Dakota (The Sevion Brotherhood) Page 6

  “Take Zay out of the room, please Lucas,” Nishon said.

  “Nimo, what the hell is going on?” another man asked. “What are these men talking about? Vampires and bonds and everything? Do you really believe all of this?”

  “I’ve seen proof, Lucas. Don’t be afraid when you see it, because you don’t want to be where I am.”

  Dakota wanted to comfort his mate when he heard the guilt and despair in his voice, but again his helpless body prevented him from being able to do so. Instead he lay there, listening to everything but unable to offer any type of dialogue or assistance.

  “Come on, Zay. Uncle Lucas needs your help in the kitchen. I’m going to teach you how to make some lasagna.”

  “Yay! Then I can teach Daddy!” Zay voice sounded extremely excited and Dakota smiled, at least mentally because he was pretty sure his face didn’t move at all.

  “Exactly.”

  Dakota was aware of two sets of footsteps leaving before Nishon sighed. “Dietrick, I don’t think you want to be in here for this, so can you get me that knife Lucas brought to cut up the French bread and then go and sit out in the living room or in the kitchen with Lucas and Zay?”

  Nishon’s friend Dietrick chuckled. “You think seeing a vampire suck your blood is going to freak me out? I’ve seen worse things. Besides I’m not leaving you in a room full of vampires while your blood is flowing. You must be delusional.”

  Dakota wanted to applaud Dietrick for standing up with his friend. He admired the other man’s courage.

  “Thanks, Dee.”

  “No problem, Nimo.”

  There was no more talking and then the coppery smell of Nishon’s blood filled the air and Dakota’s fingers started to twitch. He felt the soft press of Nishon’s wrist against his spread lips and his mouth opened wider. Dakota’s throat worked as he drank Nishon’s life-giving blood, the mating blood-bond between them flaring to life and growing stronger. Dakota could see it. It glowed red, pulsed, trimmed in gold as it drew him back into the world of the living. As he gulped deeply, he felt his cock grow harder behind the fabric of the basketball shorts his brothers had pulled on over him.

  And just like that, with what felt like only a second of drinking, but what he’d known had been minutes, Dakota released Nishon’s wrist and his eyes snapped open. He found himself looking up into Nishon’s brown eyes. The other man’s lips parted as he panted, his eyes dark with desire. Dakota grinned and extended one claw. Reaching up, he sliced down the side of his own neck and lifted Nishon up onto his waist.

  “It’s time for us to leave now. The bond must be completed. Tennessee, light the candle,” Decebal commanded.

  “Yes, Tată,” Tennessee responded.

  Dakota was vaguely aware of the sound of a match striking, the smell of jasmine and sage filled the air seconds before the bedroom door closed. His eyes slid closed as he inhaled the intoxicating fragrance and a feeling of peace stole into his limbs. He opened his eyes and stared up at Nishon with a smile.

  “Now what?” Nishon asked.

  “Now you drink from me. Then we will make love and I will make maddening passionate love to you until you forget that you were afraid of me, and I will bite you just behind your ear and mark you as mine forever, and then we will call Isaiah in and tell him that we are all one big happy family,” Dakota told him.

  Nishon nodded. “Sounds good to me.” He hesitated and glanced away for a moment before looking back at Dakota. “I’m not going to be turned into a vampire am I?”

  Dakota shook his head. “No. We are born, not made.”

  Nishon let out a breath and his lips trembled into measure of a grin. “Okay.”

  “Good,” Dakota responded and brought Nishon’s face to where his blood trailed down the side of his neck. He shivered when the human’s tongue tentatively and gently licked at the blood, no doubt weirded out by the thought of tasting it.

  “That’s enough,” Dakota assured him, when he felt the bond strengthen even more and snap together on the other end.

  Can you hear me? he asked Nishon mentally.

  Are you talking to me in my mind? Nishon responded.

