Wednesday Briefs - Boys of Belsmeade 14

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THE BOYS OF BELSMEADE

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Chapter Fourteen

"What the fuck, Air? You could have killed us!" The absurdity of the exclamation hit me just seconds after I'd said it. Aramis laughed loudly and I glared. "Asshole. You know what I meant. Will you please slow down?"

"Anything for you," he replied, slowing to fifty miles an hour. "I think this is the slowest I've ever driven in this car."

"A hundred-thousand-dollar fucking car," I mumbled.

"No room for fucking in here, I'm afraid. Why don't you get some sleep? I promise, no more speeding until the highway." He turned on the radio to a quiet techno track.

"Just don't blame me if I throw up." The hum of the engine and the trance-like song lulled me to sleep.

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I woke when the car slowed. A high stone wall was pierced by an elaborate iron gate, which opened just before we turned in. The estate was big—enormous; it dwarfed any other home I'd ever been too. Manicured lawns were embellished with elaborate fountains and topiaries. Two girls on horseback headed in our direction. Aramis stopped and put his window down.

"Hey, guys!" one of the girls called out. They dismounted and leaned in the car window. Both were stunningly beautiful, with deep brown hair and olive skin. Although they shared facial features with Aramis, their coloring was exactly opposite of my mate.

"Careful of the paint," Aramis scolded, pushing his sister's arm off the car.

She rolled her eyes and thrust her hand into the car. Her elbow smacked Aramis in the face and she chuckled, "I'm Lucia."

I shook her hand and replied, "Eliot. Nice to meet you."

The other girl said, "I'm Blanca, and Mom's waiting for you, along with the entire family and staff. Be prepared to be smothered."

"Oh, God," I whispered. "Can't I just sneak in the back door?"

Blanca laughed sweetly. "She'd just come and find you."

Aramis patted my knee. "Come on, baby. You'll be fine. Trust me, I don't plan on spending much time with them. I want to go to my room, make you kneel before me and—"

"Don't you dare!" I barked. "I refuse to do this with a huge bulge in my pants."

He looked contrite. "I'll behave, promise. Here we go."

The house loomed up before us: a three-story Tudor-style behemoth, designed to impress. And I was certainly impressed. I climbed out of the car and stared in awe at the line of people waiting to greet me.

Aristes stepped forward. "Welcome, Eliot. May I present my wife, Aurelia."

The tall, stunning woman had Aramis' pale skin and blond hair, but her gold locks tumbled down her back in loose waves. The clothes were definitely designer, but modest and tasteful. She had an incredible body, but she didn't flaunt it.

I put my hand out to shake hers, but she pulled me into a hug. "Oh, my dear Eliot! You've made my baby so happy. We all hope that you think of this as your home now."

She giggled and squeezed me tighter. Unfortunately, my face was level with her generous bust, and I was trapped. Her spicy perfume went up my nose and made me cough.

"God, mom, let him go," Aramis said with a groan.

Aurelia released my body, but held my face in her hands. "But, Air. He's just so cute!"

My cheeks were squashed together and my mouth resembled that of a goldfish. She cooed at me like I was an infant, so I turned my eyes to Aristes. He saw my helpless gaze and put a hand on his wife's arm.

"That's quite enough, darling. He is our son's mate, not a Spaniel."

Aramis' mother bit her lip and looked sheepish. "Right. Sorry. Well, let's meet the rest of the family, shall we? From oldest to youngest, we have Marco—"

"Polo!" someone shouted.

All of the children, except Marco, chuckled and giggled. I had to admit it was pretty funny. Aristes marched down to the boy who'd made the joke and swatted him on the back of the head. Mrs. Ambrogi sighed. "Well, we have Marco… " She paused, as if daring anyone to say anything. When no one spoke, she continued, "Raniero, Giovanni, Beatricia, Epifanio, Lucia, and Blanca."

They stared at me expectantly while I tried to digest all seven names. Aramis took my hand and said, "Just call them Mark, Nero, Gio, Bea, Epp, Chia and… well Blanca is just Blanca."

"Hey!" Blanca protested. She huffed and crossed her arms.

"O, mia bella!" Mrs. Ambrogi cooed. She put an arm around the pouting girl and whispered reassurances. "Of course you are much more than that, my angel."

