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THE BOYS OF BELSMEADE
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Once we reached the count's villa an hour from Rome, I stared in wonder. Cars were parked everywhere, bearing number plates from all around Europe. I counted dozens of different cars before Aramis took me by the hand and led me inside, to meet the hundreds of vampires that had gathered to help rescue my dad.
I stepped inside and my mouth fell open like a dead fish. Opulent. Resplendent. So far over the top that I was afraid of falling. That was my first impression of the count's ancestral home. Gilt mirrors lined the main hall, reflecting light from chandeliers and candelabra. White marble floors gave the illusion of walking on clouds.
Then I caught sight of myself in a mirror and scowled. Black, military-issue fatigues—that had been Marco's—heavy boots, and hair that hadn't seen a brush in days certainly didn't seem an appropriate wardrobe in such a house.
Arms wrapped around me and I jumped. Aramis kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "I know what you're thinking, babe. And you look fine. Everyone else is wearing the same thing."
I leaned my head back against his shoulder. "But they all look great. I look like I'm playing dress-up. These pants are a foot too long and your butler had to add a notch to the belt because it wasn't tight enough to hold them up. Just answer me this. How old was Marco when he wore these?"
"I don't know. Middle school maybe?"
"That's it. I'm a shrimp and now I'm stuck like this literally forever."
Aramis' eyes flashed white as he spoke into my mind, "I love the size you are. That way, when I have you on your hands and knees, and I'm buried balls-deep inside that perfect, little ass of yours, I can still reach around to kiss you."
"You're evil," I said, as I discreetly adjusted my pants.
"Come on, the count wants to introduce you to everyone."
We went into the ballroom, which was even more decadent than the hall. I shook my head and tried to ignore the surroundings. I had more important things on my mind. Namely, the count calling me to come up in front of everyone. Remembering Aurelia's warning about doing whatever the count said, I went to stand next to him.
"This is Eliot Berenz. One of two new members of the Ambrogi Clan, and the mate of Aramis." Everyone clapped and smiled, and I was suddenly much less nervous. He continued, "Now to why I have called you all here. Eliot's father, a human named John Berenz is being held by the Viscount Fumaro Corleanni. However, my disgraced brother has also another hostage."
"Who?" someone called out.
"Lilianna Becker," he replied.
Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd. Another young vampire said, "But Becker is a Belanni, and in league with Fumaro. Why should we help them?"
Everyone chattered and nodded their agreement, until the count growled fiercely. "Enough! Blake Becker is now the mate of Epifanio Ambrogi. Very courageously, he came forward with information that Lukas Becker had destroyed his son, Galen, because of his homosexuality. When Lilianna Becker overheard her husband and Fumaro talking of the murder, she ran from the house—at great personal risk—and brought her evidence to me, at the Ambrogi home."
"I can't believe it," one vampire exclaimed. "How could your brother think he could get away with this?"
The count raised an eyebrow and said, "My brother is too confident and has a low opinion of humans. For that reason, he most certainly wouldn't expect me to call up every vampire in Europe to storm his villa."
I was shocked. "Everyone?"
The count smiled. "Everyone. Don’t worry, young Eliot. We will get your father back."
"Thank you. But how many vampires will be at Fumaro's house?"
Aristes said, "According to our intel, about one hundred and fifty. We have two hundred and forty-one vampires here."
I was suddenly worried again. "Are you sure we'll have enough?"
"Oh yes," Aristes said, "because we have something that Fumaro doesn't."
"What?" I asked.
A low growl came from the count. I turned to see his eyes glowing red, and his nails extending into dark claws. I'd seen the display before, but it was still awe-inspiring. What I saw next, however, stunned me to my core. The count raised his arms slowly and his whole body began to rise from the floor.
"Oh, shit!" I cried, and hurried back to Aramis' side.
He told me, "Watch this. It's so awesome what he can do."
While in mid-air, the count pointed his finger at an unlit candelabra on the mantel. All five candles lit at once. With another sweep of his hand, one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room exploded into millions of shards.
"Not again," the countess moaned. "Every time he has to show off, he breaks the window."
The count flew—I had no other word to describe it—to his wife and kissed her cheek. Then he turned to me and winked. "Perhaps there's a little magic in me after all."
I stepped inside and my mouth fell open like a dead fish. Opulent. Resplendent. So far over the top that I was afraid of falling. That was my first impression of the count's ancestral home. Gilt mirrors lined the main hall, reflecting light from chandeliers and candelabra. White marble floors gave the illusion of walking on clouds.
