular arms wrapped around my body like two restrictive boa constrictors holding me in place. The husky cadence of his voice sent shivers of desire up and down my spine as he’d planted those decadent visuals in my head. My dick had been rock hard throughout his entire explicit descriptions of what he would do to me during our mating and it had remained that way for hours afterwards.

Etienne hadn’t offered any kind of sexual relief, he’d kissed me goodnight, and he’d silently left me to think about the things we discussed during the evening. I’d tried my best to ignore my overexcited cock. Instead, I geared my thoughts towards the fact that Etienne was concerned about the unknown variables involving my magic and my ancestry. He wanted to be absolutely sure that I’ll suffer no ill effects if he turned me. He wanted me to be absolutely sure if I even wanted to be reborn as a vampire. He’d said there was no time limit placed on if or when I became a vampire at all.

Although he’d tried to keep his expression neutral, I’d seen the flashes of desire in his shimmering gaze when he’d talked about changing me. I understood his concerns, but I already knew what I wanted, and that was him, in every and any way I can get him. From the moment I’d laid eyes on him, my whole world changed. It was like my soul drifted away from everything I’d ever known before and realigned itself to the dark, brooding vampire and made the man my whole world. Going back to the life I had before without him in it would be like sentencing myself to death.

Dressing quickly, I decided to put my plan into action before my vampire was up and about for the night. Remy was still locked up somewhere with Sebastian and I can only hope that the two of them haven’t killed each other by now. So someone new has been on guard duty outside my door, but I’ve yet to meet the person.

Everyone was wary of me since I tended to change them into farm animals when I get emotional. Eh, it could be worse, at least if they’re scared of pissing me off or telling me I can’t do something I want to do then maybe I can get away with what I wanted to do. I hope that was still the case because I’m going to need the fear tonight in order to get to the Etienne’s library to get the book of ancient spells right next to a book about warlock history.

At least with those two books to start, I’ll be able to do what I do best, and that’s research the subject of interest. Right now, I’m the subject, so I needed to find out everything I can about my past in order to live in the present, and plan my new future. I’m not sure about what my mother knows, or I should say my adopted mother. I needed to get my hands on mom’s diary as well, but Etienne didn’t want me to leave the house until he cleared the threat against me at the University. I can’t get my hands on his copy because he’d locked it away in his desk in his bedroom.

Old wise people have always cautioned the younger generation by quoting sayings such as, “Patience is a virtue.” My rational mind understood the meaning behind the old proverb, but my body and my heart was screaming for me to hurry the hell up, bend over, and bare my neck all at the same time and entice Etienne to do all the nasty, mind boggling things he’d described in such hedonistic detail last night.

Squaring my shoulders, I opened my bedroom door and my gaze immediately aligned with a tall, dark vampire who looked like he had a permanent scowl etched into his handsome features. I guess it was time to fake it to make it. I am Etienne’s fated after all.

“Hello. What’s your name.” I politely asked my sour faced guard dog.

The man stood up from the chair he was seated in directly across the hall from my bedroom door. He was a tall one.

“Good evening, Master Seth. My name is Corbin. I am your protector until you Master Etienne rises. Is there something you need. I be happy to get it for you.” The stern looking man replied and I had to wonder how true that was. His expression had barely changed from the bored displeased expression he was wearing like a mask.

“Thank you, but no thank you. I am going to the library to chose a book to read.” I responded and took a tentative step into the hallway and closed my bedroom door behind me.

“I’m sorry Master Seth, but my instructions were to make sure you remain in your room until Master Etienne comes for you.” He informed me and stepped forward like he was getting ready to block any further steps I might make down the hall.

“Corbin, is it? I wasn’t aware that I’m a prisoner in Etienne’s home. I am not leaving the house. I’m just going to the library and returning to my room. You can escort me if you want, but I am going to get a book with or without you so what will it be?” I outright challenged him. I hoped I was giving off a confident front because inside I was shaking like a leaf. Here I am challenging a being that could probably snap me in two with a flick of his wrist, but I was confident that they feared what Etienne would do to them if they one hair on my head was out of place under their watch.

He was taking forever to answer me, so I just turned and proceeded to walk away from the vampire. I’d barely taken two step when I felt my arm being yanked backwards and my shoulder protested the action. Anger welled within my chest as my shoulder throbbed and a shiver of pain spiked down my arm into the elbow currently being held in a punishing grip of the obtuse vampire.

“You are hurting me, please let go.” I spat through my clenched teeth.

“I’m sorry but I have orders from Master Etienne, and I am stuck babysitting you so I might as well follow them. Now get back into that room human.” He dared to demand and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. This fucker seemed to have a problem with me being human and his assignment to guard me. Well to bad for him.

“I said, let go of my arm.” I snapped and tried to pull my arm of his iron tight grip. He held firm and once again my anger spiked and cloaked over me like a cloak of living energy. I reached back with my free arm and swung fist aiming for his face. My eyes went wide as I watched a ball of bright, white light shoot out of my clenched fist. The ball of energy slammed into Corbin’s jaw with enough force to throw the vampire’s head back and knock him off his feet.

My first sailed through empty space as Corbin’s back slammed into the floor and he and the carpet runner on the floor went sliding down the hall before he brought to an abrupt halt by the wall at the other end of the passageway. His body slumped at an odd angle and he just laid there unmoving. I slapped both hands over my mouth in surprise and went to take a step to see if I’d somehow unknowingly managed to kill a vampire when I heard an amused chuckle behind me and I spun around on my heel to face none other than my very amused fated.

“So tell me what poor Corbin did to deserve such punishment? What? He didn’t deserve to be turned into a screaming piglet or something?” Etienne’s deep voice rumbled over me like a warm, soothing balm.

Nearly tripping over my own two feet, I stumbled my way over to him, threw my arms around his waist, and buried my embarrassed, flushed face in the dark cashmere sweater stretched over his wide chest.

“I just wanted to go to your library to get a book and he wouldn’t let me. He grabbed my arm and it hurt, and I got mad. I went to punch him in the face when he called me a human like it was a dirty word, but somehow a ball of light slapped him instead and he wound up over there. Is he dead?” I mumbled from my hiding spot under Etienne chin.

“No little one, he’s not dead, but he is going to feel the effects of your energy ball when he does wake up. What am I going to do with you?” The big vampire chuckled.

“You can go ahead and change me already so you won’t have to be so paranoid about my safety. I am in your house, yet I can’t even walk down the hall without a shadow. And if other members of your coven feel like Corbin over there feels about me, then they don’t like the fact that I’m human, meaning they don’t like me.” I stated as I pulled out of his arms and backed up a few steps so I could look at his face without having to crane my neck.

“To be honest, I wanted to go the library to get the book of spells I saw there on one of the shelves the other night. I also saw a book about warlock history I wanted to look at. You don’t want to change me because you don’t have all the pieces that make up my puzzle. I understand your point of view, but how are we going put the pieces together if you won’t let me out of the house to talk to my parents, or the people at the University. They obviously know something.” I pointed out and folded my arms across my chest and glared at him while waiting for him to answer me.

Etienne just pursed his lips and stared at me for a minute before he responded. “Point well made, my fated. But I don’t want you experimenting with your magic on your own, it’s too dangerous. I would prefer to find out for sure which line of warlocks you came from. I also need to know why you were attacked. I was waiting for Jacques to get back from an assignment I’ve sent him on so I can have him at my side when I go to question the people involved at the University, and like explained to you the other night. Your parents know something and I need to know what that is as well.”

“I just don’t see why locking me up in my room and not fulfilling our mating factors into all of this. Wouldn’t we both be happier to be together. You are the one who pointed out that I am your fated the one person predestined by whomever to be yours for as long as we exist. You asked me if this is what I wanted and I’ve made it clear that yes it is. Before you came along, I was a nobody, a student like any other at the University.”

“Someone people looked over and cared nothing about. Then you came along and all of a sudden I have someone looking at me, touching me, and treating me like I am their reason for living. I can’t explain the feelings you evoke in me just by being in the same room with me.” I looked up at him and he went to reach for me, but I was too worked up to let him anywhere near me. I was frustrated and confused. I just wanted to move on and learn about my new path in life with this man at my side. It was like being stuck in limbo.

“Little one, I…”

I held up my hand and cut him off mid sentence. “No, Etienne. You need to decide where we go from here. Ask yourself, is there any information out there that you’ll find out from my mother, the people at the University, and whomever else this fact finding expedition of yours may lead to. Will any of it change how you feel about me and my place at your side as your fated mate? When you can answer that, then you come and find me, until then find Remy and send him back to me.” With that being said, I left my stunned vampire standing in the middle of the hallway as I walked back to my room and slammed the door.

I made sure I threw the lock in place just so he can hear it and make my point. I knew full well that a flimsy lock wouldn’t keep my badass vampire out if he wanted in, but it was the meaning behind the action he need to get dammit. With a tired sigh, I plopped my ass down in the chair by the window and resigned myself to having to wait for Etienne’s decision. I hope I don’t have to wait too long.

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

(Sebastian’s as a cat…lol)

Seth

Every sound but the one I wanted to hear just moved me closer to the edge than I already was. It’s been hours since I left Etienne standing in the hallway staring at me as if I had two heads on my shoulders. I’d thrown down the gauntlet so to speak and he has of yet to pick it up. I had a right to be upset, although he’d saved my life. He was the one who has brought me into a world I had no idea it even existed. A place where mythical creatures like vampires and warlocks existed. According to him, I’m his fated mate, the one person made my the fates or whomever to be his other half, his lover, and his mate. Yet he hasn’t claimed me other than verbally.

Ever since I laid my eyes on the beautiful vampire, I felt drawn to him in ways I never knew a person could feel about the other. Every touch, every look, and even the scent of him sent my body into a state of total awareness. Even now, with the things I’ve witnessed, it still seems so unreal. I want nothing more than to cement myself in my new found reality. I want to learn who and what I am.

All my life, all I’ve ever done is try to fit in, with my parents, whom I now know aren’t really my parents, but maybe my magical missing in action grandmother. Then there were my peers. The recent bunch of them tried to kill me for who I am and the fact that I am attracted to men. Which one they held more important, I have no clue.

Now there is Etienne, who saw me at my lowest, but managed to make me feel like I am the most important person in his life. He convinced me that the connection I feel towards him is that of being destined to belong to him, but yet he hesitates to take the step I so desperately want him to take. Like any other lover or mate, I want to be acknowledged as such, not only in private but in public too. I can’t take a step outside of this room without being accosted by his coven like I’m some kind of outsider looking to dig up coven secrets. It makes me feel like I don’t belong here, and I tried to get Etienne to understand that, but he is too worried about my safety and my ability or lack thereof of handling the mating ritual.

A sigh left my lips as I leaned forward to pull the throw blanket off the end of the bed and threw it over my legs. I truly understood the fact that for Etienne, there were too many unanswered questions about my life, my relation to a very powerful witch, and my spasdoric magic. But being mated to him wouldn’t change any of it, we would just continue to unravel the puzzle together. I mean whatever the outcome, we’re still destined to be together no matter what from what he has explained to me. So why the delay? That’s what I want to know.

While reaching for my water glass, my bedroom door slammed against the wall and my head snapped around in surprise. I almost knocked the glass off the side table, a flurry of blonde curls whirled into the room and the door slammed closed again. My mouth dropped open when I found my lap full of a disgruntled, pouting Remy. He looked so upset, I had no choice but to wrap my slender arms around him and give his stiff body and comforting squeeze.

“What’s the matter? Where have you been?” The questions tumbled out of my mouth as the little imp huffed out an annoyed breath, at least some the tension seemed to deflate out of his body and he slumped against the arm of the chair.

“Master got tired of me and my so called mate fighting all the time. He thought it was high time that we got over ourselves and claimed each other. So he locked me in a room with that over inflated, egotistical dick head and let nature take it’s course. Now I’m claimed and mated to the idiot and I desperately wish that I could kill him but then I’ll slowly follow him in death.” Remy wailed and dramtically threw his hands up and covered his distraught face.

“So I take it you don’t want to be mated?” I quietly asked. I was curious but at the same time, I didn’t want to upset him any more than he already was.

“Not to him.” Remy bitterly spat and folded his short arms across his tiny chest, his little plump, pink bottom lip protruded even more.

He looked so adorable, but I didn’t dare say it out loud. I was about to open my mouth to offer some sort of platitude, but once again my bedroom door was thrown wide open and Sebastian’s muscular form filled the doorway. Yeesh, I mean, it seemed like everyone but the one person I wanted to join me tonight was just barging into my room.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving our rooms?” The big vampire snapped at Remy.

Remy’s frame stiffened up all over again and he sat up straight as a board and glared daggers at his mate. “Just because we are mated doesn’t mean you are the boss of me. I come and go as I please. I don’t have to report to you or anyone else other than Master Etienne.” He huffed from his perch my lap.

Sebastian advanced further into the room, his face mottled red with anger as he barked out his response. “I am your mate and you will show me the proper respect now that you wear my mark and belong to me.”

Oh snap. Those were fighting words if I’ve ever heard them. I know my volatile little imp wasn’t going to take too kindly to his mate’s attempted domineering ways. I was going to attempt an intervention on the escalating confrontation, but quick as a flash Remy slid from my lap and went flying across the room. Sebastian had no idea what hit him when he slammed into the wall next to the door. Remy was full on out, his fingertips were razor sharp claws, and his fangs has descended. His eyes glowed blood red and he crouched into his fighting stance ready to go to war with his mate.

“How dare you!” He screeched. “To get respect you have to show respect. I’m mated to you so therefore, you should show me that I’m the most cherished, and the most important person in your life. But you treat like I’m some second hand property, only there for your amusement.”

Oh Sookie, Sookie now. This was turning into some real live reality drama. I got up just as Sebastian got to his feet to square off with his little hellion. I could clearly see that he was going to say the wrong thing and to stave off any more physical damage, I closed my eyes and did the only thing I could. I pictured the most docile creature I could in my head and waved my hand towards Sebastian. Opening one eye, I peeked through my lashes to see of it worked, and there sitting on the floor lazily waving it’s big fluffy tail was a pristine white Persian cat with Sebastian’s ice blue eyes.

“Thank you, now maybe I should lock you in a cage for all eternity.” Remy huffed as the cat hissed at him. Sebastian went to shoot out the open door, but he tumbled head first right into Etienne’s shins.

“Hmm… I see Sebastian once again lost the fight.” He said as he picked up the hissing feline and stared his coven member into silence before cradling the now calmed cat in his powerful arms. “What’s going on here?” He asked as he leaned against the door frame and looked from Remy to me and back again.

“Um, they were having a few words and it looked like it was getting out of hand so I…” I finished my waving my fingers towards Sebastian indicating what I’d done without having to verbally spell it out.

“I see. Well, can you change him back please?” Etienne politely intoned, but his words brooked no argument.

