The Vampire Who Thirsted for a Wolf (21 page)

Breathless, he released Derek’s cock and licked the shaft clean,

sealing the tiny wounds as he did so. Derek collapsed back on the

grass, panting hard. The werewolf’s mind whirled with thoughts

mostly rotating around how much he loved having Kaname’s mouth

around him.

Kaname climbed over his mate and kissed Derek’s sweet lips,

sharing the lingering taste of Derek’s cum with the wolf. At first, it

was a relaxed lip-lock as they enjoyed the remaining traces of the

afterglow. Soon, however, Derek’s cock grew hard again, and

Kaname’s wasn’t far behind. He had never truly gone soft in the first

place, one orgasm simply not enough when he was with his mate.

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Kaname broke the kiss and gave Derek a heated look. “I need to

be inside you,
hana
,” he whispered.

Derek just licked his lips and nodded. Kaname briefly moved

away and retrieved a small vial of oil from his pocket, specially

crafted to carry around, placing it on the grass next to Derek. He then

proceeded to quickly remove his pants, grimacing as the material

stuck to his skin where his spunk had started to dry.

Finally, he was free from the constraining garments and took the

vial in his hand. Derek smiled at him. “You came prepared. I’m going

to think you intended to seduce me from the very beginning.”

Kaname laughed. “Perhaps I did. But in the end, it always pays off

to be ready, especially when sex with you is the potential reward.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Derek spread his legs wide and lifted

them, exposing his tiny, pink opening. “Now fuck me, Kaname. I

need you inside me.”

Kaname nearly dropped the oil at the sight. Distantly, he

wondered if he’d ever get used to it or if Derek would always affect

him like this. He was an elder, for crying out loud, not a nervous

virgin. But with Derek, none of his past experience mattered. In fact,

in many ways, he hadn’t truly experienced the full joy of becoming

one with another person until Derek. And every time they made love,

it seemed to get better and better. Anticipation sizzled through

Kaname, making his dick so hard he could cut diamonds.

Frustrated and impatient, Kaname poured a generous amount of

fluid in his hand. He thrust two fingers into Derek’s ass, loving the

way the tight muscles received him with very little resistance. Derek’s

body was practically made for him, his anus greedily drawing

Kaname’s digits in as if demanding for more.

Derek moaned, his entire body trembling and his dick leaking pre-

cum all over his belly. “Kaname…Oh,
tsuki
…Please!”

His mate didn’t often use the pet name he had for Kaname, but

that only made it more special when he did speak it. Kaname loved

hearing Japanese words on Derek’s tongue, the slight accent giving

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them a special charm. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm

down and prepare his mate.

But Derek would not be denied. With a speed that surprised

Kaname, the werewolf pushed him down, dislodging Kaname’s

fingers from his ass. He grabbed the oil and poured the remnants of

the bottle all over Kaname’s dick. A few strokes to apply the slick

liquid better had Kaname completely pliant in Derek’s talented grip.

And then, his mate climbed into his lap and positioned himself over

Kaname’s cock. In one single, hard, motion, he impaled himself on

Kaname’s prick.

Both of them moaned at the same time, the rapture of finally

uniting in the most intimate way two men could flowing through their

bond. Kaname clutched Derek’s hips and held onto his mate tightly,

forcing Derek to remain in place, if only for a couple of seconds.

They took advantage of the opportunity to catch their breaths, as both

of them were already close to coming again. Kaname’s pleasure fed

off Derek’s, as he could feel the werewolf’s bliss at having Kaname

inside him.

At last, they could no longer restrain their shared passion. Kaname

kept his hands on Derek’s pelvis, but he started thrusting deep inside

Derek’s passage. Derek moved with him, and they fell into a perfect

rhythm, a dance that was as old as time itself. Kaname aimed for

Derek’s prostate, and he knew his mate’s body so well that he

unerringly hit it every time. Derek’s hands landed on Kaname’s chest,

his claws digging into Kaname’s flesh. Every sensation molded

together in a cocktail that made Kaname drunk with pleasure.

And then, Derek leaned over him and buried his canines into

Kaname’s neck. Kaname’s world exploded into a rainbow of colors.