Then I caught sight of myself in a mirror and scowled. Black, military-issue fatigues—that had been Marco's—heavy boots, and hair that hadn't seen a brush in days certainly didn't seem an appropriate wardrobe in such a house.
Arms wrapped around me and I jumped. Aramis kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "I know what you're thinking, babe. And you look fine. Everyone else is wearing the same thing."
I leaned my head back against his shoulder. "But they all look great. I look like I'm playing dress-up. These pants are a foot too long and your butler had to add a notch to the belt because it wasn't tight enough to hold them up. Just answer me this. How old was Marco when he wore these?"
"I don't know. Middle school maybe?"
"That's it. I'm a shrimp and now I'm stuck like this literally forever."
Aramis' eyes flashed white as he spoke into my mind, "I love the size you are. That way, when I have you on your hands and knees, and I'm buried balls-deep inside that perfect, little ass of yours, I can still reach around to kiss you."
"You're evil," I said, as I discreetly adjusted my pants.
"Come on, the count wants to introduce you to everyone."
We went into the ballroom, which was even more decadent than the hall. I shook my head and tried to ignore the surroundings. I had more important things on my mind. Namely, the count calling me to come up in front of everyone. Remembering Aurelia's warning about doing whatever the count said, I went to stand next to him.
"This is Eliot Berenz. One of two new members of the Ambrogi Clan, and the mate of Aramis." Everyone clapped and smiled, and I was suddenly much less nervous. He continued, "Now to why I have called you all here. Eliot's father, a human named John Berenz is being held by the Viscount Fumaro Corleanni. However, my disgraced brother has also another hostage."
"Who?" someone called out.
"Lilianna Becker," he replied.
Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd. Another young vampire said, "But Becker is a Belanni, and in league with Fumaro. Why should we help them?"
Everyone chattered and nodded their agreement, until the count growled fiercely. "Enough! Blake Becker is now the mate of Epifanio Ambrogi. Very courageously, he came forward with information that Lukas Becker had destroyed his son, Galen, because of his homosexuality. When Lilianna Becker overheard her husband and Fumaro talking of the murder, she ran from the house—at great personal risk—and brought her evidence to me, at the Ambrogi home."
"I can't believe it," one vampire exclaimed. "How could your brother think he could get away with this?"
The count raised an eyebrow and said, "My brother is too confident and has a low opinion of humans. For that reason, he most certainly wouldn't expect me to call up every vampire in Europe to storm his villa."
I was shocked. "Everyone?"
The count smiled. "Everyone. Don’t worry, young Eliot. We will get your father back."
"Thank you. But how many vampires will be at Fumaro's house?"
Aristes said, "According to our intel, about one hundred and fifty. We have two hundred and forty-one vampires here."
I was suddenly worried again. "Are you sure we'll have enough?"
"Oh yes," Aristes said, "because we have something that Fumaro doesn't."
"What?" I asked.
A low growl came from the count. I turned to see his eyes glowing red, and his nails extending into dark claws. I'd seen the display before, but it was still awe-inspiring. What I saw next, however, stunned me to my core. The count raised his arms slowly and his whole body began to rise from the floor.
"Oh, shit!" I cried, and hurried back to Aramis' side.
He told me, "Watch this. It's so awesome what he can do."
While in mid-air, the count pointed his finger at an unlit candelabra on the mantel. All five candles lit at once. With another sweep of his hand, one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room exploded into millions of shards.
"Not again," the countess moaned. "Every time he has to show off, he breaks the window."
The count flew—I had no other word to describe it—to his wife and kissed her cheek. Then he turned to me and winked. "Perhaps there's a little magic in me after all."
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John decided to keep the status quo by apologizing to Lena and dragging her into a broom closet for a quick fuck-and-feed. As he drove his cock into her, he pictured Benita's tall, graceful form under him, her long hair wrapped around his fist while he took her from behind. It was the only way to keep his dick hard enough. Just before he came, he bit down on Lena's shoulder and drank.
"Yes! Take my blood!" Lena cried as her mate's seed pulsed into her. She mumbled, "I love you, John. I hope we have a baby soon."
That stopped John dead in his tracks. He was not about to have a baby with Lena. He already had a son. He had Eliot.
To be continued...
"Yes! Take my blood!" Lena cried as her mate's seed pulsed into her. She mumbled, "I love you, John. I hope we have a baby soon."
That stopped John dead in his tracks. He was not about to have a baby with Lena. He already had a son. He had Eliot.
To be continued...
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