Rhett shuddered and came, filling the space between them with his seed and gripping onto Damien as if his life depended upon it. Damien leaned into him until Rhett rolled onto his back with Damien on top. He continued to hold him drinking and linking their lives together.
Gradually, he finished and licked the wound, sensitizing the flesh. Rhett moaned and gasped throughout, making every move so gorgeous. Damien did not pull out but rather rolled his hips, enjoying the tightness and heat that wrapped him. Rhett put his legs around him and held him secure.
"I could stay like this forever," Rhett spoke first.
"Forever," Damien repeated.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rhett effectively wrapped himself around this amazing man and was holding on. He didn't want to let go; he wanted to keep him there, filling him and completing him. It was ridiculous, and he would be the first to admit it, but this was so beyond anything he ever expected or could have imagined. His mind was a swirling mess, but also laser-focused at the same time.
He was seeing things that didn't make sense, but also made everything clear. He smiled at his own crazy wanderings. “You’re not just human.” He made the statement when Damien sat up and looked down into his eyes.
"I'm not human at all," Damien told him, and strangely, Rhett already knew that fact. "I'm a vampire, this is a coven, Conall Rose is my Master, and you are my beloved." He gently pulled out, and Rhett felt the loss immediately and reached out to pull him back. “Easy, my love." He said, and the endearment hit Rhett and melted every reserve he was trying to muster.
Damien removed the remainder of his clothing and gently moved Rhett to the center of the bed. He then went to an adjacent room and came back with a warm washcloth, and toRhett's utter astonishment, he began cleaning him. No man had ever done that, but with Damien, it felt natural.
“Thank you.” Rhett wasn’t sure what to say to a man who just washed him like he was precious and fragile. It was a peaceful and tranquil experience to relinquish control; he could definitely get used to this.
To trust someone as much as he trusted Damien was rare, but he did not fear regret. Even knowing what he was, it did not deter him; rather, it excited him further. A paranormal world existed and functioned completely unseen and unknown.
Vampires, shifters, magics, all living beside him made him stop and think about all the paranormal beings he'd lived and worked around. It was a lot, but not too much. He wasn't completely surprised by the revelation. He was surprised by the fact that Fate had chosen him as the companion for someone as grand and important as Damien Russo.
Damien got into bed beside him and pulled the comforter over them, making sure Rhett was warm and comfortable. He had his arms around Rhett and urged him to rest. The touch of his hands, so soothing and rhythmic, lulled him into a light sleep. His mind drifted off even as the world continued to open up in fantastical ways.
William Henry arrived home after meeting with a prospective investor. It was a dinner meeting attended by assistants and lawyers. He was planning a project in downtown, a high-rise, elite, special, restricted, better than anything already there. He had ideas, and all he needed was the money.
His name was becoming well known, and his buildings were admired. He was on the cusp of making it here, overshadowing everyone and making every other prospect fade, and he would rule this city. Life was taking off for him, and he should be proud and satisfied, but an issue persisted that would not leave his mind. It ate away at him morning and night, and that was not acceptable.
It was small, inconsequential, actually, but still it had to be resolved. The rebuilding of the Blood Rose nightclub. He'd sent a bid and several design possibilities, and he'd assumed the job would be his, considering his current popularity and examples of his work. However, Conall Rose, a billionaire recluse according to all reports, chose a nobody—a basic contractor—to restore his property.
Henry checked, and their budgets were similar, so it had nothing to do with the costs; it had everything to do with the company. The fact that Rhett Parks, a fucking low-dollar contractor who works out of his truck, took the project from him burned him like nothing ever before.
He would not be bested by a nobody in his industry, and he would do whatever was necessary to put an end to the Parks General Contracting business. He’d taken down better men in his climb to the top. He would do whatever he had to to destroy that man and his worthless company.
“He has called around looking for a crew, but he’s been shut out just as you requested. No one will take the risk of offending you. Parks is all but finished.” Andy reported. “He will be out come morning, and Rose sees that he has no crew."
“Good, keep watch in case he manages a miracle.”
“Yes, sir, but honestly, it's all over but the crying as far as I can see. He worked his ass off yesterday trying to do everythinghimself, and he barely made a dent in the work to be done. Mr. Rose will cut him loose. It won’t be long.” Andy was confident and probably correct, but Henry never left anything to chance.
“Watch him and report back as soon as he loses the job." He repeated himself, and Andy nodded, then left the room. The sun was rising, and Parks would be back on the job soon, struggling to appear competent. Rose would not tolerate someone who couldn’t hire or keep a crew.
Damien had breakfast delivered and was waiting for Rhett to join him. Last night had been everything he had expected and more; it was life-altering in a way that one would not expect.
His eyes had been opened to the heart and mind of someone else, which made him feel the emotions of another and bond with someone who was so much nicer and kinder than he was. There were a variety of new feelings and sensations that rushed through him when he thought of Rhett. Some were nice, and others were too nice, but that was his beloved, and he loved every inch of him.
His understanding of the world also took a slight turn, and his heart, which had always been rather hard, was now familiar with empathy and a selfless style of love that flowed from Rhett. It was interesting, but only in so much as it applied to his beautiful lover; he doubted his newfound tenderness would extend elsewhere because, in the end, he was still Damien Russo, the liquidator.
His attention was promptly pulled from his thoughts to the man who just walked out of the bedroom with a towel around his waist, pushing his wet hair back from his face. Damien was on his feet and met him in the center of the living room. “You’remaking my mouth water.” He said, and Rhett chuckled and rolled his hip seductively.
He pulled him over to the marble top table that sat against the back of the sofa, picked him up, and sat down upon it. Rhett smiled with the excitement of what he knew was coming. The towel was opened and draped on either side while his awesome body lay before him, beautiful and ready.
Damien caught Rhett’s gaze and held it silently for a few seconds. The air was suddenly charged with their pent-up desires and the overwhelming need that suddenly consumed them. Damien skimmed the palm of his hand down Rhett's chest to his throbbing cock and gripped the base. Rhett jerked but did not move, and his eyes stayed riveted on Damien.
Damien leaned closer, moving slowly while maintaining eye contact, and then he licked the tip, swirling his tongue, and watched Rhett drop his head down onto the back of the sofa and let out a long, sensual moan. The man knew how to push all of Damien's buttons, being both emotional and needy. Damien abruptly took him down his throat and felt him come off the table for a moment.
Rhett's hands were immediately in his hair, trying to thrust and to control, but Damien took his hands and held them to either side while still taking him down his throat over and over, tight and hungry. Rhett was holding his breath and growling when the sensitivity became too much. Damien took him to the base and used the muscles in his throat to tighten and massage, and Rhett lost it on a tense scream that transitioned into a breathless moan.
