Jaden

Here you go, Chapter 44!
I like to thank you all for your patience and your lovely reviews, believe me I read them all and cherished your thoughts. I do not speak or write French I used the internet to translate what I wanted so I hope I have not offended anyone with my poor knowledge of the language. Translation provided in the end.
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Chapter 44

PUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

There is nothing like a nice hot bubbly bubble bath to wash away the tension along with the dirt on Jaden’s body. He let out a soft moan of pleasure as he slipped deeper into the water letting the bubbles tickle his nose.
However, as much as he enjoyed this quiet moment for himself, it made him miss Marcus even more. How easily he became accustomed to his mate’s loving care, he missed his big strong hands as they smoothed over his skin not only to clean him, but it was an excellent excuse to touch him.

Those hands, hot with the soapy water would slowly travel over his body. Lovingly caressing his skin, Marcus’s warm tender lips followed closely behind kissing him and nipping his tender flesh. A luxurious bath they both enjoyed sharing with one another, and the promise of more pleasurable activities to end the evening with.

And just thinking about it made Jaden sigh, he hated being apart from Marcus. “Damn, I miss him so much.” He whispered to no one in the room, he felt entitled to feel a little sorry for himself.

They landed in Paris in record time; it took no more than an hour round trip. At the speed they were going as they started to head down towards the earth, Jaden was certain that Micah would crash into the ground. Believing their bodies would be destroyed with the impact, instead the landing was uneventful.

At the last minute Micah turned them around and he landed with the lightest touch as his feet made contact with the soft ground in the middle of a park in Paris. Jaden’s breathing made more noise, and when he was released from the leather harness he fell on the grass laughing.

He absolutely loved it, and he wanted to fly with Micah again. No matter how much it scared him, the ride was indeed thrilling.

The brothers escorted Jaden and Adrian to a safe location so that they can feed properly. Once their hunger had been sated, they were then taken to the safety of Master Helene’s home. It was there the brothers said their farewells and quickly returned to Philippe’s island.

The home of Master Helene is located in the heart of Paris, an exclusive hotel sought after by prominent VIPs of the world. It was the world’s best kept secret, word of mouth made the hotel noticeable and no travel agency is allowed to advertise it.

Jaden had a hard time keeping his mouth closed; he felt so out of place walking into the quaint yet understated opulence of the hotel’s décor. It was clear money breathed within these walls minus the arrogance that usually followed.

For Jaden it was like stepping back into time, the hotel was built in the 12th century and Master Helene and her house has maintained the beauty and durability of the building. Outside the look is simple and unobtrusive; the dark wooden doors with stained glass windows depicted various colors of roses.

Past the threshold of L’Hotel est Monte` (The Hotel Rose) and into the lobby Jaden felt like he stepped into a country french rose garden. It was not over bearing it was in fact quite understated and beautiful. Jaden did not know you keep live roses in the winter.

With the décor of multiple colored roses the walls, floors and furniture were in solid earthy colors. Which blended beautifully giving the entire lobby a warm welcome feeling, Jaden wished he was dressed in his new suit and he kept adjusting the clothes he had on now.

A pretty red haired hostess greeted them and she recognized Adrian immediately; she wasted no time and escorted them to a private office past the concierge’s desk. Jaden sensed vampire in her and was quite proud that he could gauge her age; a little over one hundred years old. At that age she is still considered a fledging vampire.

“So good to see you again Seigneur Adrian.” She smiled shyly and bowed her head towards Jaden.

“Seigneur Jaden, I am Lisette and very honored to meet you. Maitre Helene has been expecting you.” and as an afterthought she added. “Many good blessings on your blood bond Seigneur Jaden.”

Jaden looked a little confused and looked at Adrian.

“Seigneur is Lord, Maitre is Master.” Adrian explained.

“Oh, ah thank you very much.” Jaden said and smiled at the pretty redhead.

It occurred to Jaden that most of the employees of the hotel are vampires and some other creatures that he really could not put a finger on.

Lisette softly knocked on the door and waited to be allowed to enter; instead a handsome man in his early forties opened the door. He smiled broadly when he saw Adrian, and he opened his arms wide to welcome him in.