  Dakota chuckled. Yes, it’s one of the perks of being mated. Once I make love to you and we are fully mated I will show you the other perks.

  Well stop talking about it and show me, Nishon said and grinned at him. Dakota laughed and rolled Nishon beneath him before taking his lips gently, but possessively in their first kiss. He was amazed. Not only by how refreshed and alive he felt by one drink, but by how accepting Nishon suddenly appeared.

  I’m a very good actor. Nishon’s words came to him through their bond and Dakota lifted his head and looked down at the younger man.

  “Are you really so afraid of me?” he asked softly.

  Nishon sighed and stared up at him. “Yes and no. There is a very big part of me that assures me that you won’t hurt me, that points out the fact you have had ample opportunity to do so but haven’t done it. And yet, there is another part that tells me what you are is unnatural and I should grab my son and run as far as possible.”

  Dakota nodded. He could understand how Nishon felt on some level. The man was a human trying to come to terms with a paranormal world after all. “There are many who say that being gay is unnatural and that they should take their children and run as far as possible as well.”

  “Touché.” Nishon grinned. “And for that reason I am going to take a leap of faith with you.”

  Dakota nodded and leaned down to kiss Nishon gently. “Thank you.” His body tingled from where his lips met Nishon’s through every cell and Dakota groaned. He lifted his hand to Nishon’s hair and tangled it in the curls there.

  “Sorry about the hair,” Nishon said sheepishly.

  Dakota’s eyebrows lowered in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”

  Nishon shrugged. “I bet you’ve been with guys and probably girls with straight, curly, wavy hair that’s all soft and silky. You know good hair, and mine’s kind of… kinky. You’re not really going to be able to run your fingers through it.”

  Dakota tilted his head to the side and wondered who in Nishon’s past had made him feel bad about his hair. He could have happily found that person and smacked them around, but instead he placed a gentle kiss on Nishon’s nose. “I love your hair. I may not be able to run my fingers through it easily, but I can grip it and it’s beautiful and unique.” He kissed each of Nishon’s cheeks and then his eyelids. “So, no, you don’t have good hair. You have perfect hair. Perfect for you and perfect for me.”

  Nishon sighed and wrapped his arms around Dakota’s neck. “Wow, your brother Jersey was right. This whole being a mate thing is great.”

  Dakota chuckled and lowered his lips to nuzzle the curve of Nishon’s jaw. “I certainly think so.” He slowly kissed down Nishon’s neck until he got to the man’s collarbone. He licked the skin there and slowly trailed his fingers of his hand down the side of Nishon’s body to his hip where he grasped the hem of his shirt and lifted it. Dakota looked down and licked his lips at the sight of Nishon’s exposed skin.

  “God, you are so beautiful,” he breathed.

  “You really think so?” Nishon asked. Dakota looked up into Nishon’s face and nodded.

  “I know so.” With that he leaned down and placed his lips to Nishon’s stomach and left a kiss there. He trailed his lips up Nishon’s torso, kissing and licking the skin, his hands pushing up the fabric of his lover’s shirt until he’d pulled it off and tossed the cloth over his shoulder to land somewhere on the floor. Smiling down into Nishon’s face, Dakota lifted Nishon’s hand and kissed each finger, licking them and sucking them into his mouth. Once he had fellated each digit of the first hand, Dakota kissed and licked his way down Nishon’s arm, his ears perking at the sound of Nishon’s heartbeat rapidly pounding in his chest.

  Dakota tasted the inside of Nishon’s elbow before kissing his way up to Nishon’s shoulder. He placed tiny kisses there as h
e caressed Nishon’s torso down to his groin. He gripped Nishon through his pajama bottoms and smiled at what he found there.

  “Well at least I know that one part of you is extremely interested in what we’re doing,” he said.

  Nishon chuckled. “Oh he’s very interested. Has been from the first moment I saw you.”

  “Is that right?”

