Once Fabian closed the door behind him, he ripped his clothes off and lay back on the bed. He grabbed the tube of lube from the nightstand drawer and put a small dollop in his hand, then began a slow stroke of his cock from root to tip as he closed his eyes and brought up images of Atticus on his knees before him as he sucked Fabian’s cock between his plump lips.

  His orgasm built as he tugged on his shaft, relaxing back into the pillows as he got lost in the fantasy. Then suddenly a small knock came to the door and Fabian cursed under his breath. “Not now.” But he knew he had to answer. Everyone except a few of the sentinels should be asleep, so whatever it was, it was probably important.

  Standing from the bed he ripped the sheet off and haphazardly wrapped it around his waist. Whoever it was, this better be good or he was going to slam the door in their face and get back to his lustful fantasy about his mate.

  When he opened the door and found Atticus standing there, his eyes full of hunger and need and smelling of arousal, Fabian was beyond shocked. Happy, but shocked. He could see in Atticus’ eyes that he had come for one reason, and that was to be claimed.

  If pressed to answer what exactly happened after that, Fabian was sure he wouldn’t be able to tell. The smell of Atticus and his need filled Fabian and he lost all thought. His mate came to him, said that he wanted him and the next thing he knew they were both naked and Atticus was on his knees, sucking his cock and swallowing him down the back of his throat.

  He must have fallen asleep while he was jerking off and this was all only a dream. As much as he longed for it to be reality a part of him was convinced he was dreaming. But as his orgasm built and he exploded down Atticus’ throat he knew it was real. He looked down at his mate as Atticus licked his cock clean then met his gaze. His mate looked like a fallen angel with swollen, wet lips, breathing heavily, and hair mussed. He looked totally debauched and the sight had Fabian’s cock coming back to life.

  He wanted to take his time with his mate and make him feel loved and cherished, but in that moment Fabian didn’t think he could go slow. His true vampire was riding him hard, demanding they claim what was theirs.

  “I need you so bad, mate. Tell me you want this, too. That you want me, too,” Fabian said in a low, husky voice.

  Atticus stood and pressed his body against Fabian’s as he looked up at him with hunger and... was that love? “I want you. I want you to claim me and make me yours forever. I want to wear your mark and shout it from the rooftops that you are my man, my mate, and let the world know how happy that makes me. Take me, mate. Fuck me and make me yours. As much as I want us to take our time, I don’t think I can wait a minute longer. I need you inside me, now. So, fuck me, mate. Fuck me so hard I feel you inside me for days after.”

  That was it for Fabian. Using his vampire speed, he grabbed Atticus around the waist and hauled him onto the bed then crawled between his spread legs as Atticus opened for him. Atticus gasped in surprise, but the gasp turned to a fucking sexy moan when their bodies pressed together.

  “I don’t think I can go slow, baby. I want you so bad,” Fabian said and was surprised to hear the need in his voice.

  “Then don’t. Take me. Make me yours. We can go slow later,” Atticus replied giving him a saucy smile that grabbed a hold of his heart. God, he really did already love this wonderful man.

  Fabian reached over and grabbed the lube that he had left on the nightstand earlier and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. He was not small, but Atticus was and he didn’t want to hurt him. He knew he would fit because Atticus was made just for him, and he wanted to claim him fast, but he still refused to cause his man pain.

  “That was handy,” Atticus said and Fabian looked up, meeting his eyes and saw that his cute mate was trying to hold in a smile.

  “I was...um…”

  “Taking matters into your own hands before I interrupted,” Atticus said as a statement as he smirked at him.

  Fabian chuckled as he pushed up onto his knees between Atticus’ spread thighs and wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few tugs as he made sure he was properly covered. “Such a smart mate I have.”

  “I thought I tasted a hint of lube when I swallowed that gorgeous cock of yours. That’s so hot thinking you were in here pleasuring yourself before I came.”

