Pack Master (Vampire Kings 3)

“Hello?”

“Hello,” he said.

“You're still there?”

“I’m not leaving you.”

The reassurance was enough for Lorien to relax, though he was still swept up in the strangeness of it all. After a time, his eyes started to adjust. There was a handsome man dressed in an officer’s uniform crouched over him. The dark eyed man brushed his hair back from his head tenderly.

“You’re going to survive,” he said. “Not as you were, but as something better.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Lorien said. He was beginning to become quite emotional. He’d held it together for the execution, his execution, but now he was confused and cold and… “I want to go home,” Lorien cried. “I want to see my mother.”

He was nearly thirty, but the cold hand of eternity had gripped him by the neck and he had known it was all over. Why wasn’t it over?

“Shh,” the man soothed him. “You’re going to feel so much better soon, my brave soldier. You’re going to feel new life flowing through your veins. It just takes time. Sleep now. Close your eyes and surrender.”

Lorien had a flash of memory. His last memory. Cruel faces and the dark voids of small handguns pointed at me. He'd closed his eyes, thinking it would be the last time, all pain and struggle being over. He’d been wrong.

“I did that once before,” Lorien said. “I don’t think I will do that again.”

The man above him let out a rich chuckle. “You are going to be one of the difficult ones, aren’t you.”

“Probably,” Lorien agreed. He closed his eyes in spite of himself and slid back into the cold sleep of the newly damned.

“If not for Maddox, I would have died,” Lorien explained. “A second time. If I’d been left as I was, I would have gone feral and mad and… I owe him almost everything.”

“He turned you?”

“No. Someone else did. I don’t even remember them. I think it was a woman, but sometimes I am not so sure. My memories of that time are faded and confused. Maddox stepped in and made sure I didn’t go mad and turn feral. There was a lot of predation and scavenging going on in the midst of that war.”

“You’ve known a lot of pain, and a lot of loss,” Henry commiserated.

“Not as much as some. And I was given a second chance. That’s two more chances than multitudes get. I know I am fortunate, no matter how much pain I might have experienced.”

Henry kissed him again, driving all thought from his head and absolving him of the need to hash through the misery of a war torn past. The present was so much more rich and immediate. Lorien's cock was rock hard, but today he wanted to give another part of himself.

There was so much potential for this to feel like humiliation, but as he took a prone position on the bed, inviting Henry to take him, he didn’t feel embarrassed at all. He felt treasured. Henry’s touch was almost reverent. He did not immediately die for the tight hole between his cheeks. Instead he took his time to massage and to explore with lips and tongue, tasting, licking, nipping here and there. He was a hungry and very oral beast Lorien discovered, and that technique was taken all the way down to his ass.

He felt the alpha’s tongue sliding between his cheeks, bathing the dark core of him. It was a sensation that sent such intense pleasure rushing through him, forcing precum to seep from his cock onto the rough green blanket Henry preferred to sleep under.

Henry was taking his time, making sure Lorien was ready every step of the way. He was also putting Lorien through the most intense experience of delayed gratification possible. They had been playing around this from the moment they met. He needed Henry inside him. He needed to feel connected to know that this was all real, not some sick game.

The pack master’s tongue alone could have taken him to climax, but before Lorien could spill his seed, Henry withdrew and replaced the hot, wet lapping with a cooler sensation of gel lubricant, fingered around and inside Lorien’s ass with a gentle and adept touch.

For the first time in a long time, Lorien was truly submissive. He laid out on the bed, waiting to be taken, giving himself to Henry without a word. He was caught in a surge of sensations, giving into old instincts.

“Are you ready?” The question came over his shoulder, accompanied by a kiss to his cheek. Henry was being tender, but Lorien knew very well the raw power the alpha had at his disposal.

“Yes,” Lorien moaned. “Please.”

“Such a polite young man,” Henry growled, though Lorien was arguably far older than he. Lorien felt the head of Henry’s cock pressing against his ass, following the same path Henry’s fingers had previously taken. It was much larger, much hotter, and as he relaxed to allow the pack master inside, it meant much more.