  Nishon nodded and Dakota smiled. “Well that’s certainly good to know.” He licked his way from Nishon’s collarbone to his sternum over to one pebbled nipple, pulling it into his mouth. He laved the pebbled nub, nicking it with the point of his fang accidentally. He heard Nishon hiss in pain and quickly apologized. He sucked and licked at the wound, knowing his saliva would help to heal it, while at the same time bringing pleasure to his lover. A fact that became evident when Nishon fisted his hands in Dakota’s hair and tugged on the strands, pulling his head over to the other nipple.

  “Do it again,” he demanded.

  Only too happy to oblige, Dakota lightly nipped at Nishon’s left nipple, nicking it with his fang and sucking a bit at the blood that bubbled at the surface. Their bond flared and pulsed as Dakota pulled Nishon’s essence within his throat and body. He pushed his hand beneath the waistband of Nishon’s pajama bottoms and groaned when he found that Nishon was naked beneath the fabric. He gripped the heated flesh of Nishon’s erection and squeezed the man’s cock in his fist as he licked at his nipple. Dakota stroked and caressed Nishon’s dick as he kissed his way down his lover’s torso, using his own hand to push down the fabric of Nishon’s pajamas.

  Nishon wiggled in an effort to help him and Dakota released him and lifted off of the other man in order to completely strip him naked. Once he was done, he looked down at Nishon, shaking his head in amazement.

  “I can’t believe Fate gave you to me. You’re just so beautiful,” he breathed.

  Nishon shifted his head side to side in disagreement. “You’re the beautiful one.”

  Dakota grinned. “Well how about you believe that I’m beautiful and I’ll know that you’re the beautiful one?”

  Nishon laughed. “Deal.”

  Dakota’s sound of amusement joined Nishon’s and he rose off the bed to take off his own clothes. He watched Nishon’s face as he did so, the other man froze completely, his entire attention riveted on Dakota’s groin. Dakota tried not to put on a show as he disrobed but he couldn’t help but roll his hips a bit after he finally stood before Nishon completely nude.

  “I really want you to fuck me now,” Nishon said softly.

  “Okay,” Dakota agreed.

  He crawled up the mattress towards Nishon but stopped when Nishon turned over and scrambled towards the nightstand. He sat back on his heels, watching with rapt interest as the brown globes of Nishon’s ass flexed, pressed close together and separated with his movements, offering Dakota glimpses of Nishon’s waiting brown hole.

  “Got it!” Nishon declared happily, pulling out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. Dakota would explain to Nishon about the condoms in a moment, but right then he had more important things to do. Grabbing Nishon’s ankles, he pulled the man down, smiling when he squealed.

  Those squeals turned to gasps and then moans when Dakota spread Nishon’s ass cheeks apart and buried his face in between them and began licking up and down the crease of them.

  “Holy. Fuck. Oh. God. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Nishon babbled.

  Dakota had no plans on doing so, and he straightened his tongue and poked it deep within Nishon’s anus. His hands squeezed, spanked, and caressed the fleshy skin of Nishon’s rear and Dakota relished in the thrashing and moans Nishon made as he begged for Dakota to give it to him harder.

  “Fuck me, Dakota. Now! Nownownownownownownownow,” Nishon stammered.

  Knowing that Nishon was exactly where Dakota wanted him, Dakota rose up on his knees, grabbed the lube and coated his fingers with the viscous liquid. Rubbing his finger around Nishon’s hole, Dakota pushed his finger deep within his lover’s channel, groaning with Nishon when he felt the way the other man’s body gripped the digit. He could only imagine the way Nishon’s body would grip his cock and he reached down to wrap his fingers around the base of his own dick in order to stop himself from erupting prematurely. Inhaling through his nose, the scent of Nishon’s increased arousal filled Dakota’s body and he moaned.

  “Holy shit, you smell so goddamn good,” he hissed, his fangs lowering, his voice dropping and becoming guttural as his vampiric instincts began to kick in. He needed to complete the bond and soon before he snapped, lost control and ended up hurting Nishon.