“Accueille Adrian! si bon pour vous voir de nouveau.”

Jaden watched as the two men greeted each other, he noticed that it was more intimate then meeting a good friend. He got family from them and that idea surprised him because the man, who of course is taller than both of them, is human.

He wished he could understand them, they spoke in French and he had no idea what was being said. But he could see that Adrian was excited to see him and smiled as they hugged each other and kissed each other on both cheeks. He wondered if all French people did that.

Their words flew back and forth and then Adrian looked at Jaden.

“Jaden I am so sorry, I lost myself there for a moment. It is always wonderful to see family again.” Adrian said as he apologized to him.

Jaden looked at the man, tall with light brown hair and warm brown eyes. His smile was actually very welcoming as he looked back at Jaden. But Jaden did not get family as in blood relation and wondered what Adrian meant by that remark.

He was about to ask when the air around them became thicker and Jaden just knew a master vampire was approaching them. He turned to see a beautiful yes you guessed it tall woman walk towards them. Her ice blue eyes filled with mirth as she quickly walked over to Adrian and gave him a big hug.

She was thrilled to see Adrian and her hearty laugh filled the room as they all stepped back into the private office. The French and English spoken rapidly as they all tried to talk at the same time, Jaden almost laughed at them as he realized how much they missed each other as they tried to catch up on current events within a few minutes.

Jaden could not help but admire the female vampire; to say she is beautiful is an understatement. Her long golden blonde hair hung beautifully down her back in soft waves, her ice blue eyes smiled warmly at him. The room became quiet as it appeared that Adrian was introducing him to them. He caught his and Marcus’s name and heard him say Helene as he continued to talk.

She turned towards Jaden her soft hands cupped his face and looked into his eyes, her ice blue eyes smiled down at him as she spoke softly.

“Adrian il est beau.” Knowing Jaden did not understand she repeated the last word. “Beautiful.”

There was something familiar as he looked at her, her beautiful body smartly dressed in a form fitting suit with a slim skirt and side slit showing off her long slender legs. The dark navy blue accentuated her eyes. She wore a tiny solitaire ice blue diamond on a thin gold chain adorning her throat and a simple gold band on her finger.

Perhaps on any other woman it made her look professional, but on Helene it made her more alluring and sexy. Her warm silky fingers caressed Jaden’s face and leaned in closer to kiss both of his cheeks. She spoke again, her voice warm, thick and sweet like molasses had Jaden in a trance.

Helene’s soft laughter brought him back and he blushed as she quickly peppered his face with soft kisses.

“Oh sweet Jaden, please forgive me yes?”

Jaden didn’t know what he had to forgive her for, but as far as he was concerned he would forgive her anything she wanted. He was not sexually drawn to her, but there was something there that made it so familiar. So familiar in fact he knew that he had nothing to fear from her.

He heard Adrian speak to him from behind as he introduced the human, Henri Mercier as Helene’s husband.

Now that was a twist, a human and a vampire married?

Jaden sank deeper into the warm soapy water and blew the bubbles away from his mouth. Meeting Helene and Henri Mercier turned out to be an education for him. He had forgotten about Victor’s human wife and the fact that they had children.

Their children had children and so on, for centuries the family bloodline never died out. And by the time it was all explained to the delight of Helene’s amusement. Jaden learned that Helene is Victor’s great great, great, granddaughter and of course Marcus is her favorite uncle.

He had lost count how many great, great granddaughter it truly was, but the bottom line is she is a descended of the Drakar` human bloodline, she was born and raised in France because her Greek father fell in love with a beautiful French woman.

It was only after she was turned and became involved with their kind did they find out that they are indeed family. Helene appointed herself as the family recorder; she searched the world over and found more relatives of the Drakar` family.

Helene kept tabs on all of them, and the human Drakars` would never know that they are protected by vampires.
Their human family is watched, but never interfered with, and have been left to live out their lives. The human family members are completely unaware that they work for the various businesses owned by the vampires.