Aramis definitely wasn't kidding when he said their parents spoiled them. I was about to be introduced to the staff when a car came up the driveway. A tall, blond, absolutely furious vampire threw open the back door and growled.

"Ambrogi!" he cried. "I demand you release my son!"

Aristes didn't flinch. "I will not. Blake is to be transferred into council custody as soon as it can be arranged."

Mr. Becker shook with rage. He set his red eyes on Aramis and bared his fangs. "You!" he sneered. "You're the one who brought all of this about by fucking that human mongrel."

Aramis roared, but I put my hand out to stop him. "No, Aramis."

A sickening sneer spread over Becker's face. "Have they told you about your father, Eliot?"

"My father?" I breathed.

"Yes, your father. Drugged. Tied to a bed. You see, he's gone insane."

"What?" I gasped and fell back against Aramis. My heart seized. The blood in my body ran cold. That's what had been bothering me this whole time: my dad. I had forgotten all about him. I'd hurt him? He was crazy? What had I done?

My tormentor didn't relent. "Wouldn't you go insane if your son became a vampire and tried to kill you?"

Mr. Ambrogi howled in anger and leapt over my head. He landed in front of Becker and bared his fangs. "Get off my land and don't come back. The treaty is null from this day forward. If you or your clan enter my property or approach my family anywhere or at any time, I will kill you."

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Wednesday Briefs - Boys of Belsmeade 13

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Chapter Thirteen

I peeked out from under the blanket to see my mate's face grow dark. Aramis growled quietly. "Tell Father I'll come as soon as possible. Bring my car around."

Antonio left and I threw a pillow at Aramis. He looked at me with that annoying, spine-melting grin of his and asked, "What was that for?"

"I was naked! And you're naked! Don't you care that he saw us and knows what we were doing?"

"Hate to break the news to you, but everyone in the building knows what we were doing."

"Oh my God," I groaned.

Aramis ripped the bedclothes off me and sighed. "I can't believe I have you. I love you so much, Eliot."

"There you go again. How can I be pissed off at you if you're so damn sexy and romantic like that?"

"Remind me that the next time I piss you off. Come on. Time to get up."

"Ass," I laughed. I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

I heard a whistle behind me. "Oh fuck, what a view! Maybe a quickie in the shower?"

"Don't we have to go to your dad's?"

"Yeah. You're right. But when all this is done, I am going to fuck you eighty-five ways to Friday and back again." He kissed my index finger, then sucked it into his mouth.

How could I reply to that? I pulled out of his grip and shut the bathroom door. A cold shower did nothing to ease my erection, and then I realized that the water didn't feel cold to me at all. Damned vampire shit. This ramped-up libido of mine could prove disastrous. I dried off and once again marveled at my new, sculpted physique. The muscles were firm and smooth under my fingers and I shook my head in disbelief. The door opened and Aramis caught me checking myself out in the mirror.

"Hey, gorgeous. Only I get to finger the merchandise." He stood behind me and slid a finger down the crack in my ass.

My dick was still hard, and I scowled at him. "Don't! I'm horny enough as it is."

Aramis' eyes blazed and he spoke into my head. "Spread your legs."

I immediately complied and was rewarded when two fingers slid into me. He spread me quickly and wrapped his other hand around my cock. I was incapable of speech as he had his way with me. When his fingers curled and touched my prostate, he sank his fangs into my neck.

"Aramis!" I cried, coming all over the sink and mirror.

He licked my neck and chuckled. Without breaking eye contact with me, he used a finger to wipe the jizz off the mirror. I gasped when he sucked the finger into his mouth. "You're quite the comer now, aren't you?"

"Wuh—" was all I could utter.

"I'm going to take a quick shower. I had my sisters go shopping for you, since your clothes were ruined."

"Ruined how? What sisters?"

"First question: stained with blood. Second question: my three older female siblings. They can't wait to meet you. I also have four older brothers, who can't wait to tease us mercilessly."

"Seven siblings?"

"Yes. I'm the baby. My mother is ecstatic about my mating and can't wait to fawn over you like a puppy, so be prepared."

"And your dad? I met him, right? Isn't he pissed about me?"