“Oh no, leave him like that until I get far enough away so that I’m not convinced I’ll prefer death and murder him rather than live mated to him.” Remy stated before regally exiting my room. His blond curls bouncing indignantly the whole way.

Again closing my eyes and doing what I did before, instead this time, I pictured Sebastian’s human form in my head. I waved my hand and opened my eyes.

“You have got to stop doing that.” The big vampire snapped at me while he straightened his shirt.

Shrugging one shoulder, I responded. “Just be glad I didn’t turn you into the asshole you were being to Remy. Would it kill you to tone down the testosterone a little bit? A little romance will go a long way, you know. He wants to be loved like anyone else and now that you have mated him there is no one else for either of you from what I understand. Not that my own fated has even tried to claim me.” I finished with having to throw that little barb in there at the end towards my own unclaimed mate.

“Um… Yeah.” Sebastian responded clearly picking up on the tension between Etienne and I. Sebastian’s uncertain gaze swung between Etienne and I. “I’ll keep that in mind. I just go…” He pointed towards the hall and made quick work of scooting around Etienne’s hulking frame and out of sight.

We just stood there at an impasse and staring at one another as the minutes ticked by. I refused to break eye contact, but I eventually looked away and turned to pick up my neglected glass of water. Suddenly my mouth was a dry as the Sahara. Now that Etienne was standing in front of me like I’ve wished for practically half the night, I had no clue what else I had to say to the man. I sipped the cool water and I had to choke it down past the lump of trepidation in my throat. What if he came here to tell me he doesn’t want me? What if he sends me away? Where will I go? I can’t go back to school. I’m not even sure if I can go home. Oh god. My breaths started to accelerate and I vision swam in swirls around me. Panic was setting in and I could hear my blood rushing through my ears.

The glass slipped from my sweaty fingers, but before it could hit the plush carpet, Etienne was there to catch it and place it on the side table. He quickly turned and gathered me against his wide chest before he sat down and pulled me into his lap. “Calm down and breathe slowly” He instructed as his used his huge palm to rub soothing circles on my back.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times and I found myself following his breathing pattern. Soon my befuddled brain was receiving the oxygen it needed for coherent thoughts, and all I could do was turn my face into his neck and buried myself underneath his strong chin.

Another few minutes passed as we sat there in silence, me hiding my flushed face, and Etienne trying his best to soothe my frayed nerves by offering comfort that was doing things to my body other than quieting my pulse. My pajama’s tented and with every swipe of his hand against my back, my swollen cock twitched as if it wanted to come out and play. I was all for it, but we had to get past this stalemate we were in.

“You were right. Absolutely nothing will change the fact that you are my fated mate, and nothing that may possibly come our way in our future will ever change the way I am beginning to feel for you. I am blessed to have found you. You could have been taken away from me on that horrid night I found you at death’s door without me even knowing that you ever existed. It’s just that your safety and sanity will always come first for me.” He quietly explained his reticence to me and I just tried to burrow even deeper into his warmth.

“Look at me little one.” He demanded as he pushed his wide shoulder forward and effectively dislodged me from under his throat.

I took my time sitting back, and I took even longer to raise my gaze up to his intensely burning silver orbs. They glowed as bright and as mesmerizing as the full moon outside my bedroom window.

“If you think you are ready and if you understand that once I take you and make you mine, there is no leaving my side for the remainder of our existence. I will turn you into what I am, a creature of the night. You will still be you but you will need my blood to survive just as I will need yours. There will be no other for either of us. Do you understand this? Do you accept the changes that this will bring not only to your life but your body, your mind, and down to your very soul?” He asked me with all seriousness burning in his silvery eyes.

The lump of anxiety in my throat threatened to make it’s presence known again, but I bravely swallowed it into submission and stared right back into my mate’s gorgeous gaze and answered him with certainty. “Yes, I understand and yes, I’m ready.”

The last thing I recalled was the spine tingling growl that Etienne released and the wind rushing through my hair as he propelled us towards his suite of rooms. Desire and a ton load of excitement raced through my veins. Etienne was finally going to make me his and I was equal parts scared out of my mind and exhilarated at the same time. By this time tomorrow night, I was going to be his claimed mate. Oh gosh.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

(Sexy Etienne) (Please enjoy the video Adore you by Nao featuring Abhi/Dijon.)

https://youtu.be/hZlHSFjBip8

Seth

You know that old saying, “Be careful what you ask for, because you just might get it.” Well that popular phrase applied to my current situation by leaps and bounds. I’d demanded Etienne to take me, to finally go through the mating ritual and make me his once and for all. I’d wanted not only his coven, but the entire world to know that I belonged to his man, this eternal being was my vampire. I wanted everyone to know that he belonged to me just as I belonged to him. I’d wanted proof that I’d done something right along the way in my lifespan to be granted the gift to spend my life with a awe inspiring, powerful mate like Etienne.

Now, I was about to get my demands met whether I was ready for it or not. His bedroom door had barely clicked closed behind us before I found myself naked, and splayed out in the middle of his massive bed with my vampire unleashed, and staring at me like I was the most edible thing he’s ever seen. Etienne stood at the end of the bed just staring at me. He looked almost like he’d gone completely feral. His long, thick hair swirled around his powerful shoulders, his fangs had descended to point they were almost piercing his bottom lip, and his eyes, oh my god, his eyes were glowing bright red.

One would think that by the way this very powerful vampire was looking at me, that I’d feel like prey, and I’d be terrified out of my mind. Well, from the intent way he was studying my every breath and the way my body trembled, I’d agree that I did feel like his cornered prize. But I was far from scared. My rock hard, weeping cock was proof of that. I wanted this man, this being with every molecule in me.

The air I was desperately trying to draw into my lungs hitched when Etienne carelessly waved his hand across his body and his clothes filtered to the floor like sheer curtains gently billowing in the wind. A muffled whimper eased past my lips at the naked expanse on flesh now on display for me to fully enjoy and drool over. My heart began pounding even harder against my rib cage, and for some reason my instincts were screaming at me to make the first move, to do something to get him on this bed by any means necessary. Not that I didn’t enjoy his heated perusal of my body, but I was dying to feel him against me, to have those big hands and that impressive cock mastering me in every way possible.

Using my heels and my hands I pushed myself towards the headboard of the bed, and that was all it took to get my vampire moving. Etienne frowned, it seemed he didn’t want me distancing myself from him, so he simply climbed up on the end of the bed, grabbed me by my ankles and effortlessly slid me back into the middle of the mattress. It was like the heavens had opened up and the Angels started to sing when he laid his big, hot body over mine and covered me completely. He braced his weight on his elbows and those hypnotic red eyes trapped me in place.

My eyelids flattered when he lowered his head and used the tip of his tongue to lick the curve of my bottom lip. “Are you absolutely sure about this my fated? For once it’s done there will be no leaving my side ever again. This mating is for eternity.” He whispered and my entire body shuddered with anticipation underneath his. I may not be sure of a lot of things since the night my so-called friends and roommates had beaten me and left me for dead. I wasn’t sure about my abilities as a warlock or witch. Hell, I wasn’t even sure about the identity of my parents and my missing in action grandmother. But I was sure as ever about my feelings for this man.

He’d come for me and saved me when I was on the brink of death. He’d healed me and cared for me like no one has ever bothered to care for me all my life. He’d taken the time to explain to me who and what I am. And most importantly, he’d accepted me for me, flaws and all. Despite my lack of knowledge about anything magical, and about the thin veil separating the preternatural world from the human world, Etienne still wanted plain old me. He acted like I was the greatest gift the fates could have ever bestowed upon him.

From the moment I laid eyes on the man, even as battered and bruised as I was, I wanted him. It was unreal how bad I’d desired him. I’d hung on his every word. I’d forced myself to endure the pain of moving just to keep my eyes on him when he’d come to me in the evenings to see how I was doing. I knew the moment his blood touched my tongue that he was it for me. My logical mind had trouble coming to terms with my new situation in life, but my heart was already all in and very much accepting of my vampire. So I gave him the only response I could to his question.

Using his wide shoulders, I pulled myself up and captured his lips with mine. I used the tip of tongue to tease the seam of his mouth and he immediately opened for me. I boldly went straight for one of his fangs, knowing that they were extremely sensitive. I ran my tongue over the razor tipped tooth and shivered with pride when I felt his groan resonating through his chest and mine. I pulled back and looked directly into those glowing orbs. “I’m yours.” I whispered to him and I was rewarded by his lips crashing against mine.

There was nothing gentle about his kiss. It was lips, teeth, and yes, his very talented tongue. How he managed to thoroughly claim my mouth with his fangs descended the way they were was beyond me. I wasn’t complaining, I was fucking burning up. I felt like my blood was on fire as it pulsed through my veins. I legs fell apart and Etienne’s hips settled in between my thighs like he was meant fit there perfectly. His rigid cock brushed against mine and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Never before has the simplicity of skin to skin contact with anyone else been so overwhelmingly delicious.

I couldn’t help the desperate whimpers and moans as Etienne worked his talented mouth from my lips, over my chin, and down the length of my throat. He lapped and nipped those toe curling fangs against the sensitive flesh where my neck curved into my shoulder. Every scrape of his teeth against my skin caused a fresh wave of heat to shoot straight to my throbbing cock. My balls tingled and my thighs quivered as I writhed underneath the glorious bulk of sculpted body. His big hands caressed and mastered my body like he made it.

“You were made for me, my little love. So beautiful.” Etienne murmured and his words went directly to my already fluttering heart.

He continued his journey down to my chest, his lips drew one of my nipples into the heated cavern of his mouth and I could help but to cry out and arch my back in a plea for more. All of my senses were completely taken over by this man. I was totally enraptured with him.

My breath stuttered out of my mouth, and my fingers dug into the thick muscles of his shoulders as he continued to lick his way over my abdomen. Desire pulsed through me and anticipation had me lifting my hips off the bed silently pleading for him to hurry up and reach the destination of my pulsing dick. I was already on edge by the time those soft lips and moist tongue glided over my hip bones and he buried his nose in the prickly hairs of my pubes.

Etienne inhaled deeply like he was drawing the very essence of my skin into his lungs. Then, he eased away from me and I looked down to watch wide eyed as he parted his lips over the dripping head of my shaft. His tongue snaked out and he flattened it to swipe my fluids from the oversensitized tip and all coherent thought exploded out of my mind. All I heard through the blood rushing through my ears was a keening whine, it took a minute for me to realize that I was the one making that sound. Etienne was busy bobbing that masterful mouth up and down the length of my cock and nothing in any language on the face of the Earth could have described the feeling.

Fisting my hands in his hair, I shamelessly fucked his mouth and he let me. His thick arms wrapped under my legs and around my thighs pulling them even wider apart. He settled his broad shoulders in between them, hollowed his cheeks, and inhaled my cock deeper into the warm tissues at the back of his throat. The feeling was absolutely sublime and my balls drew up tighter against my body. I was primed and ready to explode, I was almost there, but god I wanted to come with my vampire’s massive dick buried deep in my ass, but I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing either. I was a mess of trembling limbs and scattered thoughts.

An anxious groan bubbled out of my throat when Etienne slid his warm, wet mouth off my shaft. My fingers tightened his hair as if to pull him back to my groin but he shook me off with ease. “Shh baby, I need to get inside of you.” His warm breath brushed over my lips and clung to him even tighter.

His body surged up over mine and I heard the sound of his bedside drawer opening and the fumbling of his hand as he searched for something. A bottle of lube dropped next to my head and Etienne returned his entire focus back to me. I was thrilled to see that he was panting and barely holding himself together. I wasn’t the only one being swept away in the tide of emotions floating in the very air around us.

Etienne’s hands soothingly rubbed my thighs before he reached for the lube and opened the bottle. The snick of the cap was like a gunshot going off in the otherwise quiet room. My heart felt like it was going to come through the wall of my chest with how hard it pounding. I watched as he liberally coated his thick fingers with the viscous fluid, and I wasn’t disappointed when I felt those same fingers slide into the crevice of his ass. I nearly jumped ten feet into the air when they circled my puckered entrance, and I had to remember to breathe and relax when he tapped a determined tip against the clenched muscles there.

“You feel so good, my fated, I can’t wait to feel this hot, tight ass wrapped around my dick.” Etienne lewdly purred in my ear as his busy fingers continued to circle my entrance. His lips captured my startled hiss when the tip of his digit pushed past the protective muscles and buried itself knuckle deep inside my channel. The feeling of being breached so inimately had me almost swalllowing my tongue if Etienne hadn’t been currently sucking on it.

My vampire curved his intruding finger deep in my chute and the tip brushed against that certain little gland that had fireworks bursting behind the lids of my eyes. Tremors shook my entire frame. My hips took a mind of their own and they rolled up of the bed driving my ass over Etienne’s hand. I was rocking myself on his fingers, so focused on the feelings erupting in my ass that I barely registered when he gently inserted another digit until he scissored me open.

“Oh please, oh please, oh please… I gasped, begging for relief, anything to alleviate the tension building up in my muscles. This was the definition of pleasurable pain. I couldn’t decide if what he was doing to me hurt of it just felt extremely good.

My ass clamped down on Etienne’s fingers and he grunted in response. He must have decided that he’d prepared me enough, because his fingers glided out of me to be immediately replaced with the blunt tip of his cock. A sheen of sweat coated his defined muscles and his eyes glowed even brighter as the mushroomed head pushed through the ring of muscles at my entrance.

“Fucking hell!” He groaned a second before he wound those muscular arms under my legs and then I was airborne. My arms wrapped around his neck and my chest slapped against his shoulder. My thighs were splayed wide open, my calves dangled over his flexing forearms. My cock was trapped against the rigid muscles of his abs. I was face to face with my vampire, breathing and sharing the same heated air. The tip of his cock penetrated the entrance my slicked hole, and my jaw clenched tight as Etienne slowly allowed gravity and my weight to slide me down the length of his thickness.

“Oh my gawd.” I squawked when my ass pressed against his corded, thick thighs. Every inch of his impressive length was buried deep inside my body. I felt like he was deep enough for his tip to be lodged in my throat.

“Mine, my fated. S’good.” Etienne slurred his words as if he was drugged. “Ride me baby. You are in control. Take what you need.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I waited for the burn of his entry to ease away a little before I used my grip on his shoulders and my thighs around his abdomen to push up the length of his shaft before letting myself slide back down. The friction, the heat, and aided by the slippery glide of the lube, and I was in heaven. Etienne continued to encourage my movements. Using the palms of his hands splayed over my butt cheeks and he effortlessly lifted me up and let me drop back down as he fucked up into me.

The sound of our bodies slapping against each other, the combined scents of sex, his skin and mine had my head swirling. I felt like I was on fire, the more I rode him was the hotter I felt, but I couldn’t stop. I was chasing something, something that was right there within reach. My breath stuttered and a wave of fire poured it’s heat down the length of my spine. I screamed Etienne’s name and I realized he was murmuring something against the sweaty skin at my throat.