In essence their livelihood and futures are well protected. Jaden learned that the Drakar` vampires placed a high value on life and they did not expose themselves to them. They never wanted to change or alter what the natural order of their lives was meant to take. They equally mourned the loss of a loved one and celebrated a new life created.

It all made Jaden wonder, is it because that they can live forever and compared to them the human’s lifespan is limited that the life of a human was more precious to them? In his mind he could relate to that. If Lizzie were alive today he would protect and cherish her life until the end.

He also learned that the vampires did indeed care for the life of an innocent, which is why they keep themselves secluded from the rest of the world. This practice has kept all life protected.

He enjoyed listening to his new family as they continued to talk over each other; he never experienced anything like it. They sat at the dining room table in the hotel’s penthouse overlooking the beautiful city with a view the Eiffel tower, Jaden stood on the balcony for endless minutes taking it all in.

“Beau” Jaden whispered, the one French word he did pick up.

Lisette served them small plates of fruits with cheese, some wine and of course hot chocolate for Jaden. He knew that Marcus and Victor are originally from Greece, Marcus had told him a little of his human past. But tonight he also learned that they were Spartan warriors and that they were more than just master vampires.

“Oh wow’” Jaden whispered, “Who knew an old man like Marcus could be so sexy hot!”

And realizing that Helene is indeed family there lays the familiarity, not just the resemblance that she inherited, her ice blue eyes and golden blonde hair. The sound of her voice so velvety soft much like the twins. She also inherited their height and gracious mannerisms.

As if Helene is the female version of the brothers, beautiful, sexy, powerful, but she also showed a tender caring side. Every now and then she would place her hand over her husband’s, the looks they gave each other clearly left no doubt as to their true feelings.

It was this familiarity that Jaden found comforting, to know that he is safe and welcomed. He learned tonight that he is loved by them all. And, he really did like them very much. Henri was actually funny and it surprised him that the human was very much at home.

Henri never looked intimated to be in a room full of vampires, he easily moved about the room and occasionally hugged Adrian like a little brother. He even liked it when Henri ruffled his hair and hugged him close.

No fear what so ever in the human’s eyes and he found himself responding to their playful affection so freely given. And he laughed every time Helene or Henri would call him uncle Jaden just to see his reaction. He really did enjoy their company and wished his mate was here to share it with him.

He was in fact via a cell phone.

As soon as the formal rules of introduction had been meant, Lisette returned with cell phones so that Adrian and Jaden could speak with their mates.

A lump caught in Jaden’s throat when he heard Marcus’s voice and he almost felt like crying. He forced it down so that Marcus would not worry, he could already hear the strain in his voice and he wanted to avoid adding to his already stressed out mate.

They talked for awhile reassuring each other that all is well now, Marcus promised him that when he awoke he will be there to greet him. Jaden could not wait, he wished Marcus could fly as fast as Micah and be in France before daylight ruled the world.

It was now that he was beginning to feel the demands of the blood bond, he wanted, no needed Marcus. He made Marcus promise to be there in private when he awoke, because he could not promise not to jump him the minute he saw him.

Marcus promised he would be there to wish him a very happy belated birthday, Jaden could not believe two days had come and gone. He frowned into the water and slapped the bubbles in anger.

“Fuckin ignoramus.” He hissed as bubbles and water splashed onto the stone floor. He sunk back in the tub as he stared up at the rock ceiling above. “Asshole is gonna pay for ruining my birthday plans.” Then he smiled to himself as he thought up a good payback punishment.

He closed his eyes and relaxed allowing the water and bubbles to caress his skin, he replayed the evening over and over in his mind and he was quite impressed with the way everyone already knew who he was without ever meeting him.

He learned from Adrian that before they left for church, Adrian had sent out an announcement of their blood bond. It was first sent to Marcus’s master, Lord Ami and his people took it from there to alert their kind.

It was really more of a warning Adrian told him, to try to keep any of their kind from doing anything stupid unless of course they wished to confront Master Marcus.

To Jaden it was a marriage announcement, only without the aggravation of putting the whole affair together. However the beautiful Helene was not about to let him get away with it, she insisted on doing just that.