  “And your finger feels good inside of me, but I can take more than one, Dakota,” Nishon told him with a moan.

  “Oh thank God,” Dakota breathed. Nishon laughed and Dakota swatted him on his rear. “No, laughing at me, I’m hanging onto my control by a thread here. You have no idea how incredibly sexy you look right now.”

  “Really?” Nishon asked.

  “Oh yeah,” Dakota said and pushed in a second finger to join the first deep within Nishon’s chute. He began to scissor them apart within Nishon’s ass, stretching his hole and preparing him for Dakota’s cock. He leaned down and swiped his tongue across Nishon’s hole again as he pulled his fingers free, pouring more lube on them before pressing three of them into Nishon’s channel.

  “Oh yes,” Nishon breathed. “Yes. That’s what I want.”

  Dakota grinned. He thrust his fingers in and out of Nishon’s chute harder and harder, listening as Nishon moaned his name, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. He spread his fingers apart, twisting them inside of Nishon’s ass, plunging them in and out of the younger man’s hole until his nostrils were so filled with the smell of Nishon’s arousal that his control was razor thin.

  Pulling his finger free, he picked up the bottle of lube. He poured more into his hand and stroked his cock, hissing as pleasure raced up his spine.

  “Don’t you dare come until you’ve fucked me, fang boy,” Nishon growled and Dakota froze.

  “Did you just call me fang boy?” he asked incredulously.

  “Yes?” Nishon responded hesitantly.

  Dakota burst out laughing. “I like it.” He placed the head of his cock against Nishon’s clenching hole and stopped. “Vampires can’t get or transmit human diseases, so I’m immune to AIDS, HIV, and STDs and I can’t give them to you and the only way for our bond to be cemented is for me to spill my cum inside of you.”

  Nishon looked over his shoulder at Dakota and quirked an eyebrow. “So what are you waiting for, Dakota?”

  Dakota grinned and slowly pressed deeply within Nishon’s body. He groaned as the hot velvet lining of Nishon’s channel wrapped around his length. Dakota’s head fell back and his eyes slid closed as sweet bliss wrapped around his body. He pressed his hips forward unhurriedly, inch by maddening inch until he was fully buried within Nishon’s chute and then he moaned Nishon’s name.

  Their bond blazed like an inferno and when Dakota opened his eyes, the flame from the red mating candle that his family had wisely remembered to bring grew and grew until the entire room was engulfed in flames that burned nothing. Dakota felt hot, on fire even, but knew his skin was not burning. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Nishon’s head and began dropping and lifting his body up and down steadily as if he were doing pushups. The slow push and retreat in and out of his lover’s body caused the fire in the room to burn hotter and brighter making it turn blue.

  “Dakota! Please!” Nishon pleaded.

  Unable to deny his sufletul pereche or himself any longer, Dakota pulled his cock out of Nishon’s ass and flipped the man over, pulling him down the bed and lifting his legs until Nishon’s knees rested on his shoulders. Placing the head of his cock back at the entrance of Nishon’s body, Dakota slammed home, roaring out his lover’s name.

  “Yes!”

  After Nishon’s scream the only noises were a string of curses and the slapping of flesh on
flesh, with intermittent kisses as Dakota rammed his cock in and out of Nishon’s hole, pushing Nishon up the bed with the force of his thrusts until Nishon’s headboard began to bang into the wall so hard it left a hole in it. And still they did not stop. Dakota felt possessed. Possessed by a need he couldn’t control. A need to completely mark Nishon inside and out.

  “You are mine, now and forever,” he growled to Nishon.

  “Yes,” Nishon responded.

  Dakota lifted Nishon off of the bed, still embedded deep within him and walked over to an open space on the wall and placed his sufletul pereche against it as he fucked him harder and faster, going as deep as he could go.

  “Come for me, Nishon,” Dakota commanded.

  “N-Nimo,” Nishon said.