I watched mesmerized as he continued to thrust up into me, he raised his head and looked me directly in the eye before he grunted. “Do you accept me as your mate? You agree to honor our bond as I will honor you for the remainder of our existence?”

A gasp gushed out of my throat as my heart rate increased even more. I felt like my entire body was on the verge of combusting, but I held on and stared right back into my mate’s eyes. “Yes.” I wailed and I could take my next breath, Etienne plunged his fangs deep into muscles of my throat. My whole body exploded, every nerve, every sense fragmented into a million pieces as my cock spurted my release over and over again between our writhing bodies. My channel clamped down and my chute ruthlessly milked the length of Etienne’s pulsing cock. His tongue swiped over the puncture wounds in my skin and he threw his head back. The veins in his neck protruded as he grunted out his release.

The warmth of his come coated my insides and I felt like a veil of energy surrounded us tightly and it’s force seeped deep into our bones. We were completely in sync with one another, our pulse rates, and even the rate of our breathing totally matched.

Etienne bared his throat and ran a sharp nail right over his vein. “Drink my fated, make me yours.” He said as I watched the thick rivulets of blood trickle down the side of his throat.

Leaning forward, I closed my lips over opened vein and pulled the warm fluid into my mouth. I’ve taken his blood before, but I wasn’t prepared for the fire that erupted in the middle of my chest as I swallowed the mouthful of his very life force. My thoughts were overtaken and memories I realized that weren’t mine flooded my brain. Feelings that didn’t originate from me overtook my senses. With a surprised gasp and leaned back and looked into Etienne’s now dark eyes.

“We are now one my little love. You will know what I feel when I feel it, and you will be able to pick up on my thoughts in time. We were truly mated, connected by our love and magic of our mating.” He explained and I could only blink up at him in response.

Etienne slowly eased his softening cock out my spasming channel. I immediately felt the loss of being physically connected to him, but he leaned forward and soothed me a gentle kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up little one, and then we rest and recuperate.” He whispered and then he carried my exhausted body into the ensuite bathroom. By the time Etienne had lovingly washed every inch of my body and my head hit the pillow, it took no time at all for me to fall asleep with my mate’s much larger body wrapped around mine. I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

(The Stunning Catherine Zeta- Jones as my idea of Seth’s Grandmother.)

Etienne

Shooting upright in bed, my heart pounded in my chest, my fangs were on full display with my hands curled into claws against any threat causing my sudden wakefulness. I blinked until my vision cleared and a surprised gasp filtered past my lips. My little love was sitting just as upright as I was, but he was staring off into space with unseeing eyes and mumbling under his breath. Seth looked like he had no idea as to where he was and what he was doing, and even with my paranormal hearing, I couldn’t make out his words. He sounded like he was speaking an old native language, it sounded almost like he was chanting.

Fingers of anxiety scraped it’s sharpened nails down the length of my spine. I watched my little love rock back and forth like he was in some sort of trance. I couldn’t help but to reach out for him, to feel for myself that he was here with me, in my bed, safe and secure. But the minute my palms touched his skin, I barely had time to register the heat coming off him. My mind fragmented, it was like I was sucked into a swirling vortex. My vision blurred, it felt almost as if I was traveling at warped speed. The walls of my rooms flashed by at an alarming rate. Then, all of a sudden, everything came to a stomach churning standstill.

Lightheaded and confused, I peered around my surroundings only to see that I was still in my bedroom. I shook my head trying my best to clear it. Seth was now sitting in between my spread thighs, sleepily snuggled under my chin, totally calm and at peace. We were both fully dressed, sitting on top of my freshly made bed. The other surprise was, we were not alone. There sitting at the end of our bed was a stunning woman. One can tell she was an older than even myself, but still eternally beautiful.

She was wearing one of those flowing gypsy like dresses. The woman sat with her legs crossed and her dainty hands resting in her lap. Yards and yards of colorful material spread across the rich satin duvet covering my bed. Her hair flowed like rich, milk chocolate waves down her back. Eyes very much like the pretty jeweled toned ones usually staring back at me from Seth’s gorgeous face was intently studying me, but from her face. My jumbled thoughts finally clicked into place as I guess the woman’s identity. She smiled as if she could’ve actually read his thoughts.

“Ah, Etienne. It’s nice to finally meet you in person. I am Antoinette Devereaux, your mother and I have been good friends over the centuries. I am sure she’ll be just as pleased as I am that you have found your fated in non arrière petit-fils, (my great grandson). “ Her voice chimed like little musical bells as she explained who she was.

I looked down at fated only to see that he was more interested in cuddling, and nuzzling his lips against my throat rather than listening to what his great grandmother had to say. I went to say something to him but the legendary witch held up her hand and I politely closed my mouth.

“I know this situation seems funny or what you young people would probably term as weird. There is a reason I’m here after spending centuries in seclusion. There is also a reason Seth is unaware of what’s going on at the moment. My spells have made sure of that. No one other than you can see, hear, or even sense me on this mortal plane at the moment, and I’d like to keep it that way for Seth’s safety.” She sighed.

“Morgan has already tried his hand at ending Seth’s life for the mere fact that the old fool thinks too much of himself. He thinks he is all powerful and therefore he refuses to believe he is not meant to ruled by other paranormal beings. He aspires to a greatness that is not his birthright mon aime, (my dear). That rite of passage has always belonged to you once you mated with my dear Seth. You were not made aware of this, but your parents have known since your birth. Things have happened in the past, terrible wars, and great discord amongst the not only vampires and warlocks, but amongst the shapeshifters as well.” Antoinette gracefully rose from the end of the bed and paced across the room. She picked up her diary from my desk and smiled fondly at the book before replacing it on the shiny surface.

She turned back to facing me. “My granddaughter’s mate, a human was easily influenced and he’d sided with Morgan’s warped beliefs, lured with the promises of riches and power beyond his imaginations. He was easily led astray by Morgan’s black magic, and he did the unthinkable. He tried to kill my granddaughter and their unborn child, your fated mate. Morgan had made sure that I was far away and occupied with my coven’s business at the time. I was in Tanzania, while my granddaughter was in London. I was too far away when I sensed her distress. My spells were only strong enough to save Seth, and she died in early childbirth induced by injuries her own husband had inflicted with a dagger Morgan had tainted with poison.”

Shaking my head, I could only imagine, her rage and desperation. Even now, those volatile emotions shimmered under the surface of her skin. I wondered where was her daughter and her husband was when this occurred. Where were they when their daughter was in the hands of a murderous puppet? I heard Antoinette’s chuckle, and I looked up into her all-knowing eyes, and again I had the feeling that she could read my thoughts. I surely hoped not, because I knew for a fact that they were not always appropriate, especially when they involved my sexy mate, and his tight, fit little body.

“Oh, I am so happy you have found one another.” Antoinette smiled fondly at us before she got all serious again. “My daughter and her husband had fallen to their death defending our coven from outside threats from shifters, and other warlocks attempting to gain more than what they are entitled to. They were not alive when Fabienne met and mated her human. They were not there to bless the couple when they conceived Seth. I was the only blood relative he had left, and I was not quick enough to help her. So I vowed to help her son.”

“I returned shortly after the incident, just in time to retrieve Seth from one of my coven’s healers. I immediately sent him into the human world. No one knew Seth had survived that night. My granddaughter’s mate hadn’t believed in the truths told by the elders in regards to mated pairs. So of course, when Fabienne drew her last breath, so did he. I bound Seth’s powers and he was not made aware of the paranormal world, and then I disappeared for two reasons. One, was to grieve for my only remaining grandchild, and two, to protect Seth the best I could without drawing the attention of surrounding paranormal beings.”

“Both species, the human and the paranormal worlds began mixing amongst one another even more as time went by. My greatest fear had become a reality when Morgan found out that Seth had indeed survived. His second attempt on Seth’s life was that night, the night I praise the fates, you found him. There was also a little help from the winds I used to carry his scent to entice you to hunt for him.” Her smile became smug as she walked over towards us.

“Now that he is truly mated to you, the mating ritual will remove the bindings I have placed on his powers, and the block I had in place on natural instincts in regards to those powers and how to use them. He will have questions, and I am giving you those answers to pass on to him. Morgan has a location spell on me in this realm, so I cannot remain here. My presence will draw him right to Seth. You and your coven need to prepare to handle Morgan and his flock of mindless spawns.”

“Fortunately for me, he will never have the level of power I have, or Seth has now that he has gone through his Awakening with you. Be aware that everything beyond last month will no longer exist for Seth and the humans who were his parents. They have been released from their duty as his guardians, and now they’re free to live their lives and reap the rewards given to them for the loyalty by my coven. Be safe, be blessed, and take care of my great grandson.” She spun on her heels and sauntered to the middle of the room.

“The humans involved with Seth’s injuries have been dealt with. Your only concern is to figure out how to defeat Morgan. He has gained a massive following with not only the warlocks in his coven, but a few of the shifters and lower level Vampires as well. You have a fight coming your way whether you like it or not, and like any great leader defending the good of his kingdom, you have choices to make. I am sure with my Seth at your side, you will make the right ones. I’m not far away, have Seth read my diary, all will be made clear to him.” The witch gave me one last endearing smile before she faded away right before my eyes.

A puff of warm air brushed against the sensitive skin of my throat and I looked down into Seth beautiful face. He was fast asleep, his body totally limp against mine. His pretty pink lips were slightly parted and his sweet breath tickled my Adams apple as he continued to breathe through his mouth. He was blissfully unaware of what just happened.

This was not how I imagined I’d wake up this morning. Not after having made Seth completely mine, and spending the entire night learning every delicious inch of his body. Letting him explore mine to his heart’s content before feeding him some of my blood to seal the final ties between us as true mates. He will now have the ability to feel what I feel.

We will share a mind link. He can mentally speak to me and I to him. As the leader of my coven, I am still able to drink from others for survival purposes, but I have no desire to taste anyone other than Seth. He has not been turned, and if I can help it, I will never turn him completely into a Vampire. I don’t know what a turning would do to his warlock.

Damn, I wished I had the forbearance to ask Antoinette that question, but to be honest, I didn’t expect to wake up to see my mate naked and chanting, to be shot through some type of spell into a vision of the witch’s making. I’m grateful that she’s answered the plethora of questions in regards to Seth’s background, but now I have even more about his future. Morgan, that crazy fucker has signed his fucking death certificate. What sick fuck tries to kill an infant, one in utero as a matter of fact? So that’s like attempting to take not one but two lives for his own selfish purposes.

Morgan’s mortality and his delusions of grandeur are slowly coming to an end. But before I can deal with the warlock. I had my own magic man to take care of first. It’s going to be interesting as hell when my fated opens those big beautiful eyes of his. I’m dying to hear what going to come out of his mouth, as well as I’m dying to see what he is going to do. I got up from the bed, easily lifting his slender frame in my arms. I gently placed him back on the satin sheets, and covered him with a thin blanket.

I watched him sleep for another few minutes. He looked so young and innocent, so carefree, and simply stunning in my bed. He was where he belonged, and nothing or nobody is ever going to threaten him or our bond ever again. I turned away from the beauty in my bed. There are several things that needs to be set in place for my love’s protection. I stopped mid-stride in the middle of my bedroom as the memories of farm animals running rampant throughout my mansion, and random spells formed in my mind. I think I may have to set up a few wards to save my coven members from my mate as well while I’m at it.

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

(Seth’s magic at work)

Seth

It’s been week since I’ve fully mated with my vampire, and the surprises that I’ve had to deal with since that fateful night just kept coming. My missing in action grandmother had finally decided to make an appearance, and with her visit she imparted some long overdue information. To be honest, I didn’t know whether to be pissed off or elated over the fact that I’m considered a warlock, and supposedly a powerful one at that.

Etienne and my grandmother had explained that the reason I’m considered more powerful was because I was born to warlock parents, both my mother and father were full bloodied, born warlocks, therefore, making me a pure blood. After so many centuries of human DNA mixed with paranormal species due to living amongst one another. It is unheard of to be a pure blood, a rarity in fact. Over the years, the Fates had evolved the balance so humans became the majority and multiple paranormal beings became the minority.

There had been so much fighting and feuds going on between the supernatural clans trying to one up one another. Trying to prove which species were superior to the other. The Fates had gotten fed up and made it so, the humans became he dominant species and mates to mythical beings, rendering the bloodlines and magical powers to a diluted version of what they were.

Another bit of stunning news was from my mated himself, he decided to share a piece of information that is not widely known by anyone, other than those he’s trusted in his coven. Namely Jacques, Remy, Sebastian, and few other of his loyal guards. I recalled when I’d just, met my vampire, and I asked him what he was, and he’d cryptically replied, he was a vampire amongst other things. I never dreamed of what the explanation of the other things could be.

It seems that my fated mate was not only a vampire, sired by one of the original ancients, meaning that he was stronger than the average vampire. When Etienne was turned however many centuries ago, it was during a rather rampaging feud between the warlocks and vampire clans. Etienne had been a prisoner of that war so to speak, and his sire had been totally enamored with him.

Etienne was captured, he was a young beautiful, a pureblood warlock himself and he was purposely turned by his vampire sire in secret. The act alone was considered totally taboo, and no one knew what the outcome would have been, turning a witch into a vampire. When the blood madness had taken over, Etienne had lost all control of his magic. His powers had been enhanced by his new-found vampire abilities. Young and terrified, his powers escaped his control and he killed everything with a heartbeat and then some within a fifty-mile radius when he was in the grips of his blood lust.

Etienne’s history was not a pretty one. He’d wiped out nearly half the vampire coven, including his sire, and much of the warlocks who were still in the middle of feuding over power and territories. The elders had to step in and they had called for an immediate pact between the two species. They’d taken Etienne in hand not knowing what to do with such a powerful being. If it wasn’t for Jacques’ and Etienne’s parents who had sworn on their lives to train Etienne and teach him how to control the two sides of himself, then the elders would’ve otherwise had to put him down.

The truth of Etienne’s hybrid nature was a well-kept secret amongst the vampires. The warlocks weren’t even aware that such a being existed. Those who may have guessed, those who had survived and managed to tell their tale, were seen as eccentrics, story tellers embellishing on a legend that doesn’t exist. The elders had kept their mouths shut, and like any old historical tale, it completely changed with each retelling and morphed into something else as time went by.

During the day while Etienne rested, I spent my time absorbing every word in my grandmother’s diary. I would only put it down when Remy demanded my attention. It was almost comical the change that has occurred within the walls of Etienne’s home. Now, that I’m rightfully mated. Etienne had called a coven meeting to announce our mating and introduced me to the vampires that made up his close-knit family. Everyone from the guards, to the families residing under the protection to Etienne’s care.

The story of how he came to be a coven leader was still unfolding and my mind was working overtime trying to absorb all the information it’s been processing so far. Etienne’s history alone was mind boggling. For someone who has lived as long as he has, seen what he’s seen, and his wealth of experience sometimes made me feel extremely inadequate, an improper choice as a mate to someone so spectacular.