“Oh no no, mon petit oncle, I will see to it that a proper introduction is done. Of course, only after this ugly affair is taken care of first.”

Jaden was about to protest, but at that time Lisette placed a luscious chocolate mousse birthday cake in front of him. It made his mouth water and his eyes watered, now more than ever he wished Lizzie was here with him to share this beautiful new family with her. And, he was missing Marcus big time.

They each shared a bite of the cake and saved the rest for when Marcus and Victor arrived, their host and hostess then stood up and escorted them to the caves below the surface of the Paris hotel. They were led to a private section of the caves; it was almost the same as the ones at home.

“Helene and I are sorry for not letting you refresh yourselves after your trip.” Henri smiled and reached for his wife’s hand as they walked on.

Helene turned towards Jaden and smiled, “But we are so excited to meet with you and wanted as much time as we could before you have to sleep.”

Jaden laughed softly as he rinsed himself clean and stepped out of the tub, he liked them very much and was very happy to spend time getting to know them.

He had just wrapped the warm cozy robe around him when he heard Adrian tapping on the stone wall as he came around and entered the bath area.

“Feeling better lovely?” Adrian asked as he stood at the entrance.

“Yeah much better……I …..” Jaden had looked down at Adrian’s slippers and broke out laughing the sight was so cute and funny and the same time.

“Pink bunny slippers? Aw that is so cuuute!” Now Jaden could hardly speak and kept on laughing.

As for Adrian he said nothing, he merely arched his eyebrow at him and waited for his little brother to get over his laughing fit and then he smiled when Jaden began to hiccup.

“Are we feeling better now lovely?”

Jaden took in a deep breath and nodded, he may have stopped laughing but his green eyes gave him away.
“Ahhh yeah, ok, I’m good. But those slippers, I mean they’re a riot.”

Adrian looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes in the warm fuzzy slippers, “True” he agreed.

“But I must admit they are so soft and warm, my toes are so pleased.”

Now that Jaden had stopped laughing and hiccupping he noticed that Adrian was holding something behind his back.

“I love bunny rabbits, and the slippers are a gift from Helene and Henri. Would you like to see what they got for you?”

Jaden’s eyes narrowed, “Hummm, I don’t know. Should I be afraid? I mean look at what they gave you.”

Adrian let out a soft chuckle and brought out the surprise he was hiding from him, Jaden at first could not make it out, but then he saw big eyes and floppy ears.

“What the heck is that?” he took a closer look and broke out laughing.

“Awww, for me? Gimme, gimme, gimme!”

Jaden reached out for the gift and put them on his feet and sighed, he had to agree with Adrian they are indeed very cozy and warm. His toes wiggled happily as he walked in the puppy slippers showing them off to his brother.

“You have to admit, they look sexier on me.”

Now it was Adrian’s turn to laugh.

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Asim Jabari stepped out of the bath; steam filled the room as he picked up a towel to wipe the mirror so that he could see his reflection. He never bothered with a towel to dry himself, he liked to air dry. His six foot, eight inch body stood proudly as he shook himself dry.

His tall powerful frame moved fluidly, the muscles in his long lean and firm body encased in dark chocolate silky skin. His body is perfect, not a flaw in his skin and his muscles suited him beautifully. His movements; catlike and silent.

His amber honey eyes looked in the mirror as he touched his face and smiled, he has lived for many centuries and he still did not need to shave. His big strong hands passed over his scalp as he wiped away the last remaining droplets of water.

And just like a cat he stretched his limps and back, it felt really good as he reached for the ceiling and stood on his toes to stretch out his body completely.

He walked out of the master bedroom and went into the kitchen in search of food, his mate sat at the counter sipping a cup of hot tea as he turned the page of a French magazine. His pale blue eyes slowly looked up as Cyrus admired Asim’s backside. Oh how he loved seeing the cute little dimples on each cheek as if it winked at him.

Asim took out a carton of milk and drank directly from it, emptying the carton and tossing it into the trash bin from across the kitchen. His mate Cyrus snorted in irritation behind him.