  “I’ll be pleasuring you now before you come,” Fabian replied huskily as he leaned forward and took Atticus’ cock down his throat in one move. At the same time, he pressed the tip of one finger against Atticus’ tight hole and began to loosen him. Atticus hissed as his body arched off the mattress.

  “Fuck, that’s so good. Put your finger inside me, Fabian. I want to feel you open me for that fat cock of yours.”

  Shit, who knew his shy little man was so demanding and open in the bedroom? And that dirty mouth on him was sinful. Fabian loved it, and he was going to love getting to know Atticus in every way.

  Fabian licked and sucked Atticus’ pretty cock, distracting his mate as he slid one, then two fingers inside his tight heat, slowly stretching him. Atticus squirmed and writhed beneath him, making the most erotic fucking sounds Fabian had ever heard. With each moan that escaped Atticus’ lips, Fabian’s cock pulsed and twitched. Just the sight, sound, and smells filling the room were threatening to unman him and cause him to come on the sheets below.

  Fabian added a third and fourth finger and worked them hurriedly. Atticus hissed and Fabian froze. “No! Shit, don’t stop! Just a little burn with the last finger, but it’s going away. I’m okay, Fabian. It’s good, mate, don’t stop, fuck me.”

  Fabian reached for the lube and poured a little more on his fingers before thrusting them back into Atticus. He searched for his mate’s prostate, then smiled around the cock in his mouth when Atticus went wild when he found it.

  “Holy fucking hell, yes! Oh, Fabian, please. Do that again, but with your cock. Please. I want you inside me, filling me, stretching me wide. Fuck me, mate.”

  Fabian gave a few more thrusts then pulled his fingers free as he released Atticus’ cock with a pop and straightened up onto his knees. He grabbed the base of his cock and pointed the tip at Atticus’ pretty pink star. Atticus pulled his legs back against his chest and Fabian growled deep. His first look at his mate’s most intimate spot had him losing control as it was, but his mate showing him that Atticus trusted him to make him feel good, sent Fabian into a need too raw and animalistic.

  Pushing forward, he broke through the outer ring of muscles and clenched his jaw from the incredible feeling that washed over him as Atticus’ body accepted him and wrapped around him in a tight hug. Gods, it was so good. There was no way he was going to last.

  “Fuck! Shit! Don’t leave me hanging, mate, fill me with you,” Atticus begged.

  Fabian dropped down over Atticus, placing his forearms on either side of Atticus’ head, holding most of his weight off his mate and at the same time he thrust in, filling Atticus completely. Atticus arch against him as he cried out his name and it was the best feeling Fabian had ever experienced in his long life. Filling his mate, giving him pleasure, his mate wrapped around him, and screaming out his name. Damn, it was heaven.

  Fabian ran his fingers through Atticus’ silky hair and their gazes met. “Just look at me, Diletto. Don’t take your eyes from mine. I want to see you, inside your soul, as I take you and claim you as mine forever,” Fabian whispered against his lips, giving Atticus a small kiss. He pulled back an inch, but kept his gaze locked with Atticus as he slid from Atticus’ body, then thrust back in.

  Atticus began to make those sinfully erotic noises again and he writhed against Fabian and thrust his ass down, meeting Fabian’s thrusts. Atticus raised his hands and wrapped his arms around Fabian’s shoulders, holding on tight, the blunt tips of his fingernails digging into Fabian’s flesh, but not painfully.

  They moved together as one, never breaking their gaze. Fabian watched as so many emotions flashed through Atticus’ eyes, and he was sure the same was true of his own. He felt a connection to his mate like he had never felt before and it had little to do with their bodies joining and more to do with the look. It seemed to be connecting their hearts even without the claiming bite.