But trust my man to see past all my insecurities and has repeatedly tried to reinforce the fact that the Fates had chosen me specifically, for him. He’s went on to tell me that I am more precious than anything he has ever encountered on all of his life, and it he who is not worthy of me. Now tell me how that does make my heart melt right in the middle of my chest. If I didn’t know that I was already in live with my vampire, I would’ve certainly known it then.

Resting the diary on my lap, I closed my eyes and tested one of my new-found abilities. I had almost dropped off the chair I was sitting on the library one day when Etienne’s voice had suddenly penetrated my thoughts. He began to whisper the naughtiest things to me. What a way to find out that we shared a mind link as mates.

Our link was a very strong one, I’d sat there squirming in my seat while Remy lamented about his mate, Sebastian. My little friend asked me if I could turn his unromantic mate into something like a gargoyle or a garden gnome. Something he can set outside for all eternity and not have to deal with at all. Etienne had continued to torment all day for the remainder of the day, by the time I cornered him in his office, and the minute his large hand brushed against my engorged cock, I’d gone off like a rocket-launched firecracker on the Fourth of July.

Now it was my turn, Etienne should be awake by now, and since he hasn’t sought me out as of yet, that only meant that Jacques or Sebastian had gotten to him first with a million and one things concerning coven business. Well, all that is going to have to wait until my cravings were satisfied and I got to spend a little quality time with my mate.

The concerns of the coven were important, but they would still be there an hour later. Our time spent to together reaffirming our bond and making it stronger was not only for our benefit, but also for the greater good of the coven. A happy leader, was a strong leader, and I needed to my little bit of happiness as well. I haven’t taken blood from Etienne since our mating.

The effect his blood had on me scared me at first because I didn’t understand what it was that I was feeling. We shared everything during a feeding, our thoughts, our feelings and emotions. Especially our desire for each other. We connected on such a level, words cannot describe it. It was like our souls are joined together as one. I was feeling the urgency for Etienne, it felt like a hollow, empty void had opened up in my gut and nothing other than getting to my mate will ease the emptiness.

Taking a deep breath, I cleared my mind of everything except for Etienne. Like a GPS navigation system, I thought about his location and a small gasp hissed through my lips when a light flickered in my head. The light turned into a small, bright orb of white light that slowly grew bigger and bigger until I was looking at something that resembled a large oval screen.

Shadowed figures began to flash across the screen and I tried to focus on what I was seeing. The image cleared and my jaw dropped at the sight I was seeing in my head. It was Etienne clear as day. He was seated behind his massive desk in his library with Jacques and Sebastian seated on the other side. They were discussing something, but I was so busy looking at my gorgeous mate and his guards to register what was being said.

Etienne has never mentioned being able to actually see what I was doing when he attempted the mind link with me. He just said that he is able to speak to me. He was able to feel my emotions. Shit, my eyes flashed opened and I jumped to my feet. I had to go see if the picture in my head matched the reality of what is actually happening. Did I just have a vision or am I able to locate and see what my mate is doing in real time.

The guards stationed outside my bedroom door jumped when I yanked it wide open and raced down the hall towards Etienne’s library. They no longer tried to stop me from going wherever in the house I needed to go in order to find Etienne. I believe there were two reasons behind my new-found freedom. The first is that I’m officially mated, but the real reason I believe is that they are afraid I’ll change them into some type of farm animal for however long the spell took to wear off.

Skidding to a halt in front of the library doors, I waved me hand and the doors opened. Another neat little trick I discovered while practicing my magic. But never mind that, there sat all three men just like I seen them in the picture in my head. They were wearing the exact same clothes, seated in the exact same positions. Except for now, all heads were turned in my direction and they were all looking at me as if I’d lost my mind.

I stood there fidgeting as I studied the same scene I saw just moments before in my mind. I had no clue of how I was going to explain myself to my mate and his friends. I wondered if they’ll think that I’ve finally lost it and gone crazy. I tilted my head to the side and stared at my mate who was looking at me without one iota of surprise on his handsome face. Not like his two most trusted guards who were sitting there, gaping at me like I have two heads on my shoulders.

“I need to talk to you. It’s important.” I managed to say through clenched teeth. Was this another situation where there are bits of information my mate decided not to share with me, and if so why. It’s not like it can hurt me, can it?

I watched my mate rise from behind his desk and walk towards me. My hands curls into fists at my sides, and a pulse of energy ran through my body. Sebastian and Jacques quickly got to their feet and mumbled something about having to be somewhere before they all but ran out of the room.

Etienne held up two hands like one would when they are surrendering. “Now baby, I can feel your confusion and your anger. You need to calm down.” He whispered as if he was trying to placate a misbehaving, irrational child.

If someone had asked me what I’d been thinking at the time I did what I’d done in that particular moment, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. All I could recall was the feelings of overwhelming anger, and unfairness of it all. My body felt like it was going to meltdown, and there my mate was standing in the middle of the room looking like he knew something I didn’t and it just upset me all the more.

My identity was kept from me my entire life for my safety. My magic was bound until I met my mate for my safety. I wasn’t told what I am capable of doing for my safety. I was tired of being the last one to know. I was pissed that no one saw how unfair it was to me, that combined with my blood lust for mate set me off.

The next thing I knew was that I’d raised both hands over my chest, and there was a flash of bright lights coming from the palm of my hand. It was quick, like a lightning strike that illuminated the entire room for mere seconds, enough to blind me for a few minutes. I had to blink my eyes over and over again in attempts to clear my vision, and in a sense.

I wish I’d gone blind altogether. Because when my vision cleared, my vampire was crouched on top of his desk. Etienne’s gorgeous dark eyes had gone blood red, and his lethal fangs with their razor-sharp tips and dropped well past his bottom lip as he bared them at me.

Unbeknownst to me and the reckless use of my magic, aimed towards him this time had awakened that dormant beast. The dark side of who he is, the monster my mate has so diligently fought to keep its baser nature under control. The side of himself with that never ending need to hunt, to pursue, to conquer what it felt was his right. Etienne’s vampire was fully awake, and the look in those swirling red orbs gave me one clear message.

Run.

Chapter 16

https://youtu.be/RF0HhrwIwp0

Chapter 16

(Waterfall in the forest behind Etienne’s house) ** Enjoy the video Kings of Leon, Sex on Fire…I thought it was appropriate. ;P**

Seth

Shit, Shit, and holy shit… My heart felt like it was going burst out of my chest, it was pumping so fast. I skidded around the corner of the hallway and into the massive den. My eyes frantically darted from side to side as I desperately searched the room for an escape route. I heard the screeches of surprise behind me. I heard the grunts of the coven members unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time as Etienne’s vampire plowed through them like they were bowling pins being knocked over by a bowling ball.

I spotted Remy waving at me like a madman from across the room. He was standing by the patio doors, of which he’d flung wide open and he was flagging me over towards them. I wasted no time as I scurried around the large sofas, quickly excusing myself from the smiling, excited faces of the people in the room. In my haste, I didn’t register the absolute glee in which Etienne’s coven members were reacting to our little show.

I hit threshold of the double doors and the commotion behind me had me swiveling my head around in time to my mate barreling into the room. My eyes went wider, and I almost swallowed my tongue when Etienne’s blood red gaze fixated on me. There was so much lust and raw heat blazing from the swirling depth of his eyes. I swear, I had to take a moment to clamp my thighs together or else my cock was going to explode right then and there.

Etienne open his mouth and showed off the impressive length of his fangs. He released a deep, blood curdling growl and that was my cue to haul ass. I dashed out the door without a backward glance. As I cleared the steps of the enormous patio and my feet hit the manicured lawns behind Etienne’s house, I realized that Remy was at my side.

“What are you doing?” I panted as I made a beeline for the intricate gardens. My heart continued to flutter away at a mile a minute. I wasn’t scared per say. Deep down I know Etienne wouldn’t hurt a hair on my head. I’ve only encountered his vampire a few times, but nothing more than a brief under the surface kind of meeting. I never seen him like this, and who the fuck knew that a little energy ball would bring out this response from my mate. Okay, I’ll admit maybe the little jolt was more like a lightning strike. But in my defense, my mate is an all-powerful being, he can take a hit. And boy did he.

There wasn’t a scratch on him, but I had brought forth his vampire and it seemed that he wanted to play. Shit and double shit, from the look on my vampire’s face, I knew I was in for it one way or the other if and when he caught up with me. I should just stop and take my punishment like a big boy, but some instinct, something deep inside of me was telling me, more like pushing me to go on. To take my vampire on a merry little chase, to run him as far as I could and make the chase interesting.

Some sort of challenge was issued with my wayward magic, and by running, by setting of a chase. It seems that my mate has gladly accepted the challenge. All that this little scenario needed was an announcer standing in the middle of the yard with a bull horn, hollering on the top of his lungs. “Let the games begin.”

“This is so fucking exciting, better than going on a group hunt.” Remy twittered beside me. He kept pace with my pumping legs as I dashed through the plethora of flowers. I took a sharp left off the paved pathway and headed for the trees circling Etienne’s private residence.

This is the first time I’ve been anywhere outside Etienne’s home. I had no clue where I was going, but it seems that Remy did. He was guiding me without verbally telling me where to go. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and he seemed to be jogging along, barely winded, like he did this sort of thing on a daily basis. Come to think of it, I wasn’t feeling the excursion I should be feeling either.

Hell, my old self would have been sweating like a hog while panting and wheezing, in need of oxygen and on the verge of cardiac arrest with all this running. But I felt fine, I felt like I could do this all night, and for some reason excitement zinged through my veins. The adrenaline running through my system made me feel high, like I was on top of the world.

As we cleared the property line between the lawns and the line of trees, darkness settled in around us and I slowed to a halt, listening to the eerie silence that suddenly enveloped us. My head snapped up and my heart picked up an insane pace as I watched several shadows jumping silently jumping from branch to branch through the tree tops above us.

“Don’t panic. Although this isn’t a true hunt, but an elaborate power play going on between you and Etienne, there is no way he wouldn’t have the guards out here protecting every pretty piece of hair on your head. That’s just Sebastian and Jacques, who I am sure wouldn’t miss this for the world.

Their team of enforcers are following us closely behind and so are the coven members. I’m sure they are scattered throughout the forest. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Master on the hunt, and let me tell you, if he catches you before time, I’m going to be pissed. Sebastian will owe me a romantic candle light dinner with all the frills if we make it to the waterfall without Etienne ravishing you.

“What do you mean by the hunt? I thought you said this wasn’t a real hunt. Is my mate hunting me? I’m confused. I just thought I’d pissed off his vampire.” I set my incredulous glare on my tiny friend.

“Come on we can run and talk at the same time. I’m sure you feel Etienne’s essence. He’s stalking. If you want to make this a good one. We have to get moving.” Remy grabbed my wrist and began tearing through the trees. I didn’t even feel the slender branches whipping against us as we pushed through them. They brushed over my skin like silk instead of ripping my flesh to shreds.

Remy went on to explain, the basic instincts of a vampire to me. In the past, their primitive need to hunt their prey for the blood they needed to sustain their health. How they had to use their senses, their stealth, and their powers of persuasion to keep the humans from discovering their existence. The practice of the entire coven going out and hunting because there was safety in numbers. Back then the efficiency of bagged blood didn’t exist. The fact that vampires could feed off each other and not as mated pair was an unknown detail.

As time, knowledge, and technology progressed and evolved, the populations became more civilized, and so did the vampire species. The need to hunt, the trill of submitting to their basic survival instincts and the drive to do so lessened over time.

I discovered that with using my magic on Etienne, it released a challenge. I am the omega to his alpha, and I’d unknowingly challenged his manhood, his dominance over me, and his vampire didn’t like it, hence this merry little chase. Remy went on to warn me about what will happen when Etienne catches up to me. He told me not to fight my instincts.

Remy giggled and wiggled his eyebrows at me when he said he hoped my ass will survive the pounding Etienne was going to unleash on it. Just the thought had my mind reeling off into visions of having naughty, sweaty, dirty sex with my sexy vampire in the middle of this damn forest. Hell, I wanted to stop and let him catch me so we could get to the good stuff, but I kept on.

Soon, I heard the sound of rushing water in the distance. Remy abruptly stopped and I almost plowed into his back. I sidestepped with my arms waving widely in the air and a muffled a string of curses poured out of my mouth when my ass ungraciously landed on the soggy ground.

“Damn it, Remy…Wha…” I snapped my head up and my sentence was cut off when I stared directly into my mates glowing crimson eyes. It was like he’d popped up out thin air. His face was a mere inch from mine, and I little whimper of surprise bubbled out of my throat.

“Um…Yeah, that’s… Well, that’s my cue to leave. Bye Seth.” Remy mumbled. “Master.” He acknowledged Etienne who didn’t even bother to break eye contact with me as Remy cautiously stepped a wide circle around where Etienne literally had me pinned to the ground.

“Clear Out. Go home.” Etienne’s deep baritone resounded around the clearing moments before a magical misty fog began rolling in over the water and cocooning us in mystic white cloud of privacy.

Leaves ruffled, and tree branches shivered as the members of the coven and Etienne’s guards retreated back towards the house. When there was nothing but the sounds of the forest’s nocturnal creatures scurrying through the brush, and the noise of the waterfall pouring into the pond, Etienne refocused those brilliant eyes on me.

My mate swung a thick thigh over my legs and used one hand to push me in the middle of my chest until I was lying flat on my back amongst the grass beside the lake. Wide eyed, I looked up into his face. His sculpted cheek bones were a little more prominent. His hair seemed longer. The thick dark waves flowed down his back and a few pieces gently stirred away from his chiseled face with the late evening breeze.

Etienne straddled my body. His ass rested on my thighs just below my straining cock. “Some has been a naughty little warlock.” The deep rumble of his voice shot straight to my swollen balls. His lips were mere centimeters from mine. His warm breath caressed across my lips and I wanted to raise my head and claim his mouth, but something told me to remain absolutely still.

Etienne continued his mind-numbing torment by running the tip of his nose from the lobe of my ear, down the side of my neck and I hissed when one sharp, pointed fang scraped across my jugular vein.

“Do you know what happens to bad little witches who misuse their magic one me, especially you my delectable little fated.” He purred in my ear before licking the pulsing spot on my neck where his teeth had just been.

Words failed me and I found I couldn’t answer him even if I wanted to. I was so mesmerized with the strong sexual aura he was painstakingly weaving around us.

My love raised his head, and flashed a fang filled wicked smile at me. “No. Well I’ll tell you then my sweet, they get fucked. I’m going to take you any way I want, do what I want, and then I’ll feed. Your only requirement is to take what I give you and know that you are mine. That you belong to me and only me. I am the Master of your body, the owner of your heart, and the only lover your body will crave.”