“Honestly Asim, must you prance around the house like that?”

Asim merely scratched his chest as he turned to look at Cyrus, casually leaning his rump up against the kitchen counter. His eyelids lazily opened and closed as he leaned back using his hands to rest on the counter’s edge giving his mate the full Monty.

Of course pale blue eyes could not resist drinking in the view of his mouth watering mate; he had to swallow back a purr that threatens to escape his throat. He just knew Asim would smell the arousal slowly building up within him.

Cyrus’s own butt cheeks squeezed at the memory of his recent lovemaking, his mate claimed him three times during the night and early this morning. Just thinking about it made his face flush hot, and he looked back down at the magazine pretending to read the words in an article.

A smile crept across Asim’s full lips as he moved to stand behind his mate, his big hands lifted the robe to expose creamy pale skin and he playfully slapped his perfectly firm buttocks. Cyrus’s skin marked easily and a large pink handprint slowly formed across both cheeks.

Cyrus did not react, it really didn’t hurt. But Asim lovingly caressed the sting from the slap and growled softly in his ear, “Since when does my nudity offend you?” he asked his voice low velvety smooth.

Cyrus chose instead to ignore that question, because he knew where it would lead. He ducked his head lower as if he was really interested in the magazine. His mate let out a soft chuckle and removed the robe from his body letting it fall on the floor.

“Asim, please I’m cold. In case you have not noticed it is winter.” Cyrus protested.

Asim ignored his mate and lifted him off the stool so that he could sit down and placed his naked mate on his lap. Cyrus’s eyes closed and he almost moaned feeling Asim’s large manhood spread his cheeks to nestle itself between his warm flesh.

One strong arm wrapped around his waist holding him in place and the other removed the tie in his hair letting silky blonde locks fall freely around his shoulders. Asim liked his hair long and Cyrus loved it when his mate would grab him by the hair, to tilt his head to the side and kiss his throat.

“For more than two hundred years now you should be accustomed to my body. You never complained when we are home.” Asim decided he rather lick his mate’s ear lobe and get food later.

Cyrus pulled his head away as far as he could and looked back at Asim, “Exactly! When we are home. However, we are not home now are we?”

Asim merely shrugged his shoulders; his hand slid from Cyrus’s waist to force his legs apart and cupped his groin. For such big hands they can be very gentle and loving. He wanted inside his mate and he was determined to have his way.

“Lift up Kitten.” He growled low in his ear.

Cyrus sighed dramatically and acted as if he was being taken advantage of, but he did as he was told. Holding onto the counter he lifted his ass and moaned when he felt his mate side into him. So hot, so big as he wiggled his ass to accommodate his mate’s demanding flesh forcing his legs to spread wider.

“Damn it Asim, you’re so hot.” Cyrus practically whimpered and he moved to push himself further down on his mate’s lap taking in more of him inside.

“All to keep my Kitten warm and cozy.” He purred.

“Warm and cozy, oh God yes! Cozy, warm” Cyrus could not speak anymore the only sounds he made were soft mewing and purring sounds from deep within his throat.

Cyrus was practically doing a hula dance on his mate’s lap, when suddenly two big strong hands grabbed his hips and held him still.

Pale blue eyes shot open and he stared ahead of himself, biting his lower lip he tried to move again. Now that he had his mate inside of him he might as well enjoy the ride. However, it appeared Asim was not going to let him have his way.

He actually whimpered and tried to move again, but Asim was not having it. Refusing to look at his mate he sat there, waiting. It was torturous to be like this, naked and the sexiest man is inside of him. Asim is a very talented lover and he smiled down at his stubborn little mate. He did nothing and the room became so quiet.

Cyrus almost cried out in pleasure when his mate’s cock wiggled inside of him, oh yes he is a talented bastard. He gritted his teeth and pressed his lips together, with a shaky hand he began to flip the pages of the magazine. He even picked up his tea cup and sipped his cold brew.

Asim smiled down at his mate, he hooked his feet on the bottom ring of the stool and then he leaned back which allowed his own hips to buck up into Cyrus. He kept doing it forcing his mate to jump up and down on his lap; to Asim his mate Cyrus looked so cute as he tried to ignore him.