Aramis wrapped his arms around me. "Baby, he'll love you. As forbidding as he may seem to others, he's a dedicated father who gives us everything we could ever want and more."

"But, we're… gay," I whispered.

"Yes, and he's okay with that. He just wants me to be happy. But he won't be too thrilled if we don't get over there soon, so go get dressed. Love you."

As he talked about his father, something in the back of my mind was bothering me, but I couldn't remember what it was. I shrugged it off and looked at the pile of designer clothes on the dresser. I shook my head and pulled on the outift. I'd always considered myself well-dressed, but now I was really stylish.

Aramis came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. "Damn, babe. I'll have to have my sisters dress you all the time. Ready to go?"

"Now or never."

As we left the clinic, I felt everyone's eyes on me. Aramis whispered, "They're just curious. Not many newborn vampires around."

Parked outside was a gleaming, red Jaguar coupe. My mouth dropped open. "Holy shit! An XKR?"

"Yup. She's my baby. Well… she was. Now you are."

A man in a black suit climbed out of the driver's door and nodded. "Evening, sir," he said to Aramis. He then walked around and held my door open. I climbed in and sank into the sumptuous leather seat, giddy with the experience of sitting in a Jag, let alone having a boyfriend who owned one.

"Thanks, Paul," Aramis said. My door shut and the car roared to life. He looked at me and seductively licked his fangs. "You feel that purr between your legs?"

I glared at him. "Can I please not show up to your parents' house with a hard-on?"

"Sorry," he said, but I knew he wasn't. He turned a knob between the seats to put it in gear and stomped his foot on the gas. The car shot forward and I was thrown back into the seat like an astronaut after launch.

"Holy fuck!" I yelped as my mate turned out onto the street without slowing to see if anyone was coming. I heard a few horns honking, but we were going so fast that they barely registered. I looked at the speedometer and said, "Isn't it a touch illegal to be going down Boylston at seventy-five miles an hour?"

"Probably."

I saw that we were headed west from Brookline, and said timidly, "Um… I thought your parents lived north of the city."

"They do." We suddenly cut across two lanes of traffic to get into the left lane. As we approached the intersection, the light turned yellow. A car stopped ahead of us, but my insane boyfriend didn't slow. At the last minute, Aramis cut right, went around the stopped car, made an illegal U-turn, and then sped east toward the city.

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Wednesday Briefs - Boys of Belsmeade 12

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Chapter Twelve

"Lay back and spread your legs," Aramis said.

I reclined and pushed my legs outward as though I was making a snow angel with the sheets. My body was rigid and my voice shook. "Like this?"

He looked nervous. "If you want me to, I can… make you more comfortable."

"With lube or something?" I asked.

His eyes flashed silver and he held my gaze. Though his mouth never opened, I heard his voice in my head. "Just listen to my voice and concentrate on how I'm going to make you feel. Trust me, babe."

"Okay," I whispered. I was transfixed. The scent of him, mixed with the seductive words, turned me into a ball of hypersensitive goo.

Aramis smiled sinfully and rubbed my ankle. "Watch and tell me where I'm touching you."

My eyebrows drew together. "You're touching my ank—" A sudden spasm of sensation shot through my groin as something ghosted over my opening. Incredulously, I stared at Aramis' hands rubbing my calf. If both of his hands were there, what the fuck was touching my ass? The phantom finger circled my hole again and I choked.

"Where am I touching you?" Aramis purred into my head.

"My… my ass," I hissed. The finger was suddenly more aggressive, and the tip pushed into me. Once again, my eyes were drawn to Aramis' hands on my leg.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"God, yes!" I cried as something began to massage my prostate. "Oh fuck! How are you doing that?"

"With my thoughts, love. I'm showing you what you desire. You want me to make love to you. You want my cock thrusting into your body, over and over, harder and harder. You want to belong to me."

Every word he spoke sparked intense feelings in my body. I grasped behind my knees and exposed myself for my mate's pleasure.

"Very good," he said. "Keep watching."

With agonizing slowness, Aramis drew his fingers along the backs of my thighs until they reached the cleft of my ass. He sucked one of his fingers into his mouth and I groaned.

"Please, Aramis," I begged. "Now."