With that being said a surprised gasp hissed between my clenched teeth. With the blink of an eye Etienne had me lying completely naked on the chilled grass. His equally naked as well, and sprawled out on top of me. His muscular body compared to the cool ground underneath me felt like a furnace wherever we touched skin to skin.

“Spread those sweet thighs for me.” He demanded and it was as if my body was on auto pilot with how quickly it complied. My blood rushed through my veins, and my mouth watered. I was craving this man, not only with my body, but with everything that was in me. I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted to bite into the sinewy muscles of his shoulder and let his blood flow down my throat like the aphrodisiac it is.

Etienne swallowed my whimper of pure need as he locked his lips over mine. I spread my legs as wide as I could physically open myself for him, and I immediately felt the head of his cock prodding at my entrance. I quickly came to understand that this wasn’t going to be some sweet, gentle lovemaking. My vampire was going to fuck me raw, and a shiver of anticipation worked its way down my spine, and pulsed through my balls causing my throbbing dick to leak even more.

The wet, drenched bulbous head of Etienne’s thick cock rubbed against my hole and I held my breath in preparation for what I knew was about to happen. My lover brutally snapped his hips forward and the head of his cock mercilessly punched through the protective ring of muscle causing a burn like I’ve never felt before. My back arched up off the ground as I tore my lips away his. I screamed loud enough to send the small creatures around us scurrying for shelter.

“Take it, baby. Take all of me. I know you can.” Etienne growled in my ear as he continued to slowly rock his hips, and bury himself deeper and deeper into my channel until his balls were pressed against mine.

He went completely still, everything but his lips and his talented tongue stopped moving. My entrance quivered around the thick base of his shaft. My channel clenched and spasmed along the length of his veined cock. The milking motion had Etienne closing his eyes. He dropped his head on my shoulder, and a long and deep groan erupted from him.

He pinned my arms to the ground above my head before he raised his face to mine. He looked me deep in the eyes before he withdrew almost all the way out of my body. He stayed poised like that, letting the anticipation build before slamming back home again. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to scream, but they snapped back open at his command.

“Watch me own you. Eyes on me at all times.” He harshly demanded as he pounded in and out of my body. He fucked me hard enough to have my body sliding on the slippery grass underneath me. With a feral growl Etienne shot up, grabbed me around my thighs and dragged me forward until my ass was resting between his splayed knees. In this position I was wide open to him as he watched his cock plunge in and out of my hole. I couldn’t slide backwards slide anymore either.

My fingers dug into the sodden earth as I watched a range of emotions flash across my mate’s face. Desire, lust, ecstasy, need, love, wonder and finally hunger. His eyes blazed bright in the night as he continued to piston into me. My whole body felt like one big flame. Heat poured off my skin, and my cock slapped against my abdomen with each powerful thrust of Etienne’s hips. My chute continued to ripple along the length of his engorged shaft, and my orgasm burned like fire as it churned in my swollen balls.

Tears of surrender, tears of utter need and love for this being poured out the corners of my eyes as I gasped, screamed, and panted as he owned me. My mate branded me, and reaffirmed that I belonged only to him. I watched wide eyed as the veins in Etienne’s throat popped out when he threw his head back at the same exact moment I felt his cock twitch deep inside my channel. Hot semen exploded inside of me, marking me with his very essence. Before I could even draw my next breath, Etienne swopped down and sank his fangs so deep in my throat, I swore my body was catapulted into the stars above us.

My body was in sensation overload, it was almost too much for me. The head of my cock felt like it exploded as line after line of milky white cum shot out of the angry red tip and painted a sticky path between our sweaty bodies. White dots swirled around my vision and I barely heard my mate when he demanded that I drink. He guided my mouth to his neck as he bent his head to the side, exposing his throat to me. Instinctively I opened my mouth and latched on to the salty skin at the base of his throat and bit down.

Etienne grunted and his cock jerked deep inside my ultra-sensitive core where he was still buried to the hilt. My mate’s blood settled me like nothing else. I felt a warm sense of contentment wash over me. My mind settled and my muscles relaxed. I released the seal of my mouth at his throat and licked the area like he taught me to close the holes made by my teeth. My eyes found his and a smile curved the corners of my mouth when those beautiful dark orbs stared back at me.

He leaned forward and gave me a gentle sweet kiss before he whispered his love and praised me for giving myself to him so freely. God, I was happier than I’ve ever been and even with my ass aching, I wondered how soon could I get away with challenging my mate into a repeat performance.

I had to slap my hand over my mouth to keep myself from laughing out loud when Etienne growled. “Be careful, I caught that last thought, you devious little witch.”

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

(Etienne’s Koi fish pond)

Etienne

“Pray tell me what it is you find so amusing that you’ve been smirking at me all afternoon. We’re supposed to be discussing the new intel Sebastian has received from his informant in Morgan’s coven.” I stated as I sat back in my office chair and studied my long-time friend as he relaxed his large frame in the chair across from my desk.

“It’s nothing really, just the fact that your mate has you wrapped round his dainty little fingers. It’s entertaining to watch the big, bad vampire leader fall to the whims of his little warlock, even if said little witch is wreaking havoc in the coven house and amongst its members.” Jacques replied and it took all that I had not to roll my eyes at his nonsense.

“Please, Seth is not wreaking havoc. He is merely spreading his wings and learning to control his powers. Can you honestly tell me when you discovered your abilities, you didn’t try them out and test them at every given opportunity?” I raised a knowing eyebrow at him.

“I’ll admit it. Yes, I did. But my powers or special talents haven’t caused the people in the house to scatter like a frightened herd of animals every time your mate sets foot into a common area. The coven members are scared of your mate. They adore him for bringing a smile to your usual sour puss. They revere him because of his resilience and courage. But they run for cover when the little imp’s emotions get the best of him and some unfortunate soul crosses his path and they are magically transformed into some non-threatening creature.”

“Unfortunately, the unwitting hapless victim is usually Sebastian. I have a feeling that has more to do with his own mate seeking some kind of unspoken retribution against the man, and since Remy is usually connected to Seth’s hip. It’s a no brainer why Sebastian is currently swimming around the Koi fish pond in the form of a duck. You can’t blame me for not being able to concentrate at the moment.” Jacques informed me and I just ran a weary hand over my face.

“How long has Sebastian been out there like that?” I asked fearing that soon and very soon, this was going to come to a head. Sebastian was either going to murder Remy, or lose his mind and try to retaliate against my mate. He’s a brilliant warrior.

Loyal to a fault, but he’s short tempered and very antiquated in his views of the world in general. I can fully understand why a free spirit like Remy was having problems dealing with a stern mate like Sebastian, whose views on mating tends to hover on the side of a mate doting on the dominant partner and catering to their partners whims. Sebastian is old school, he’s lived a long life and the man is set in his ways. They were going to have to work out their shit, and I see that I’m going to have to once again intervene in their mating. Seth can’t be caught up in the middle of their strife.

“Okay, tell me this. Is there an imminent threat from Morgan anytime soon?” I asked as my thoughts churned around in my head.

“No, not that the informant can tell. It seems that Morgan is currently obsessed with Seth’s appearance in your life. He hasn’t said it out right, but the warlock has eluded to the fact that Morgan feels Seth is a threat to his plans of overthrowing you and this coven. He’s fully versed in the prophecy’s surrounding Seth and his awakening magic. He still doesn’t believe Seth is as powerful as he’s been claimed to be. With Morgan’s arrogance, he feels that he can still overpower you and your mate and put an end to any peace and comradery between the species.”

“Alright, keep a very observant eye on this situation. If that bastard even twitches in this direction, I want to know about it immediately. As always this stays between you, me, and Sebastian. Now, I am going to see about the man and have a talk with my mate.” I rose from behind my desk and straightened the front of my crisp, white button-down shirt.

“Good luck with that.” Jacques guffawed and I couldn’t help but to lean over the surface of my massive desk and bare my fangs at the man.

“You just wait until you find your mate. I’ll make sure I have a front row seat to watch you fall my friend. Trust and believe me on that.” I chuckled at how quickly his expression changed from amused to downright disgruntled in a matter of seconds.

“That’s a low blow my friend. Why would you wish that on me? I’m not one of those starry-eyed creatures waiting a millennium for my other half to show up and turn my ordered life upside down. No, I’m quite okay with being single and unclaimed.” Jacques indignantly replied.

Holding his mutinous glare, I just shook my head at him before circling around my desk and stalked towards the door. “Be careful my friend. Finding a mate, the one person the Fates had engineered especially for you is a blessing like no other. You’re already witnessing what happens when you take the gift you have been given for granted just by watching the misunderstandings accumulate between Remy and Sebastian. Underneath all that pranking is a river of hurt feelings and feelings of inadequacy. Something I can no longer ignore.”

“As coven leader, it is my responsibility to make sure that all who are under my care are happy and adjusted so this coven can prosper. Yes, some might say I shouldn’t interfere in someone’s else’s mating, but when that mating is falling apart at the seams. As a leader, I cannot sit by and let it happen. Think about it in all seriousness. Rejecting your mate for whatever paltry reason is an insult to the Fates, and we have all heard, if we haven’t lived long enough to experience the wrath of those three entities for ourselves.” With that being said, I left Jacques sitting quietly as he contemplated my words.

Now, I was off to coax my little love into turning Sebastian back into human form, and it was time that I had a conversation with both my mate and his little guardian. I fully understood Remy, he was half demon after all. His uncanny need to retaliate against anyone he perceives has done him wrong, even if it comes from his own mate.

The first thing I heard as I neared my Koi fish pond was a god-awful squawking noise? The closer I got, I began running into more members of my coven. Some wouldn’t even look me in the eye as I passed by. Some were bold enough to pat me on my back and chuckle as I made my way to the scene of the crime.

As much as I wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, and poor Sebastian’s long-suffering wailing, I couldn’t I had to remain stoic. I was their leader after all and I couldn’t condone this behavior. I think my little mate is testing is boundaries, and it’s about time to reel him in, but it was so hard to do when he blinked up at me with those big, gorgeous eyes.

My lips curled into a sardonic smile. I was right when I told Jacques to wait and see how he feels when he finds his mate, the other half of his soul. I wanted him to finally recognize how humbling it is to find the one who completes you. How that person smooths your rough edges and softens your hardened heart. I can’t wait and I hope to live to see the day when he does find a mate. I sincerely hope that whomever it is takes him on a merry little chase before settling down.

Opening my senses, I felt the connection between us blossom almost instantly. It was a joy to feel his amusement, even if it was directed at my poor hapless enforcer. I also felt the instant he recognized my presence. I turned the corner on the path and everyone who was standing around in the area suddenly found the tree tops or the grass extremely interesting. The only person looking my way was my pretty little mate.

Crooking my finger in his direction, I called him over towards me. His cheeks flushed bright pink as he slowly made his way to my side.

“Have you been causing mischief again? We’ve already spoken about this.” I reminded his bowed head.

Before Seth could open his mouth to explain his actions, Remy popped out of the crowd and sheepishly shuffled his way to my side. “I’m sorry Master, but I’m to blame for Sebastian’s current state. It was a dare.” He quietly whispered as he dragged the tip of his shoe trough the blades of grass at his feet.

With a deep sigh, I waved my hand and dismissed the lingering members of my oven. I waited until the last of the onlookers disappeared from the area. I had to once again bite my lips to keep myself from laughing out loud at the sight of Sebastian, the poor bastard. He waddled out of the pond on webbed feet. He spread his pristine, white wings and wiggled his rounded little body to remove the excess water out of his feathers. Then he stood there glaring balefully at his mate.

Shaking my head, I snapped my fingers and once where there was a duck knelt Sebastian in his human form. I waved a hand and covered his nakedness with a pair of sweat pants. He stood upright and opened his mouth to spew his feelings on his mate, but I caught his eye giving him an unspoken warning, and he snapped his mouth shut.

“I don’t want to hear any excuses. I don’t want to hear any squabbling, and I definitely don’t want to hear anyone justifying their actions. This has got to stop. Remy and Sebastian.” I called their names and waited until I had their full attention. “You are going to go back to the house and to your rooms. I will deal with you shortly. You two are making a mockery of everything a mating stands for and we are going to discuss this. Seth, I want you to apologize to Sebastian for bearing the brunt of your spells. It may have been funny to you and those involved but he is one of my lead enforcers and I expect him to treated with respect.”

My fated head immediately snapped up and he turned his slender body in Sebastian direction as he sheepishly followed my command. “I am very sorry Sebs, I promise not to do it again.”

Sebastian nodded his head in acceptance before taking Remy by the hand and literally dragged him away from the pond as they headed up the path back towards the house. I turned my attention back to the Seth and I watched totally enraptured as his cheeks turned a fascinating shade of pink. I could feel his anxiety through the connection of our bond, but I also caught his underlying arousal. It seems that I was right. My little devious witch loved to play with fire. He likes the burn as much as I love making him crave it.

Stepping into his personal space, I felt the fingers of his lust caress the length of my spine and my fangs instantly dropped. My vision blurred and I’m sure my eyes were glowing in response to Seth’s desire. But otherwise, I remained steadfast and stoic. “My love, I understand the headiness that comes with mastering your magic. I get it. That feeling of euphoria having the ability to do things that are otherwise mind boggling to humans. I commend you in how quickly you have grasped this life and mastered most of your powers. But using them at someone else’s will or even for the sake of laughs and giggles is not right to the victim of your actions.”

“I’m going to have to separate you and Remy for a while. He needs to work out his issues with his mate and vice versa. As of tonight, you are going to follow me and shadow my steps. You are going to take on a more active role as my mate, and second in command of our coven. It’s time to get serious. It’s time to learn to care for those who loyally serve us, and it is time that you learn about the threats to our kind. You need to learn about Morgan and his abilities. I hope you understand all that I’m saying to you. The fun and games are over, it’s time to hone those skills, and I’m going to teach you how.” I stated and I felt a measure of his desire slip away only to be replaced by determination to please me.

He need not to say a word out load because I heard his silent acceptance loud and clear through our bond.

“Now come, let’s go and have a conversation with your guardian and his mate and then we can get down to business.” I said as I offered my beloved mate my arm. He guided his little hand gripped my bicep. I slowly strolled through the gardens back towards the house. Deep down I wished there wasn’t a pending threat to my leadership. That there weren’t any responsibilities dividing my time between my coven and my mate.

I would have loved to set off to parts unknown and show Seth the amazing hidden treasures this world had to offer. But before I can do that, I needed him safe, healthy, loved, and happy. As his mate, it was my job to make sure he’s taken care of, the Fates gave me a gift and I intend to take care of him by any means necessary.

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

(Grandmother’s diary)

Seth

        Something didn't feel right. My body shot up straight in bed, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was that had woken me up. My eyes scanned every inch and darkened corner of the room. Even with my enhanced senses, I couldn't see or hear anything out of the normal. That's when the hairs on my arms and he back of my neck began to rise.  