Now Cyrus could not see the magazine, his whole world kept going up and down. He would like to be angry with him, but it felt so good. Once more he gritted his teeth and kept looking away, but in the end he had to give in. He loved his mate too much to pretend he was not there.

Oh how he loved feeling his mate’s movements, it rubbed his delicate insides and it kept hitting his prostate just right. Just as he was about to get back in the groove, Asim once again stopped. Asim leaned in closer and breathed warm air into his ear; his hand came up between his shoulder blades and slowly slid down to the crack of his ass.

It stayed there and tickled his skin.

It was too much stimulation and Cyrus had enough, either his mate was going to fuck him properly or not. He went blind with frustration and grabbed the tea cup; he sent it flying over the counter and it crashed into the kitchen sink.

“Really Asim? You must have a death wish. You appalling brute of a man, an ogre would have better manners! For the love of patience, why I put up with your foolish shenanigans is……”

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Asim growled loud in his ear, stopping him at mid sentence. If he growled like this at anyone else they would head for the hills and hide out. In the beginning Cyrus trembled in fear, but now that growl was comforting to him.

It let him know his mate is dominant, powerful, caring, loving and protective. Hearing his mate’s growl made him tremble for different reasons now. He reached up and pulled Asim’s head down and latched onto his lips begging entrance and when he got it, he almost sucked his tongue out.

He let Asim lift him up and turn him around so that they could face each other, Cyrus made sure his mate was buried back inside his body; he wasn’t ready to give up that contact yet. He wrapped his arms and legs around Asim’s body and rubbed his face into his chest, scent marking his mate.

Cyrus purred and whined into his mate’s chest as he kept rubbing himself against his body. Asim laughed softly and pulled his kitten back to look into his pale blue eyes. His Cyrus is so beautiful; he fell in love the minute he looked into those eyes.

He met Cyrus Matthews at the tender age of 20, a student of anthropology who was on an expedition with his professor and other class mates in Egypt. When those pale blue eyes looked at him his fate was sealed, Asim had no intention of ever letting him return to England.

Perhaps it was barbaric at the time, but Asim quietly went into the young man’s room and took him away. For years he kept him and took care of him, he changed him immediately but he never forced him to accept Asim as his mate until Cyrus was ready to accept him.

To Asim’s great pleasure the young man was pure, he had never been touched. Cyrus never knew or acknowledged that he was gay; imagine his surprise when he found out just how attracted he was to Asim.

Once mated and his future with Asim confirmed, Cyrus returned to England to see his family. He wanted to let them know that he was not dead; together they made up a story of how bandits kidnapped him and sold him as a slave and how Asim saved him.

The family accepted the story and was happy to know that the kidnappers were now in prison, what they could not accept was his choice of mate. He was expected to marry and have children and since Cyrus had no intention of doing that he was rejected and sent away.

Of course it was expected, but after a few years the family came around and slowly learned to love them both. After two hundred years, Cyrus is all that is left of his family.

Cyrus purred into the strong arms that held him, his mate gently petted his hair and caressed his back and legs. It calmed Cyrus’s nerves and made him feel cherished by his mate.

Cyrus was not very tall only 5 feet eight inches, his honey blonde hair grew long in thick waves. But it was his pale blue eyes that hooked Asim; the little petite man had his mate whipped. There was nothing in the world Asim would not do for him; to others of their kind he was considered a pain in the ass.

To Asim his mate is his life and he understood why Cyrus would be considered troublesome to others, Cyrus cared, he cared so deeply and he protected those he loved with a strong sense of commitment. He would come on strong, but Asim understood it and appreciated his loves concern.

Caressing his mate Asim leaned down and whispered into his ear, “Care to tell me what has you wound up tight?”

Cyrus shook his head in denial and whispered, “No”

Asim’s voice became deeper and he cupped his mate’s face to hold him still, forcing him to look up at him. “Cyrus”

Pale blue eyes widen, it was rare when he was addressed by his name. He had always been Kitten to Asim and he very much liked it. Not that he would ever admit to it. So Asim could growl harshly at him whenever he wanted to, but when he called him by his name. Cyrus knew that he has reached his limit and it was not wise to try his patience.