  Fabian’s need grew inside him. With each thrust inward he was consumed by the same heavenly feeling as the first. His cock was throbbing, begging for release, and his balls pulled up close, almost painfully. Then suddenly his orgasm shot through him like a bullet and Fabian felt it in every atom of his body. At the same time, Atticus screamed out and Fabian felt a rush of warm liquid between them. It was so fucking sexy that his mate had found his release without either of them touching his cock with their hands. As they both continued to spill, Atticus lifted his chin and turned his head, breaking their eye connection. But the sight of his mate submitting to him shattered Fabian’s last ounce of will and he struck. His fangs dropped from his gums and he lowered his head, biting on supple flesh, teeth piercing skin. The wonderful ambrosia of Atticus’ essence washed over his tongue, filling his mouth and all his senses went on overdrive. His whole body came alive like he never knew it could and he fell completely in love with his mate.

  Fabian could feel everything Atticus felt and could hear his every thought. And what he found there surprised him, but filled him with joy. He could feel the love that Atticus had for him, and Fabian swore in that moment, that Atticus would never regret their mating or their life together. Fabian would spend eternity loving on his mate and making him happy, no matter what he had to do.

  Fabian drew his fangs back and licked across his mark, then turned his head, exposing his throat to Atticus in a silent plea. A small prick of pain gripped his shoulder, but quickly turned to pleasure. A second orgasm slammed through him and Fabian cried out his love’s name. “Atticus!”

  They were now complete. The bond was fully formed and could never be broken Atticus released his flesh and licked across his mark and Fabian pressed his face into Atticus’ neck as the two of them tried to calm their hearts and breathing.

  After a few minutes, Fabian raised his head and kissed his man, then reluctantly slid from Atticus’ body as he rolled them. Fabian lay on his back with Atticus draped over his chest. He smiled as his mate cuddled in close and released a soft sigh of contentment.

  “I should go get us a washcloth to clean up,” he whispered.

  “It can wait a few minutes. I just want to lay here in your arms where I belong and where I feel safe,” Atticus replied in a sleepy voice.

  Damn, his mate just kept getting more adorable. Fabian closed his eyes and just enjoyed the afterglow, and the feel of his mate finally with him.

  CHAPTER 17

  “I don’t like it,” Fabian said with a growl so deadly it caused Kalen, Silas, B.B. and Jasper to cringe.

  Atty stepped closer, pressing himself against Fabian’s chest as he ran a hand up the silky shirt Fabian wore. “I know, love, but there is no other way. We’ve all gone over this again and again. We tried to find different ways, but this is the only way. I promise you, I won’t leave your side.”

  Fabian stared into his mate’s pleading eyes and there was a tug on his heart. He wanted to do everything he could for his mate, give him everything his heart desired, but this was asking too much. He placed his hands onto Atticus’ hips and dropped his head, nuzzling his face against his mate’s throat, loving the way his mate’s silky, jet-black hair tickled his face. He inhaled deeply, allowing Atticus’ scent of strawberries and sunshine to wash over him, calming him slightly. “I know, but I don’t think I can do this, Atticus. I only just found you. Don’t ask me to risk losing you.”

  Atticus pulled back a fraction, just enough to grab Fabian’s face between his hands and raise his head until their eyes met. “Fabian, I would never ask you that. I can’t live without you either, but we both know this needs to be done. If there is anything that I can do to help free some of those others and make Viscardi and those pigs pay for what they have done, then I need to do this. I need to take back some of the control that they stole from me so that I can be truly free of them. And I won’t be alone. I will have all of you there with me, as well as how many outside waiting? And Viscardi and his men think me your sub, and with this collar on they should just ignore me. I don’t know anything about the BDSM world, but I do know that. If they even try to talk to me or look at me without your permission, they are making a huge faux pas and you as my Dom would have every right to demand retribution. Plus, I saw how terrified they were of you last time, so I doubt they will even pay me any attention.”

  “You are not my sub and I am not your Dom. You are my mate, my heart, my partner, and equal. I can’t stand the thought of placing this damn leash on you,” Fabian hissed and dropped his head so that their foreheads pressed together.

  “I know that, and you know that, but they don’t. And I thank you for saying that, love,” Atticus replied and kissed Fabian gently.

  “So, are we doing this or not? Because if we are, we need to go,” Silas said, interrupting their moment.