Goosebumps shivered over the surface of my skin and I reached out for Etienne, but all my fingers hit was cold empty sheets. I quickly turned my head to look at Etienne’s side of the bed and I felt the cold shiver of fear trickle its way down my spine. I knew for a fact we almost destroyed the bed last night after Etienne and I had spoken with Remy and Sebastian about the sanctity of the mating bond.

Yet his side of the bed was pristine, the comforter was folded neatly like I’d just lifted my side of the sheets and slipped into bed all by myself. I looked up and glanced around the room once again. Everything was spotless, not even the clothes Etienne had ripped from my body in his haste to touch my skin wasn’t on the floor. Something deep inside, some instinctual urge had me closing my eyes and chanting one of the ancient spells I had learned from my grandmother’s diary. A reality spell, a ward of protection against someone trying to alter my reality in order to cause me harm.

Feeling the warm energy of my magic, I continued to summon the rising power as I got up from the bed and wrapped a robe around my nakedness. Only then did I open my eyes and I smiled when I saw what I was supposed to see. The mess my mate and I created the night before all over the room. The line of discarded clothing leading from the door to the bed. The rumpled comforter and bed linens skewed about and pooling on the thick carpet. The only thing that was missing was my mate.

As calmly as I could manage with my heart pounding away in my chest. I opened my senses to our mating bond, and that’s when I felt it, a searing hot jolt of power that almost knocked me off my feet. A buzzing noise pierced confused my hearing and I desperately shook my head trying to clear the sound. Another jolt of power had me dropping to my knees. I felt the pure unadulterated anger shimmering from my mate over our mating bond, and I instantly knew that my mate was extremely upset. No that was too mid a word to describe what Etienne was feeling. He was downright pissed off and expending a lot of power. I knew I had to get to him before he leveled the entire house.

When I threw the bedroom door open, it was like pandemonium in the hallway. Coven members were running rampart all over the place, most of them were headed in the direction of the safe rooms, while the enforcers were headed in the other direction towards the main room of the house. I decided to follow my bond straight to my vampire. Damn, whomever had casted that fallacy spell knew what they were doing. I would have happily slept through all this commotion if I wasn’t paying attention to my magic. That little piece of knowledge scared the shit out of me.

With my heart in my throat and my magic sizzling on the surface of my skin, I turned the final corner that led into the man sitting room of the house, and the sight before me had me stopping on a dime. My eyes went as wide as I watched Etienne in all his powerful glory face off against two identical warlock twins currently locked together back to back by some invisible force as my vampire circled them like the ultimate predator he was.

The look of utter menace and hatred marred his features, he was in his full vampire form. His lethal fangs and his sharp claws on full display. He was wearing nothing but his sleep pants, so his muscles quivered and flexed underneath the expanse of his tanned skin. His hair hung like heavy curtain, cascading down his back.

It was frightening, yet a down right turn on to see him like this. I’ve never seen his full vampire form before, and adding his warlock to the mix made him seem larger than life. All powerful and down right, hands down something you didn’t ever want to run into at any time of your life.

“Mm, I can smell Morgan’s stench on you. Why would he be so foolish as to dare send only you two to infiltrate my home and disrupt my coven? How dare he, and how dare you?” Etienne barely managed to hiss the words around his distended fangs.

It didn’t pass my notice that both Jacques and Sebastian flanked his side, nor that Remy has stationed himself in front of me with two other enforcers closing up behind me the minute I entered the room. I knew Etienne was fully aware of my presence but he didn’t let it break his focus away from what I assumed was two of Morgan’s warlocks.

Using the bond between us, I silently related to him the knowledge about the fallacy spell I had woken up to, and I felt another surge of anger shimmer over Etienne. His eyes glowed even a brighter shade of red. One of the twins screamed out in pain as blood dripped from nose onto his shirt. I looked over at my mate only to see a satisfied smirk curving one side of his mouth.

“I don’t have to touch you to hurt you. I barely have to lift a finger to end your worthless lives. Is Morgan worth your silence, your loyalty? I will only ask you once again. Why are you here?” Another scream sounded from the bloodied twin and the other sibling was quick to answer.

“We came for him. Morgan sent us lure him into the forest surrounding your house so he could take him away.” The twin sputtered as he nodded his head in my direction.

“Why would Morgan think it was so simple to send just the two of you to take my mate from right under my nose?” Etienne skirted closer to the babbling warlock and the man shrank back into his sibling trying to get away from my vampire. The heavy stink of his fear permeated the room and almost made me gag. I wouldn’t be surprised if both of them had pissed their pants.

My anger spiked even higher when he answered. “We were supposed to bedazzle him and lure him to our Master. Morgan said it would be simple. He said by the time the novice realized what was happening then it would have been too late. He said we were supposed to distract you so that he would have the time to work his spell.” He rambled on, and the realization brought about by his statement had Etienne and Jacques flashing out of the room.

Morgan was somewhere on the property, close enough to try to lure me outside with a fallacy spell. I watched as Sebastian and two other enforcers drag the warlock twins away. Remy hissed at them as they passed us. They didn’t dare make eye contact with me. I turned to rush back to my room with the idea of throwing some clothes on to go looking for my vampire, but Remy stopped me. As tiny as he was, he had a really strong grip on my wrist.

“It’s safer to stay inside. Master will be able to concentrate better if he knows you are safe.” He quietly informed me and I huffed out an aggravated breath. I knew he was right, but I wanted to help in some way. I felt useless. I was left wondering if I hadn’t woken up feeling uneasy, would the spell have worked. Would I have placed myself and my mate in a precarious situation? Would I have happily walked right into the hands of the enemy?

Looking at Remy with all the questions rambling around in my head, I just shook myself and gave him a weak smile. He released me and I quietly left the now empty living room and sauntered back to the bedroom. Etienne had closed off the link to our bond, so I wasn’t too concerned for his safety. Just the brief taste of his powers, the glimpse of magic I saw shimmering over the surface of his skin showed me that he had an immense ability in his arsenal. If he truly decided to focus the full force of his magic on someone or something, then he would be nearly unstoppable.

Wandering into our private room, I absently began picking up our discarded clothes and putting to rights the mess we made the night before. Once I’d folded the comforter and fluffed the pillows back into place, my nervous energy sputtered out and I dropped my fatigued body into the chair in front of Etienne’s desk. My grandmother’s diary was sitting on the blotter and I reached for it. I ran my fingers over the worn leather cover and again I wondered about this entire situation.

What was my purpose? What does Morgan want with me? Where do I fit into his plan to try to prove he should lead both covens? My grandmother told Etienne that I was destined to be a strong warlock, stronger than Morgan who is an ancient, which made him almost as powerful as she. But according to her, combining my powers with my fated would make us stronger, and I feel that is what Morgan is looking for. He is trying to gain that strength to overthrow Etienne’s leadership. He wanted the vampires under his thumb. But they would never concede to his wishes as long as Etienne was alive.

With that thought aggravating my mind, I felt a sense of urgency to go looking for my vampire. I dashed out of the chair and into the walk-in closet. I was in the process of pulling a pair of jeans off a hanger when I heard the bedroom door open and close. The unmistakable scent of my mate hit my nostrils and I deeply inhaled it into my lungs, letting it soothe me as only he could.

“He was nowhere to be found.” Etienne tiredly announced as he dropped his heavy frame onto the end of the bed.

Walking over to him. I fit myself in between his thick thighs and ran my fingers into the long tresses of his hair. “It’s obvious that he underestimates us and my magic. He is testing our strength and weaknesses. He is too full of himself to stop trying and I’m sure he’ll try again.”

“I agree with you. He will try again. If you hadn’t sensed something was wrong this morning, he might have succeeded in luring you away. I can’t…” Etienne words drifted as he wrapped his long arms around my waist and pulled me against his naked chest. He held me tightly as a shudder of fear rocked his body.

“I am getting a better handle on learning to control my magic and the more I begin to understand it better. The more familiar I’ve become with the spells and using its energy almost feels natural, like I have known to use it all my life. The minute I felt like something was out of place, I started a ward of protection and I knew right then and there how to protect myself and reach out for you. So, don’t worry too much about my safety. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not leaving you. Morgan is going to have to learn to either live with the fact that there will be peace amongst the species or dying supporting a false cause.” I continued to massage my love’s scalp in effort to soothe his still ruffled feathers.

“What’s going to happen to the twin warlocks Sebastian carried off to wherever they were taken?” I asked as Etienne rubbed his cheek against my shoulder.

“Jacques will question them further and decide what to do with them if they provide anything we can use against Morgan. Otherwise they die. I refuse to show any mercy to anyone attempting to harm you so, don’t ask me to spare them. Having soft heart is a good thing, but not when it comes to war, and that is exactly what Morgan has started with his delusions of grandeur. A fucking war he has no hope in hell of winning.” Etienne stated and I could only bite my lip as I looked into those dark, serious eyes.

“Come on then my love, we need a bath and then some breakfast. We can figure out the rest once we’re clean and our bellies are full.” I informed him. My big, strong vampire allowed me to pull him from the bed and lead him towards the bathroom. I had some ideas about using those twins against their Master and yes, my soft heart is hoping that in doing so, it would save their lives as well.

It looks like I was going to have to get my sneaky little imp involved on this one, because placating my volatile vampire would only go so far trying to spare their lives. They were being ruled by fear, not by loyalty to Morgan. They should be given a chance, now of they declined to help our cause then fine, they can be sucked dry for all I care. Like Etienne said, this was a war after all.

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

(Etienne’s office)

Etienne

It’s been a little over a week since the incident with Morgan trying to lure Seth out of my house. Although I’ve been putting on a brave front for my little warlock, I was pissed as hell that the delusional fucker got close enough to my house to cast a spell. I had Jacques and my enforcers working double time to make sure that it doesn’t happen again. The new wards I’ve set round my property and my house was enough to render any paranormal senseless. If they didn’t belong to my coven or sought permission to enter my territory beforehand then they were dead as soon as they set foot into my domain.

Seth and I have been practicing with his powers, he’s getting stronger every day and the one time we attempted to merge our powers as one left me on a vicious edge of hunger and desire. The sheer energy we generated together was enough to leave my skin feeling too tight for my body. I felt an insatiable hunger burning deep in the pit of my stomach even now, days later. My fated has kindly fed me, and he’s generously allowed me to gorge myself on his one of a kind blood. But I still have this driving need deep inside to fuck and feed from him until neither of us can walk.

Seth was just as powerfully affected as I was judging from the way he literally climbed my body and had his way with me until well past sunrise this morning. He’s so thoroughly exhausted himself, that I had no choice but to leave him soundly sleeping in the middle of the afternoon to attend to coven business. If the business hadn’t involved the paranormal elders, I would have stayed in bed, comfortably wrapped around my little love.

Through my open office door, I watched the hustle and bustle in the hallways of my home, as my coven members prepared the house to receive the elders and offer them the utmost comfort we could provide to the ancient leaders. I hated the politics and the grand standing when the judgmental old bastards decided that to intervene in certain situations.

Morgan with his fucked-up line of thinking and the warlocks he has managed to convince to fight for his lost cause could definitely be considered a situation. I just hated that I had to have them anywhere near my mate. They were intimidating enough to a blood born, fully informed paranormal. But to someone who was just learning and coming to grips with what he thought was a myth all his life until recently, had me rubbing my temples in attempt to soothe the pounding ache that was beginning to form there.

It was bad enough that the plan I had in mind was going to send the old fuckers into a state of shock, but I had to make sure that it was a risk Seth was willing to take in order for us to get Morgan out of our lives for good. A summoning hasn’t been performed for over a millennium now. It took a great amount of energy and powerful magic to literally drag another paranormal being through time and space to whatever location you choose, but I didn’t see any other way, and waiting for Morgan to stage another attack was wearing on my already thin nerves.

Before Jacques had gotten his informant out of Morgan’s compound, the old warlock had placed wards strong enough to repel my efforts in breaching them. Again, I could have used Seth’s and I combined powers, but we both had to get control of merging our powers to effectively use it. With the way I am feeling now, and with the fact that my beloved is still asleep this late in the afternoon we still had a way to go in order to merge and successfully use our combined magic, thus the need for the elders and the ancient powers.

“Etienne. Why didn’t you wake me up?” Seth’s quiet voice had me snapping my head up and looking towards the doorway to my office. My cock immediately responded to the sight of my mate looking decadently sleep rumpled. His porcelain skin was still flushed warm from our bed. The idea that he was naked under the blanket currently sagging off his delicate shoulder was enough to have my fangs descending through my gums.

That buzzing feeling under my skin from our merging powers intensified, and it was taking everything that I have not to scoop him up and carry him back to bed and do all the filthy, nasty things I wanted to do to him before gorging myself on his extraordinary blood.

Sitting back in my chair, I spread my legs a little wider to give my engorged cock little more room behind the zipper of my slacks. “Come here, baby.” I motioned him forward with a wave of my hands.

When he stepped further into the room and cleared the doorway, I flicked my wrist closing the door and locking it. Fuck the elders, they can wait a goddamn minute. I was need of my mate, and judging by the way Seth’s little pink tongue peeked out and licked his plump bottom lip, he was fully aware of my desire to sink not only my fangs into him, but the entire length of my rock-hard shaft as well.

My nostrils flared as I inhaled the unmistakable scent of his arousal as he made his way around the desk and stopped at my side. I watched with heavy lidded eyes as my mate allowed the blanket to completely slide off his shoulders and pool on the carpet at his feet. I was wrong, he wasn’t naked.

Seth was wearing a comfortable pair of sleep pants that hung low on his narrow hips. Just a peek of curls from the hair surrounding his turgid cock was visible. His pants tented and a wet spot began to form where the head of his shaft pressed against the material. I swear the sight alone was enough to make my mouth water.

Leaning back in my chair, I spread my legs wide to give my restrained shaft some room. I slowly ran a hand down my chest, over my stomach, and gently palmed my aching cock as my mate followed the movement with a hungry glint in his gorgeous eyes. A smirk of satisfaction curled my lips when I gave my shaft a visible squeeze and he released a sexy, needy little whimper. I went even further by popping the top button on my pants and slowly slid the zipper down revealing my rigid shaft stretching the fabric of my underwear.

Seth surprised me by rushing forward and dropping to his knees in front of me. My blood rushed through my veins and I nearly punctured my bottom lip with my fangs as he brushed my hands out of the way. A shot of pure, unadulterated lust sawed down the length of my spine when his soft little hands spread the fabric of my pants and he reached in to free my pulsing shaft from the confines of my underwear.

Anticipation strummed through my body as I watched him lick his pretty pink lips. His eyes totally focused on the prize he held in his hands. He began to gently stroke my engorged cock, slowly from root to tip. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head when he ran his thumb over the dripping slit and massaged my fluids around the shiny, bulbous head of my member.

“Suck me baby. I want to feel you wrap that pretty mouth around my cock and own it.” I whispered. The octave of my voice had dropped several decibels deeper and I watched his body shiver in response to it as well as my words.

