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He then grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them down and off, leaving his beloved completely naked apart from his sock, which Judah quickly disposed of. Even his feet were beautiful, long and slender and sensitive to the touch.
"I want to see you, Judah. I want to touch you." Nash moaned the words softly and ran his hands across Judah's shoulders.
"You will, my love, but it is your turn first. I want to excite you and show you the heights of euphoria that are possible." He was making some tall promises, but the feelings were leading him to believe he could do it all, and who was he to doubt Fate.
“Euphoria.” He said and then smiled at Judah. “I want to taste euphoria.”
"You will." Judah quickly stripped and got several appreciative looks from his beloved. It was nice to know that he liked what he saw. Nash's body was an absolute feast for his eyes. There were signs of previous abuse scars, mostly on his legs, which must have been a preferred location by his abusers. Judah ran the palm of his hand up and down his thighs and calves, feeling the puckered flesh and creases, and it all made him love this man even more. It was a life of pain and terror, and still, he came out of it as a kind and honest adult. His character was impeccable, and those bastards could not break him.
Nash felt like he was flying as all the sensations converged and blew his mind. Judah was out of this world amazing, and every touch was sending thrills that spanned his entire body. Nash felt salacious, tingling all the way to his toes. "You make my body tremble, Judah. I'm so hard it hurts."
"It's the best kind of hurt, baby." Judah was doing things with his mouth and hands, and Nash didn't want him to ever stop. The buildup to the promised euphoria was well on the rise. Judah took him into his mouth and started to stroke and apply pressure that pushed for completion but also pulled back just when he thought he'd lose it. This was a tease and a promise, and Nash was about to burst out of his skin.
"I'm coming to Judah." He warned just as he lost it and exploded. Judah continued to stroke him fast and hard, taking it all in, and then he felt it. It was just a prick, but it resonated along his nerves. Sweet and lovely was the feeling. Judah had tasted him. He had drank from him, and it was wonderful. "That felt so amazing." His words did not do justice to the sensation that rocked through him, but it was all his addled brain could form.
Judah was doing things that, even after the euphoria began to settle, had Nash tightened with sensation and responding uncontrollably. His head rolled back and forth on the pillow, and his eyes closed tight.
"I want to claim you sweetheart." Judah's tone was deep and breathless, and Nash could feel his fingers plunging inside, stretching and loosening him and the feeling was electrifying, as was the anticipation.
Judah crawled up, looming and looking down at him like he was a delicious morsel to be devoured. Nash looked back, begging for him to claim him. "Make me yours, Judah." Judah took his lips in a kiss that was unlike any other he'd received. It was breathtaking and burned through him, branding him with a passion that was all-consuming. Just when he thought he could not feel anymore, he plunged inside, stretching Nash and filling him full.
Nash held him, gripping his shoulders and hanging on for the ride of his life. The rapid rhythm of filling and withdrawing, hitting every nerve and setting fires along the way. Judah was panting and gritting his teeth, building momentum and slamming inside, and then he plunged deep and stilled. The moment was explosive as he growled and came hot seed filling Nash, and then he struck.
Judah's face changed, becoming hard lines and angles, and his eye turned a flashing red as he sunk his teeth into the tender, sweet flesh of Nash's throat and drank deeply. Nash marveled at the sensations that chased through him. Colors and lights danced on the edges of his vision, and his mind was suddenly filled with all things Judah. His hopes, fears, and emotions welled up and poured over Nash, bringing them close and bonding their hearts and minds. They were as one.
Judah held Nash tightly, feeling his body quiver and buck as the bond snapped into place. The taste of his beloved was full and fresh, rejuvenated and renewed in a way no other ever had. This was the meaning of connection, the true knowing and loving of another; this was his beloved, and their lives were just beginning.
He finished and licked the wound until it was healed into a perfect scar, signifying their bond. Nash would forever be, from this moment forward, the beloved of Commander Judah Helm, and Judah would forever be the beloved of the extraordinarily gorgeous Nash Rhodes.
Judah slowly eased out of his lover's tight embrace and stretched out beside him, gathering him up to his side and peppering kisses to the side of his face and shoulder. Nash rolled to face him, and his expression was one he'd remember forever. It was peaceful, happy, and adoring. Everything in Judah melted once more.
"We are bonded, my love." He told him, and Nash's smile grew wider.
"We are one," Nash said in a whisper as if it were some amazing secret.
"Yes, we are one." Nash reached up and ran the pads of his fingers down the side of Judah's face and then smoothed his hair back from his face. He would never tire of Nash's touch, even if he lived to be a thousand.
Judah pushed Nash's long, silky hair back behind his shoulder, marveling at its softness and gloss. "Your hair is so beautiful, my love." He commented.
"Not many would agree with you," Nash remarked. "It's been called odd, scary, or freaky but never beautiful."
"In my eyes, everything about you is beautiful," Judah said and then kissed his forehead.
"In your eyes, I can live and grow and be happy." He responded with a depth of feeling that had Judah wrapping him in his arms and kissing him hard and purposefully, placing his mark once again on Fate's gift.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Arthur had eluded the wolf pack, and the coven. Neither could find him when the demon was with him and even now, the essence of the great one keeps him concealed. He missed the power of the demon and longed for his return. He would do anything to have him back. Arthur had a plan for Nash: a way that he could lure him out, and when he handed him over, the demon would leave Neo and return to him. He knew that if he didn't deliver soon, Neo would take care of it himself, and Arthur would be cut out of the process and the spoils.
He'd spent too much time taking care of that kid and his mother to let him get away now. He even killed that useless woman just to get total control over Nash. Too many months were spent getting him ready for his new reality, and Arthur would not miss out on his share.
The plan and outcome were made clear to him months ago when the demon came upon him. He would be given a life of power and influence as long as he did as he was told, but now, he had to prove himself all over again after letting Nash escape.
Apart from his ability to make money off his freaky abilities and looks, Arthur always hated that kid and his ridiculous powers. Soon, the kid would be gone, and in his place, a being that was truly deserving. Arthur had a plan, and not even Nash's new friends would save him from what was to be his true destiny and final ending.
He ducked into the shadows and made his way back to his car, parked inside an abandoned garage. He made sure to leave enough of a trail to be certain that his pursuers found it and followed. He laughed, thinking of his foolproof plan that lay ahead. He'd put together the perfect trap so he would not fail his master this time. He would not be dismissed or denied when the fruition of their efforts finally came forth.
After a nice dinner, Judah suggested they take a walk in the vineyard. "It's lovely in the evening, and the smell is extraordinary." He described in a deep breath.