He chuckled and spoke aloud. "As you wish, my mate." His glistening finger pushed into me and I was amazed to feel no pain. There was a strange fullness, but no stinging like I had expected. I mumbled incoherently, pleading for more, and was rewarded when Aramis added another finger.

"Oh hell, yes!" I yelled. "Fuck me, Aramis."

When he withdrew his fingers, my ass felt weird and empty, but that didn't last. Aramis rose up on his knees and lined the head of his cock with my hole. With a gentle push, he slid into me.

"Beautiful Eliot," he sighed. "You are so incredible. Nothing has ever felt like this."

My legs wrapped around his waist and I tried to pull my mate closer. The coarse hair around his dick tickled me and my stretched muscle tightened around him. He reacted by pulling out of me slowly, and then thrusting all the way in.

"Oh my fuck," I breathed. "More. Give me more."

Aramis set a relentless pace of fucking that made me insane with lust. I drew his head down and kissed him hard, our tongues fighting for dominance while we panted with exertion. My orgasm was building fast and I jacked my cock. Aramis' hand covered mine and the pressure increased.

"Eliot," he said between thrusts. "I need… to claim you. Your blood. I have to have it now. I can't hold out any longer."

His lips drew back to reveal razor-sharp fangs descending. Strong fingers wrapped themselves in my hair and my head was forced to the side. Through all this, Aramis' thrusting never faltered. The slap of our bodies as we joined echoed in my head and my blood pulsed in my ears.

"Take me," I told him. "I'm your mate. Let me feed you."

"Yes!" he cried out. He drove his fangs into my throat, slicing through skin, fat and muscle, until he pierced my artery. I shrieked in pain and pleasure, relishing the feel of his lips on me, the hard tug on my skin as he sucked, the wet glide of his tongue as he drew more and more of my precious blood into his mouth. He gulped audibly and groaned with satisfaction. The vibration of his mouth tipped me over the edge and I came with a shout. My ass clamped down on my mate's cock and he reared back.

I gasped. Blood covered his chin and dripped onto his chest as he roared through his orgasm. As he rocked into me, enjoying the last throes of ecstasy, he closed his eyes and smiled. He drew his hand through the hair on his chest and up over his neck, smearing the blood into his skin. When he reached his mouth, he licked his fingers like a cat, growling quietly.

My mate was bathing in my blood. I should have been disgusted, but I wasn't. I should have been terrified, but I wasn't. I had never been so sickened, yet so turned on in my entire life. Aramis slipped carefully out of me and leaned down to close the wound on my neck with his tongue. Then he rolled onto his back and took my arm, pulling me onto his chest.

"Sorry I got carried away," he said quietly. "You just tasted so damn good. A mate's blood is the most powerful substance known to vampires. It will call to me now, as mine will call to you. Our hearts, minds and bodies are connected. Your pain will be my pain, and your happiness will be mine. Now that your blood runs through me, we're together forever."

After such a moving speech, I wanted to jump him again right there, but we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Wait," Aramis called out. He went into the bathroom and quickly washed the blood off. "Yes, what is it?"

The door opened and I gasped in shock. I hid under the covers and cursed. Someone came in and cleared their throat. "I'm sorry, sir, but you must come back to the estate at once."

"Antonio," Aramis barked. "I am enjoying my newborn mate. I suggest you walk out of here while you still can."

"But sir, we've located the vampire that stole your phone."

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Wednesday Briefs - Boys of Belsmeade 11

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Chapter Eleven

"Oh fuck," Aramis sighed. He writhed on the bed and I followed, keeping my hands on his dick. It was too good. The flavor of him, the scent of his arousal, it made me ache with need. Clear, sweet fluid coated the head and I dove at him for another taste.

Kissing my way down his length, I murmured, "Mmm. So good. You taste so good." My saliva slicked his cock and I pumped him hard.

"Jesus, Eliot. I'm gonna come. You better move."

He pushed against my shoulder and I let out a growl so harsh that I frightened myself. I sat back and blinked at him. "I'm sorry, Aramis. It just… I can't help it. Make it better. I'm so hard it hurts. Please fuck me."