Seth did not disappoint as he leaned forward and I listened as he inhaled the scent at the core of my manhood deep into his lungs. The tip of his nose nuzzled my balls and I immediately shifted even lower in the seat and spread my legs even wider in open invitation for him to take my throbbing cock into his warm mouth.

But it seems that Seth was even more determined to make me wait, to draw out the moment until I was going to go insane with wanting him. Little did he know I was already half out of my mind already and if he waited much longer, I was going to yank him up off the floor, bend him over my desk, and fuck him until neither of us could walk out of this room.

I was about to open my mouth and beg if I had to, but Seth flicked out his tongue and licked the tip of my throbbing cock. He swirled his tongue around the head and prodded the little sensitive spot located on the underside of the mushroomed cap.

A low growl rumbled through my chest as my mate wrapped those delectable lips around the head of my cock and drew me deep in to the heated cavern of his mouth. The silken glide of his tongue on the underside of my shaft and the spongy warmth at the back of his throat was almost my undoing. I had to clamp my jaws tight and will my impending orgasm away.

My efforts were rewarded by Seth wrapping a hand around the base of my shaft as he began bobbing his head up and down. He suckled the head before plunging down to suck the rest of my length deep into the back of his throat only to pull away, and repeat the action over and over again. Every nerve ending in my body was firing, all of my synapses were exploding as one and fire burned from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My hands plunged into his hair and my fingers fisted in the silky strands as I held his head still and began fucking up into this mouth.

Seth released a heavy groan and the sound vibrated down the length of my shaft and pulsed through my already quivering balls. I managed to open my eyes to look down at the beauty between my legs only to see my little love had his slender cock in his other hand. He was vigorously working himself towards his own orgasm while he sought to give me mine. The sight turned me on even more, and I threw my head back against my chair as he sucked me. His saliva coated my shaft, pooled around the base before sliding a warm, wet path down my tightly drawn-up sac.

I could feel my orgasm clawing at me, demanding its release but I wanted Seth to find his own. So, I began to verbally encourage him. Whispering filthy, dirty nasty words to him. Praising him for being such a good little cocksucker, for being able to take my length down his throat. I told him I liked hearing him choke on my dick. I loved seeing his eyes water and his face turn red from lack of oxygen as the head of my cock cut off his air supply.

He whimpered and moaned as I continued to voice my dirty thoughts. His little hand tightened momentarily around the base of my shaft and his throat began to spasm around the spongy head of my cock. Seth released a toe-curling groan from that sounded like it came from the depths of his soul. I looked down to watch jets of come shoot out of the head of his shaft. His release coated his hand and the floor in front of him. The sight and scent alone coupled with the muscles convulsing in his throat was enough for me.

My cock exploded with such a force, I doubled over and opened my mouth in a silent scream. Line after line of semen poured down Seth throat, and he took all of it. He continued to suckle on my oversensitive cock until he took every last drop I had to give. My whole body shuddered with a wicked aftershock when he slowly withdrew his talented mouth from my softening dick. He slumped forward and rested his cheek on my thigh. I leisurely carded my fingers through his hair as we attempted to catch our breaths and slow our racing heart rates.

After a few minutes, I reached down and lifted him off the floor and had him straddle my lap facing towards me. He gave me a sweet little encouraging smile as he tilted his head to side giving me a clear invitation to feed. But I shook my head, I could feel his need for my blood calling to me. I raised one razor sharp fingernail and cut a line over the jugular vein in my neck. Seth leaned forward and just the feel of his warm lips, and the gentle suction of his mouth had me sighing in satisfaction. I was providing what my mate needed and I was more than ecstatic to be doing so.

Soon enough, I felt his tongue licking a path over the wound, closing it. He leaned back and ran his fingers through the length of my hair. He gently brought my head towards his throat and I gave in and quickly sank my fangs deep into his flesh. His blood poured into my mouth and my whole body rejoiced at the one of a kind flavor that was purely my fated mate. Life for me couldn’t get any better than this, and I knew I would fight tooth and nail to the very end to protect my mate and the light he has brought into my life and awakened me to a whole new world of love and laughter.

Chapter 20…Part 1

Chapter 20

Part 1

(Please enjoy the video, “I Put a Spell on You” Annie Lennox)

Seth

Lately, it seemed that everywhere I went and in every room of the house, they were people everywhere. Etienne had explained to me about the ancient paranormal beings from all species who now occupied almost all the guest rooms in his massive home. The elders were an honored group of werewolves, warlocks, elves, vampires, and to my awe even an actual dragon. I was so dying to ask him to shift so I could see the famed mythical beast up and close and personal, but I shyly refrained. They governed the community and made sure that all the species lived cordially in peace and respect towards each other.

The group arrived to the house on Etienne’s invitation because wanted to put an end to the threat that Morgan posed to the paranormal community because of his selfishness, and false sense of entitlement. He’d also explained to me in length about the difference between the elders, and their varied views about the laws governing the beings whom humans always thought to be a myth. Etienne explained their staunch views were because they have lived for a very long time. Hey, I mean there was a reason they were called ancient, right?

Anyway, the elders that I’ve met so far were creepy as hell. They all tended to look at me like I was a bug under a microscope. Soon enough though, they changed their attitude towards me, and went from looking at me like I was nothing, to regarding me like I was the second coming of Jesus Christ. This was because Etienne wanted them to see the level of magic I could produce, even as fresh as I was in learning to control my magic. We accomplished this by doing several demonstrations with my magic and his combined for their benefit. Thank the good Lord that there weren’t any accidents involving me turning any of the esteemed members into farm animals.

It was a brilliant show when my love had suggested that I channel my powers and merge my magic with his for the elders to witness the phenomena and strength projected from the both of us when we were joined as one by our magic. It silently thrilled me to connect with my vampire in this way. The feeling that came from having the very essence of his magic merging and mingling with mine was almost as good as having Etienne’s shaft buried deep inside of me.

The connection and the sublime feeling of two entities becoming one was an indescribable plethora of sensations. I also loved the aphrodisiac after effects it seemed to have on my mate, because he would usually finish the interlude by fucking me over, though, or on top of the nearest surface he could find to splay me open for his pleasures, and I loved every single nasty and downright filthy minute of it, when he unleashed all his strength mixed with his unyielding passion on me. I may wind up completely boneless and sore for days, but damn, it’s so worth it. He is worth it. I couldn’t have loved my vampire any more than I already do.

With all these people in the house, it was harder than hell to get a moment of peace. Everywhere I went I was stopped and interrogated my one elder or the other. Everyone had advice on how to focus more and channel my powers more effectively. They all had something to say, and granted I took their advice to heart because they were wise with age and experience. I would be foolish to brush their opinions and insights to the side, and turn them all into blind, mute mice like I sometimes felt like doing when it all became too much to for me to handle.

God bless Etienne and our ever-growing bond. He never failed to feel my discomfort, or sensing when I became overwhelmed and he would swoop in and rescue me. He usually locked us away somewhere or he’d take me out for a stroll in the gardens. He would use his magic to ward off anyone else from intruding on our private time together. Etienne never failed to provide whatever it is I needed whenever I needed it and in a sense, I was happy that the night I almost lost my life, brought me a whole new one. A life of love, happiness, and yes, even the magic and myth. Never in this life or the next would I trade anything to not have this man, this powerful being at my side.

Currently, I was pacing around our bedroom while Etienne lounged his big body across our bed and was watching my every move around our bedroom with half lidded eyes. If I didn’t know any better, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d just fucked me bow legged in our en-suite bathroom. I would think the horny vampire was silently plotting on taking me and rendering me senseless all over again. I wouldn’t put it past my delectable mate. We have been resting and slowly mingling our magic throughout the day. Tonight, was the night that the elders advised would be a good night to attempt summoning Morgan.

The moon was at its fullest tonight, and although the myth about paranormals and the full moon was just that, a myth. The ancients explained that the lunar energy emitted was a powerful source for feeding our magic, and providing them with the added strength to help cage a powerful warlock of Morgan’s caliber. My magic was strong and Etienne’s were even stronger, but Morgan also had the advantage of the dark arts in his arsenal, which was another act of taboo that had the ancients in an uproar when Jacques informant had advised us of Morgan’s ritualistic practices with his coven members.

Thinking of Jacques, I recalled that I haven’t seen him for a while around the house. I tilted my head to side and to think about it, I haven’t seen much of Remy or Sebastian either. I turned towards Etienne and I was about to ask about our friends when he answered before I could voice my questions.

“I have them taking care of somethings and checking the wards I have placed around the house and the clearing we are going to use tonight to bring Morgan here. They are also preparing the holding area in the guest house for the elders to decide his fate once he answers to the laws he had broken or bended so to say.” He held up his long arms and flexed his fingers in the universal sign for air quotes he used to punctuate his last statement.

My anxiety spiked and I twisted my hands in front of me at the thought leaking from the back of my mind to the forefront. That one niggling worry that had my skin prickling and a headache threating to pound every time I dwelled on the idea. I looked my mate in the eye and finally asked the question that has been bothering me ever since his conception and explain of what a summoning was.

“What if this doesn’t work? What if he’s too strong and fights it?” I whispered, letting my voice lower for just his supernatural hearing alone. I felt like if I voiced my concerns out loud, then the possibility of my thoughts might make it become a gruesome reality.

Before I knew it, Etienne had his powerful arms wrapped around my body and he walked me over towards our ginormous bed. He turned and sat down on the fluffy mattress and pulled me onto his lap. I was sitting on his thick thighs, facing him and all his handsome splendor. It’s a miracle I didn’t lose my train of thought altogether and I just stared at him like the love-struck, smitten fool that I am over my man.

“Stop worrying yourself my love. You are going to do just fine. As always, I will be at your side. You have been amazing. You have handled all the current changes in your life like no one else I have known. You have dived head first into mastering your magic and I couldn’t be prouder. The fates have truly blessed me with a mate so special, I couldn’t have even guessed to ask for you.” Etienne reverently whispered. His lips gently brushed the shell of my ear, sending ripples of delight all over my body.

Etienne’s fingers carded through my hair as I rested my head on his wide shoulder. I don’t know how long we sat there like that, when I suddenly felt the caress of warm air brushing against the exposed skin of my arm. I felt a comforting wave of energy followed by another burst of warmth washing over me. I raised my head to look around the room, but I saw nothing out of place. Etienne must have sensed my confusion because he stiffened beneath me and I turned my head to look at him.

“Did you feel that?” I whispered for his sensitive ears alone.

“Yes, but somehow, the presence doesn’t feel out of place or evil in nature. It feels more comforting than anything else.” He replied and once again I scanned the room. Only this time, I opened my senses and let my magic radiate out into the atmosphere around us. I instantly felt Etienne’s energy, and I felt the markers of the Elders’ magic who were occupying the house.

The farther around the room my magic reached, the stronger the pull became and before I knew what was happening, there was a disturbance in the space in front of Etienne’s massive desk. Etienne chuckle rumbled through his wide chest, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the apparition taking form in front of me.

A bright light flashed out from the disruption in space and I quickly covered my eyes to protect them from the blinding glare. Once the illumination of the room returned to normal, I lowered my hand and I a tiny gasp left my throat.

“Hello my sweet boy. How is my adorable grandson and his equally handsome mate this evening?” The stunningly beautiful woman addressed us and I almost fell of Etienne’s lap. The power emitting off the woman was enough to have me snapping back my magic like a rubber bands. It was almost like a living, breathing entity surrounding her slender frame.

This was my famed, all-powerful warlock of a grandmother, and damn, I know my mouth was gaping open like a fresh caught fish. But, I had to admit that even the ancient ones didn’t even have a fragment of the power this woman seemed to have. She was a force all to herself and I’m in awe that I’m her direct descendant.

“I slid off Etienne’s lap and I slowly made my way over to her. “Hello Grandma.” I uttered the greeting. The words feeling foreign on my tongue.

With a muffled cry, and moving faster than even my vampire. I released an unmanly squeak when all of a sudden, two thin but strong arms wrapped around my waist and I was pulled into a hug you would have expected from someone twice her size. Soon enough the scent of rich incense and roses. Two scents that sparked memories from my childhood. Recollections of comfort and warmth in my mind whenever I needed it, and I just like that I melted into her loving embrace.

Chapter 20… Part 2

Chapter 20

Part 2

(Magical Circle)

Etienne

For the better part of the evening I sat silently by and watched as my beloved quietly interacted with his grandmother. My heart warmed at the sight of watching Seth connect with his only remaining blood relative. As the day turned into night with the sun settling and the full moon rising, I could feel the energy in the house shifting into something greater.

The rising surges of magic in the atmosphere tickled like little electrical currents across the surface of my skin. Soon it would be time to finally get this show on the road. I stood from my perch behind my desk and I watched Seth’s beautiful eyes as he focused on me, and with a slight nod of his head. He let me know he was ready.

While he and his grandmother conversed, I’d turned my thoughts elsewhere and spent the majority of my time mentally surveying the wards I have set around my home and my coven. I’d checked in a time or two with Jacques, Sebastian, and my enforcers protecting our people and its surrounding property. I tried my best to give them the privacy they needed to reconnect without having to let my fated out of my sight. All of my senses and my overwhelmingly need to protect him refused to allow me to leave his side for anything or anyone.

As I approached the bed where Seth and Antoinette were seated she gracefully rose to her feet. She lifted her chin and looked me directly in the eye. For a brief moment, I was completely mesmerized and just like that, she had me at her will. It was a true testament to just how powerful of a warlock she truly was. I couldn’t break my gaze away from hers even if I’d wanted to, and I knew better not to panic. I watched her magic swirl within the depth of her dark eyes and I felt her probing my mind.

My room suddenly disappeared, my mating link to Seth went silent and I almost panicked for a second, but I felt a rush of soothing warmth flowing over my senses. Seth was safe, I was safe, so I dropped my mind shields and opened my thoughts to the powerful witch standing in front of me. Visions of my garden, my coven, and my little love projected through my head. Snippets of time filtered through my consciousness and I steadfastly focused on what I was supposed to be seeing.

I’d forgotten my mother’s tales about her best friend, Antoinette wasn’t just a warlock. She was a seer as well and she was showing me what she knew about the upcoming events occurring later on tonight. On the outside and to anyone looking at her, she was the picture of serenity and calm. But underneath that façade, I could feel her rage. I was shocked to find out that this precise situation was destined to happen by the fates own design. Moreover, that my love had to have experienced the painful assault he sustained which almost took his life.

My entire body went rigid with the truths being projected into my mind, with the instructions I have to follow later tonight in order for fates design to run its course. I shuddered with the thought of what was revealed to me. What was going to come from the events of the night would bring peace not only to my coven, but to all the paranormal groups represented here tonight. I internally raged about the fact that Morgan wouldn’t be punished by hand, and I so deserved the retribution I had planned for that son of a bitch for daring to attempt to murder my mate before I’d even laid my eyes on his perfection.