  “I swear to you, my friend, I will not let any harm come to your mate,” Raven said. Fabian pulled back from Atticus and looked at his best friend who sat on the couch with his five mates surrounding him.

  Lorcan, the ever-present fierce dragon shifter, stood behind the couch next to their other mate Ash, both of them looking ready for battle. Joel, the only human in their mating, who was once a resident of Clearnight Haven, sat on Raven’s left and Ciro on his right, while Jareth took his place on Raven’s lap. The six of them looked so happy together and Fabian could see the deep love they all shared. He hoped he and Atticus would get there someday. He was already head over heels in love with his mate and he knew Atticus felt the same, but they were yet to share the words. He could not go into this without letting his mate know how he felt. Fabian turned back to Atticus, but just as he was about to open his mouth, Snow walked in with ten of the sentinels that Raven brought with him from Italy.

  “We need to move now. We got word on the tap we snuck in there, that Viscardi is going to close and lock the doors at exactly ten o’clock. Anyone who was supposed to be there and didn’t make it will be locked out. We heard his man, Diego, saying that a few of the men from the last auction never made it home and Vascardi was called, so he’s implemented extra security.”

  “Then it is a good thing I brought a few of my own men with me,” Raven said as he stood.

  “Some? Fifty hot bad asses is more like it,” B.B. said from where he stood leaning against Silas’s chest.

  “That you know of,” Ash said and winked at B.B.

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  Fabian was filled with a sense of deja vu as they drove into the parking lot of the abandoned Clearnight Haven Marina. The difference this time was that Atticus was safely by his side, and over a hundred of the king’s sentinels, as well as Raven and his mates, were present somewhere hiding in the shadows.

  As they pulled up to the curb, Silas jumped from the driver’s seat of the limo and walked around to open his door. Saber was first out, then Jasper, with Fabian following. As he stepped out, he noticed many eyes watching him from the other men who had gathered for the auction. As before, he was pretending to be Carlo Dean and he could see the fear in the others’ eyes.

  He held his hand out to Atticus who still sat in the car. Atticus placed his small hand in his and stood from the vehicle. Fabian’s teeth itched for a multitude of reasons as his gaze roamed over his gorgeous mate’s body. He hated that they were using Atticus as a guinea pig in a way. That was the first thing that bothered him. Next was treating his mate like nothing more than a sex slave. He didn’t know how he was going to pull that off. To be a Dom like Carlo Dean as everyone was expecting, he wouldn’t be all loving and cuddly with his sub. Then there was the fact that his mate was dressed like a sex slave, wearing too tight, black boy shorts that showed off his more than generous package. He also wore a chest harness and a thick black collar with a D-ring in the front, and nothing else. Which meant others were going to look at what was his and see his Atty’s tight body.

  Snow stepped out next and handed Fabian a leash. He ground his teeth as he accepted the item, then took a deep breath. He needed to play his part if they were all going to get out of this unscathed. He channeled his inner Carlo Dean, or how he perceived him to be, like he did last time and immediately reached up and attached the leash to the collar around Atty’s neck. He turned, facing the gathering men outside the entry doors and headed toward them. His stride confidant, shoulders back, and head held high, giving off an air of confidence as if he were above everyone else in attendance. He wore the dark sunglasses again, which helped him to look around as much as he could without turning his head, and without others knowing which direction he was looking in. But they also had a small camera in the top right corner that sent a video feed back to Kalen at home in his office.

  Atty walked two paces behind him with his hands clasped in front of him, his head dropped to his chest and his shoulders slumped, making him appear submissive, but also afraid. It had only been three weeks since the auction that they rescued Atticus from, so they needed to keep up the appearance that Atticus was still despondent about his new life.

  They walked in the front doors and again were met by some of the same guards who were there last time, but this time he wasn’t met by a meathead with an attitude problem. No, they had taken care of that asshole.

  “Mr. Dean, welcome. Master Viscardi sends his regards. He wanted to meet you personally upon your arrival today, but one of the new slaves needed tending to. He asked me to greet you and your men and make sure all your needs were taken care of,” the guard said.

 

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