Cyrus pulled his mate’s hands away and buried his face into his neck; he licked his skin nervously and pressed himself tighter to Asim’s body. Asim smiled down at him and kissed the top of his head, his big hands passing over his back and resting on his pretty bottom. Fingers tapping gently as he waited patiently for his kitten to speak.

“Please alpha, don’t be angry with me. I’m sorry I never meant to be disrespectful.” Cyrus’s voice almost cracked at the end.

Asim rubbed his bottom harder, he loved feeling and caressing his mate’s firm ass. “Then please explain yourself.”

Cyrus flinched a little in his arms; his dominant mate was not about to let it go until it was settled.
He sighed deeply and took in a deep breath to steady himself; his mate growled his name out as a warning to not delay any further.

Asim almost felt bad when pale blue eyes looked up timidly at him, but he narrowed his eyes in a hard glare making his mate look away. Another time he can afford to be lenient with him, but for now he wanted him to say it and be done with it.

“What is the use Asim, you would not listen to me.”

“Cyrus”

Admitting defeat he let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine, well, I am, as you know I am….. Understand that I am merely expressing my concerns, my feelings mind you and in no way should it be construed as if I were taking a stand against you. ”

“Cyrus, my patience grows thinner by the minute.” Asim warned.

Cyrus wiggled his hips on Asim’s lap; he wasn’t trying to elicit anything sexual it was a nervous jitter on his part. His mate held his hips harder and he knew he would leave an angry mark on him, poor Cyrus yelped and whimpered at his mate.

“Do not move Cyrus, I may be many things. But I am a man and can only hold off for so long. Finish this now!”

Pale blue eyes watered and he shook his head in agreement, “I, I’m worried Asim. The vampires are being murdered again and you want to help them? Honestly Asim the one place not to be is being where the vampires are, it is too dangerous and if I lost you, I would, I would, damn it!”

Asim softened he had a feeling it was that, but in the last two hundred years he has gotten to know his mate well. And if Cyrus was not allowed to voice his opinion he would be much more difficult to deal with. And an unhappy kitten made for a bad time for everyone, especially Asim.

“There, there Kitten.” He cooed and hugged him closer, rubbing his back in slow smooth strokes. “Is that all?”

Cyrus growled in anger at his mate, but to hear it from him he sounded more like a little pissed off kitty cat hissing at him.

“What do you mean is that all? Of course that is all, is that not enough?” shaking a finger at his mate, “I swear Asim you really have a death wish.”

Asim did not laugh, but he could not hide the smile on his face. Really his mate could not pull off angry if his life depended on it. Cyrus was just too cute for that and he is a gentle soul. So the more he showed how angry he was the cuter he became.

Which in turn infuriated Cyrus to no end; he pointed a finger at his nose.

“Are you laughing at me? Don’t you dare! I mean it Asim, do NOT trivialize my concerns. I have just cause to feel the way I do.”

He pushed Asim away on his shoulders and kept ranting on.

“In fact I am so angry at this moment, I could. Well don’t think your cock is safe inside of me, why I will squeeze it to death!”

He lost it and let out a hearty laugh, Asim hugged his mate and held him still, “Of course not Kitten, I’m sorry if you thought that. But to be fair when you get like this, I cannot help it. You are too beautiful when you get angry. Besides, you really want to kill my cock?”

Cyrus slapped his arm and sighed in agitation, “Of course not you silly brute, you know I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you, Asim I love you.”

Asim brushed back the hair from his blue eyed mate and smiled; cupping his face with those big hands he leaned in and kissed his lips. Asim’s amber eyes filled with love and Cyrus trembled as a delightful chill ran down his spine.

“And I love you too my sweet little Kitten.” He spoke softly as he purred a kiss on his lips, making Cyrus moan in return.

Asim’s hand went back to exploring his mate’s body as he continued to speak.