He could taste his own blood in Derek’s mouth, and it showered him

with a river of volcanic pleasure so intense Kaname thought his heart

must have stopped. He found his peak, sending streams of cum deep

into his mate’s channel. Derek’s sphincter muscles tightened even

more around him, squeezing him of every drop of jizz. Even as

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Kaname rode his orgasm, wet warmth splashed over his stomach as

Derek came as well. The feel of it doubled Kaname’s pleasure to a

nearly impossible extent.

It was not the first time Derek claimed him like this, and it always

had the same effect as when Kaname bit the wolf. Time seemed to

stop as Kaname’s only reality became Derek. His mind was one with

Derek’s, and he could no longer tell where Derek ended and he began.

He could only muster one coherent thought. “Hana, ai shiteru.
I love

you.
”

“
Ai shiteru
,
tsuki
,”
Derek replied.
“Forever.”

It lasted for too long, and yet, too little. As much as Kaname

would have liked to cling to the amazing moment forever, the

afterglow began to dim and they were forced to return to the real

world. As Derek released his hold on Kaname’s neck and collapsed

onto his chest, Kaname’s dick slipped out of Derek’s ass. But even

while the pleasure of the orgasm faded, their union remained in place,

stronger than ever. They lay like that, embraced, simply enjoying each

other’s presence and the perfume of the still-falling blossoms. In spite

of everything that had happened, Kaname thought in that moment that

he’d never been happier.

He was startled from his peaceful thoughts by the sound of his

ringtone. With great reluctance, Kaname broke away from Derek and

reached for his abandoned pants, where he found his insistent phone.

The display showed Rhys Whitaker’s name, which brought to mind

many of his current problems.

A thread of guilt coursed through him at the realization that he

shouldn’t have gone on a romantic trek with Derek while his coven’s

attackers were on the loose. However, he couldn’t bring himself to

regret it. He had a feeling that after this conversation, his time would

grow even more limited. Sometimes, he truly wished he could hand

over the elder responsibilities to someone else and just be Derek’s

mate. If that was selfish, so be it, but Derek meant more to him than

anyone else.

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Accepting this emotion as normal, Kaname also opened himself to

the small surge of enthusiasm coursing through him. His first

suspicion regarding the use of magic in the destruction of his coven

had been confirmed, but until now, they hadn’t found out anything

further. Rhys had thrown himself into the investigation with zeal,

promising information. It had a lot to do with the assault on his

parents. Thanks to the intervention of Rhys’s other father, Romaine

and his wife had survived the attack, and were now recovering. They

hadn’t been able to provide much insight into the issue beyond

pointing out the involvement of Kaname’s parents in it. But Kaname

hoped this call meant Rhys had succeeded in his task. The incubus

was nothing if not resourceful, and he’d impressed Kaname before

with his dedication and intelligence.

Derek leaned against him and Kaname pressed a quick kiss to

Derek’s forehead before he hastily took the call. “Hello, Whitaker-

san,” he greeted the incubus.

The screen of the phone showed a rattled-looking Rhys. “Yes,

Yamamoto-sama. I apologize if I’m interrupting anything, but I think

I might have some information for you.”

Kaname struggled to remain calm and maintain his formal

composure. “Oh? What is it?”

Rhys took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for something “The

clue I’ve found is not a certain thing, but if I’m right, the

consequences could be dire.”

The fact that the Whitakers were agitated told Kaname this must

be very serious, indeed. Kaname frowned. “Who attacked my people,

Whitaker-san?”

Rhys’s look was somber and grim when he replied, “Demons.

Other kinds of demons.”

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THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A native Romanian, Scarlet was born in 1986 and grew up an avid

fan of Karl May and Jules Verne, reading fantasy stories and

adventure. Later, when she was out of fantasy stories to read, she

delved into her mother’s collection of books and, of course, stumbled

onto romance.

As a writer though, Scarlet Hyacinth was born one sunny summer

day, when a dear friend of hers—the same friend who introduced her

to GLBT fiction—proposed they start writing a story of their own. As

it turns out, the two friends never did finish that particular story, but

Scarlet discovered she had a knack for writing and ended up starting

to write individually. And so, between working on her dissertation,

studying for exams, and reading yaoi manga, she started writing the

Kaldor Saga. Along the way, Scarlet met a lot of wonderful people

who supported her, and in the end, she found her story a home and, in

the process, fulfilled a beautiful dream.

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