Aramis groaned. Gripping my ass with strong fingers, he turned me around so I faced his feet. Then he pushed my head down and pulled my hips back toward his face. I had an idea of what he was about to do, but I wasn't sure how it would feel. When Aramis parted my cheeks and went straight for my tight hole, I howled with pleasure. I'd fingered myself before, but nothing could've prepared me for the experience of having a hot, wet tongue trying to worm its way inside me.

"Holy shit!" I yelled, fisting the sheets in my fingers. "Ara… Air… Oh my God, don't stop."

I heard a chuckle come from behind me and gasped when the palm of his hand rubbed gently against my balls. He lifted and rolled them, tugged and squeezed, until I thought I was going mad. When I was on the brink of orgasm, he abruptly let go. I growled and tried to push back against him, but his hand on my ass held me firmly. To placate me, he lifted his own cock off his stomach, rubbing it against my lips. I was wild with desire, and had no clue how he was so coordinated to be doing so many things at once.

"Suck me, babe," he whispered. I wasn't sure what to do. I'd never sucked a dick before. When I didn't move, he said, "Come on, buttercup, I don't have all night."

"What?" I asked.

"That sounded much better in my head," he laughed. I cracked up, rolling off him and curling into a ball, cackling. But suddenly, Aramis wasn't laughing, and fisted his hand in my air. The look of lust on his face sobered me instantly. He once again drew my hips toward his face, forced my head toward his crotch and commanded, "Get your mouth on me. Now."

That time, I didn't hesitate to comply, forcing the tip of my tongue into his slit. His back arched off the bed and the breath rushed out of his lungs. While he panted and moaned below me, I swallowed him, burying my nose in the blond hair at the base of his dick. I didn't know how I had done it, since I'd never really sucked a cock before, but I quickly discovered that not needing to breathe would make it much more enjoyable. I slowly withdrew, then took him again, not needing to stop and take breaths in between. Aramis definitely was enjoying it, since the pressure of his fingers on my hips was getting stronger and stronger.

His willpower finally caved, and he lifted me off his body. I was completely astonished. He had one hand under my stomach and was holding me like I was a piece of paper. My super-human strength allowed me to remain horizontal, like a plank. It was so surreal. A peal of laughter echoed from me and Aramis smiled.

"What's up, baby?" he asked in a husky voice.

"Just marveling at my abs," I answered. "How the hell am I doing this?"

"For the same reason I'm holding you like this. I could hold you with one finger if I wanted to, but it's hard to balance you. Our strength is significantly greater than a human's, and your body has evolved into a perfectly designed machine. I can't wait to feel what your ass muscles are going to do to my dick."

That statement made my glutes clench, and a string of precome leaked from my dick onto Aramis' chest. He wiped it up with his finger and sucked it into his mouth. With a wicked smile, he said. "Fuck, you taste good. Speaking of which…"

Before I could blink, he spun my body around and sat me down to kneel with my legs on either side of his head and my ass on his chest. Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped his fingers around my cock and pulled it into his mouth.
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"Aramis!" I cried. I put one hand on the wall behind the bed and thrust my hips forward, fucking my cock into his throat. He chuckled around my shaft, encouraging me to keep going, until I felt his finger graze my hole.

I froze. I knew it was going to hurt the first time we made love, and I'd tried to tell myself it wouldn't be bad, but I was afraid of the pain. Aramis could tell what I was thinking. He pulled off my dick and wrapped his fingers in my hair. Tugging me down for a gentle kiss, he assured me, "It's okay, baby. It's different when you're one of us. Our bodies don't react to pain the same way. Just relax."

He put a finger to my lips and said, "Suck it. Get it nice and wet for me."

That simple command made my dick throb and my fangs lengthen. I fellated his finger, knowing where it was going, and helplessly aroused by the thought of it. My fangs nicked his skin, but didn't draw blood. The sudden thought of blood drove me crazy and I tried to bite him again.

He snatched his finger back and warned, "Eliot, you've taken about all I can give, baby. Take any more and I won't be up to fucking you, possibly for quite some time. So just control it, okay? Fight against the urge to feed and concentrate on making love to me."

I growled softly, but nodded. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Trust me, there's nothing in the world that feels as good as feeding you my blood. Well, nothing but making love to you, and I don't think I can wait anymore."

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