But with what Antoinette has revealed, Morgan’s dark delusions, his overinflated ego have sealed his fate, and his time on this plane have run its course. The arrogant bastard had no idea what was coming his way. He’d thought that by dabbling in the dark forms of magic, he was stronger than the elders, myself, and my mate combined. His life was the price he was going to have to pay to the fates with for blatantly defying them, and only then will all paranormals to live and love in peace. Without the threat of discovery, prejudices, and possible death.

Antoinette released the hold she had over my mind, and I immediately felt the pulsing connection to my mate snapping firmly back into place. I turned my head to look at him and he was quietly sitting where we’d left him. He looked up at me and gave me one of his breathtaking smiles. He was the picture of innocence, and I understood why Antoinette didn’t share the outcome of tonight’s activities with him. Seth’s soul was a pure as light piercing through the darkness. It was bad enough he was going to have to witness the dark, destructive abilities of the very magic that runs through his veins without having to be forewarned about it.

“Come my love, it’s time.” I said as I held my hand out to help him stand from where he was seated on the end of our bed.

His grandmother stepped forward and placed both her hands on his cheeks. “You both be safe tonight. Trust in each other and let your bond and your hearts guide you, even when you think the impossible.” With that being said, she kissed him on his forehead and then she faded out of the room.

Seth stood there for a few seconds and blinked at the spot where Antoinette disappeared from. “I wonder if she’ll ever use the door to come and go like a normal person?” He asked and despite the seriousness of our current situation, I couldn’t help but to throw my head back and laugh out loud.

“I sincerely doubt that. Just think if you had the ability to be anywhere, and go anywhere you want with just a flick of the wrist or a thought in your mind. Wouldn’t you make use of that talent at every given opportunity?” I asked as I gathered his sexy little body against my much larger frame.

“Well, I suppose.” He replied before his slender body shivered against mine. “I can feel the energy building in the air. I guess it’s time to go out there and get this over with. Is everyone and everything in place?” He asked as he turned his gorgeous face up to look at me.

That’s when I felt the block Antoinette placed on my knowledge about the outcome of Morgan’s fate by the end of the night. She didn’t want Seth picking up on the information through our mating bond. I was dying to warn him about what was going to happen. What he would be witnessing tonight, but he wouldn’t understand the events leading up to what was going to ultimately occur out in the gardens of our home later.

The bitter history between Morgan and Antoinette have come to head, needless to say, Seth wasn’t the first member of her family line the bastard had tried to do away with. The only difference is whereas Morgan had sent his minions to try to kill Seth, he’d used matters of the heart, the all sacred bond of a mate to betray and try to kill Antoinette years ago, but she’d managed to survive. The hurt and the betrayal had led her into hiding Seth’s whereabouts and sent her into seclusion.

With Morgan unquenchable thirst for power, he’d taken something paranormals held to their hearts with the utmost reverence and defiled it, destroying the bonds and the love of your fated. That offence alone was punishable by death. The bastard had always known and was quite jealous of the face that Antoinette was way more powerful than he was, and anyone from her family line would have the strength to defeat him and his unsavory purposes.

Now, Antoinette seemed more determined than ever, that one or the other, or both of them were going to face their end tonight. I surely hoped for all concerned especially my mate, it was going to be Morgan’s despicable life that was going to come to an end. Even if I have to break my promise to Antoinette of stepping back and letting what’s going to happen come to pass, that warlock was still currently breathing his last breath. He just didn’t know it yet.

The very air outside buzzed with energy and a life all its own. I could literally feel the supporting magic of my entire coven and that of the elders shrouding my mate and I with protection and encouragement. Very few present, except for the elders knew about the true history between Antoinette and Morgan. Only a select few of the elders knew that they were true mates until Moran evil and greed destroyed their bond. And no one knew of Antoinette’s return from herself imposed exile.

When Seth and I reached the clearing, my coven members, Jacques, Sebastian, Remy, and the elders were already in place in the never-ending circle of protection laid down for the specific purpose of the summoning spell we were going to cast. Seth looked up at me with those beautiful trusting eyes and I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward and captured his sweet lips in a brief, but sweet kiss.

“You are my everything, little one. Never forget that. We’re going to be just fine.” I assured him and I felt ten feet tall when he smiled up at me like I was his reason for living. I was glad, because he was definitely the reason behind my entire existence. “Let’s do this.” I said as I led him towards the center of the summoning circle.

Words could not describe the feeling that threatens to obliterate everything and everyone around me when Seth’s incredible powers melded with my mine. The sight of him with his flawless, pale skin and expressive eyes glowing amber in reflection of my eyes always left me breathless. But tonight, I couldn’t afford to get lost in the luxurious warmth surrounding myI felt the heart. I had to focus on the summoning in order to keep my mate and my people safe. I began chanting the ancient spell, calling Morgan forth from wherever he was lurking.

The elders added their voices to mine, I felt Seth magic ebb and flow through my veins as if it were my own. I refused to take my eyes off him as I felt the shift in the atmosphere. There was a shimmering if displaced air in the center of the circle to our left. I murmured the last phrase of the summoning spell and I felt the heat of our combined magic peak like a painful spike to the chest mere seconds before Morgan appeared sputtering and cursing as he looked around in shock at the current vicinity. Our magic eased and ebbed away before I pulled Seth behind me using my body as protective shield before turning to face the enraged warlock.

“Congratulations, I see you and your little witch figured out a summoning spell. Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?” Morgan taunted with a sneer on his face.

Morgan would have once been described as being very handsome, but years of practicing dark magic and his evil practices have left the ugly remnants of his actions across the once beautiful face. “It’s just as well you brought to your little love nest. It saves me the effort of breaching your wards to kill your pretty little mate.” He spat and nothing could have held me back from lifting my hands and sending a surge of energy to knock the smug bastard off his feet. It was fully time for Morgan to finally realize that I was not one to be fucked with.

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

(The Coven House)

A/N- Thank you guys once again for taking another journey with me. Here ends the story of Seth and his Etienne (pronounce Et-tea-anne)…lol. I hope you enjoyed my little Halloween story, xoxo until next time. Dianna

Seth

My breath stalled in my lungs and my fisted twisted in the fabric of Etienne’s coat as I watched Morgan’s body slam onto the ground with enough force to make my own teeth hurt. Steam swirled around Etienne’s clenched fists and he raised his arms one more to send another surge of energy at Morgan, but I felt a shift in the atmosphere right next to where we were standing mere seconds before my grandmother appeared amongst the surprised gasps of all those gathered around us.

“NO, Etienne! Morgan’s demise belongs to me.” She declared as she stepped forward and placed a restraining hand on one of Etienne’s large fist. My eyes went wide with surprise at this turn of events. She never mentioned getting involved in this dispute earlier when we were talking in my bedroom, but from the cold, unforgiving look on her face. She was making this her business and it seemed to be very personal in nature. I went to open my mouth and intervene when Etienne’s head snapped around, and I saw the sheer outrage written all over his handsome features. His eyes glowed bright red and his fangs had distended. They looked dangerously sharp and menacing under the shimmering lights surrounding the summoning circle.

My jaws snapped shut when I felt Etienne’s big body shudder against mine, and I watched him close his eyes, his nostrils flared before he blew out a breath, and then he lowered his curled fists to his side. I threw my arms around his waist offering any kind of support I could, and painted myself against his rigid back like glue.

Little by little, I felt the tension easing out of his spine and his large palms landed on my hips. He stepped back carrying the both of us to the very edge of the circle, and nodded his head in acceptance to my grandmother. His fingers dug into my waist when I once gain attempted to ask what was going on and his move silenced me. My confusion didn’t last long. Morgan managed to climb to his feet and smile at my grandmother like a deranged idiot.

“Ah… If it isn’t my decades missing mate returned to me in the flesh. May I say you’re looking just as stunning as ever and still very much alive my dear.” He all but sneered as he brushed the dead leaves and twigs off his clothes.

Understanding dawned on me when my grandmother carefully circled around Morgan as he stood there glaring menacingly back at her. I surely didn’t miss it when Morgan had said the word mates. My eyebrows nearly shot up into my hairline. This seemed to be more than just some simple lovers quarrel. There were some serious vibes of pure hatred going on between the two. My mind was still boggled over them being mates. Weren’t mates supposed to love each other unconditionally. Weren’t mated pairs supposed to be together forever?

From what Etienne and Remy have explained to me, and from what I’ve read in my grandmother’s diary. The same woman who was standing a few yards away from me looking at her own mate like she was wishing him the most painful of deaths. A mate is the most precious gift the fates could give to you. So, how did these two end up hating each other?

“In his thirst for power greater than he deserved. He almost killed her trying to absorb her magic before breaking their mating bond with dark magic. All because her magic is stronger than his, and she refused to cooperate with his plans of trying to rule over all paranormal species.” I felt Etienne’s response in my head. He must have picked up on my musings through our bond. I managed to look away from the drama unfolding in front of us to look up at my mate. He just shrugged his wide shoulders, never taking his off Morgan as the warlock and my grandmother continued to circle one another.

There was sudden flash of light and I jumped in response. My heart pounded behind my ribcage like it was trying to come out of my chest as I watched the two former lovers square off against one another. A dark mist like black swirls of smoke curled from Morgan’s booted feet, twined up around his legs, and curled around his body like a coiled serpent. My grandmother’s skin took on an eerie, iridescent ghostly glow, and her hands were pure white light illuminating brightly in the night.

“I see you still pack quite a punch my sweet.” Morgan grunted as he rubbed the shoulder she’d clearly zapped with her powers.

“Oh, you have no idea.” She forewarned before another ball of energy flew from her fingertips and Morgan executed a move straight out of the Matrix to dodge the ball of magic. He countered by holding up his arms and began chanting s spell under his breath. I felt Etienne stiffen in front of me, but otherwise he didn’t make a move other than to pull me tighter against his side almost shielding me under his arm.

The elders and coven members watched on in equal fascination as the pair continued to volley and duck each other’s magic. Some shots struck and some were missed by both parties. My anxiety levels continued to rise when my grandmother staggered back after a particularly hard hit.

My elbow dug into Etienne’s side. “Do something.” I urged him on in desperation. I couldn’t lose my grandmother. My one remaining blood relative to that delusional, evil bastard.

“She asked me not to interfere. This is something she has been plotting for longer than you have been alive my love.” Etienne reasoned with a strained voice. Our mating bond shimmered between us and I could tell he truly wanted to intervene but his promise to my grandmother was holding him back. Well I didn’t make any promises and just as the thought crossed my mind, Morgan surged forward and the blackness curling round him shot out of formation around his body and wrapped itself like a tentacle around her neck. She made a choking and I went into a state of panic.

Before I knew what was happening, I’d managed to free myself from Etienne’s restraining arms and I stepped forward and flung all my magic at Morgan’s tall frame. A white-hot ball of energy flew from my hands and engulfed Morgan in a puff of white smoke. The tentacle released my grandmother disappeared almost immediately into the cloud of smoke. There were startled gasps from those surrounding us. I stood there wide-eyed with a hand covering my mouth as we all watched silently as the smoke dispersed. There on the ground was a large, black cockroach. It was frantically wiggling its legs in the air, trying in vain to get off its back.

You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that ensued around the clearing. I couldn’t have uttered a word even if I’d wanted to. My head snapped around to see Etienne just cross his arms over his chest, and lower his shaking head while biting his lips as if he was hiding his amusement. My grandmother raised a hand to gently rub the sensitive skin of her throat as she walked over to the insect. She looked down at the bug I’d turned Morgan into before smiling up at me. Then, with a serene smile on her face, she raised her foot and stomped on the unsuspecting creature, grinding her foot into the soil and leaves.

“Well that was sort of anticlimactic.” I heard Remy mumble from somewhere behind me. Next, I heard a shushing sound and Remy’s response. “What?… Don’t you shush me.”

Jacques’ quick guffaw followed by a poorly disguised cough was next in line, and I just covered my heated face, and turned towards Etienne as he eased up beside me. There was a zapping sound and I peeked through my fingers to see a puff of smoke and charred earth where Morgan’s remains were last mushed into the dried-up leaves and twigs.

My grandmother ruffled my hair. “Just making sure dear he’s dead and will stay that way. Thank you for coming to my rescue, my sweet boy.” She crooned before walking off towards the house for once, instead of shimmering into ether like nothing out toward had just occurred. I stood there dumbfounded, it was almost mind boggling for me to take it all in. I went from college student, to nearly losing my life to what I’d thought to have been a gay bashing gone too far. I woke up to become the fated mate to a powerful vampire, and to top it all off, finding out I was warlock related to an even more powerful witch.

I had to do a crash course on learning some semblance of control over my magic. Come to terms with mating and dealing with Etienne’s and my mating bonds. Realizing magic in general existed and humans aren’t the only creatures occupying this world. The mythical species human’s thought wasn’t real truly existed, and I was now one of them. Now, I have to come to terms with this. Did I really just turn a warlock into a cockroach my grandmother just stomped into the ground like the insect Morgan truly was at heart? From the variation of shocked to amused glances surrounding me, I would say the answer to that question was a resounding yes, I did.

“Huh… Now I see where he gets it from.” I heard Sebastian mutter in the background and his quiet statement was followed by round of amused laughter from the members of the coven. I turned my head in his direction to glare at him, and Sebastian just smiled sheepishly at me while raising his hands in a sign of surrender.

Turning back to my mate, I asked. “What about the members of his coven? What going to happen to them now that he’s gone?” I feared that someone would come back and try to avenge Morgan’s death.

“Don’t worry about them. We will take care of Morgan’s house and his followers.” One of the elders stepped forward and assured me in a deep gravelly voice. I believe he was the dragon shifter, and I once again tapped down the urge to ask him to shift in order for me to see his dragon.

Nodding my head, I watched as the crowd slowly dispersed back to the house and into the surrounding gardens. I felt Etienne’s long, muscular arms wrap around my waist as he pulled me against his wide, warm chest. I breathed his comforting scent deep into my lungs and felt everything within me settle into the safety of his arms.

“I see we still have work to do with controlling and focusing your magic my love. With Morgan gone, and the threat he posed has been dealt with. We have all the time in the world to work on those things and more.” He seductively purred as his lips brushed against the sensitive outer shell of my ear.

“I like the sound of that, especially if you explain the more part of that sentence.” I said as I snuggled deeper into his embrace.

“Why tell you when I can show you.” The pitch of Etienne’s voice dropped a few octaves deeper. A ripple of need shivered down my spine and heated my blood. My cock instantly plumped to capacity behind my zipper, and I rolled my hips brushing my turgid flesh against my mate’s thick thigh.

“Home, bed, now.” Was all my vampire managed to say before I was snatched up off the ground with the wind and the landscape flashing by in a blur as my mate carried me through the extensive gardens to where I belonged, to our home and his bed.

The End