“Kitten I want you to know that I do appreciate your concerns, if it were the other way around I would feel the same. But you know how hard I worked to get this alliance; it is an alliance that has served our kind very well as well as theirs. A strong friend ship has been forged from it.”

Cyrus nodded, but said nothing he knew how important the alliance is for all of them.

Asim hooked a finger under his chin lifting pale blue eyes to look at him.

“If we do nothing Kitten, how long do you think it will be for our kind to become the next target?”

“God Asim I know your right and I am very sorry. However that is what scares me, I just wish this horrible mess would just go away.”

A gentle smile crossed his lips and he nodded in agreement, “As do I Kitten, as do I.”

Asim pulled his mate closer to him; he kissed his lips and worked his way down to his throat leaving little marks of ownership on him. He rubbed his face against Cyrus scent marking him as much as he could. Asim moved back to his lips and growled softly to be granted entrance.

Cyrus never denied his mate anything it was as much pleasure for him as it was for Asim. He whimpered softly as Asim’s hands caressed him and soothed his fragile nerves. As he cried out softly in pleasure as his dominant mate plunged into his mouth that tongue was everywhere and his lung was almost sucked out.

Cyrus almost fell back when Asim released his mouth, had it not been for his arms holding his pale blue eyed kitten in place, poor Cyrus would have slid off his lap and hit the cold floor.

Asim smiled again as he saw those precious eyes glass over, his mate is fully aroused. When he touched his Kitten’s flesh, Cyrus mewed and purred his need for his mate’s attention. His little Kitten is so ready.

“Feeling better now Kitten?” Asim asked his own voice growled, filled with love and lust for his mate.

“Good God Asim, never better. Now that we have had our discussion, would you PLEASE fuck me raw?”

Asim’s head fell back as he let out a roaring laugh, his mate will kill him someday. Leaning in close to whisper in his ear he growled again.

“Never fucked you Kitten; I have always made love to you.”

“Ah so true well then, would you please love me raw?” at this point Cyrus lost the power to speak and practically growled in warning at his mate if he failed to meet his request.

“As you wish Kitten. As you wish.”

To Cyrus’s surprise Asim lifted him up and turned him around again, his kitten relaxed when he slid back into him. His large hands went between his legs forcing them to spread out wide on either side of his lap as he cupped his testicles with one hand and the other wrapped firmly on his needy cock.

Leaning in low he whispered, “Hook your legs with mine Kitten and hold on tight.”

Cyrus was too far gone to protest or question his motive; his body merely responded and did what his mate wanted. Once he was securely in position, Asim stood up and Cyrus held fast to the counter.

“Ready Kitten?”

“Good God man, do me.”

The only response he got was a loud growl, as Asim moved his powerful hips and began to thrust in fast and deep into his mate. There was purring, whimpering and growls from both of them and the occasional yelp from his Kitten whenever he hit his prostrate just right.

Asim would alternate his thrust, hard and fast to slow and deep to go back to pounding his kitten just the way he knew Cyrus liked. As evident from his constant purrs and hard cock, which he pumped in unison with his thrust.

Cyrus lost himself in the sensations his body was feeling, he screamed out like a cat in heat. He loved how his mate can manipulate his body to give him the ultimate pleasure, the constant friction on his hardened flesh and deep hard strokes in his rear reaffirmed his mate’s dominance over him.

When his legs gave out his mate held him up as he continued to get his ass royally plowed, his legs hung uselessly and never touched the floor. His claws grew out and dug into the counter, later he will worry about it but for now he keened out his pleasure.

Asim growled out loud and their bodies broke out in a sweat as flesh pounded away into flesh, Cyrus reached his pinnacle and purred deep within his throat as his body tightened and his orgasm broke out from him coating his mate’s hands as they continued to stroke him to a painful/pleasurable finish.

He hung in there as his mate kept thrusting into him, Asim’s hips moved faster and harder as he too was getting very close. When his Kitten came his little ass clamped down hard on him and he almost lost it, if he were to do this to a human he would break their hips.

With Cyrus he never need to worry, their bodies are stronger, powerful than the average human. He sped up as he got closer and released a low and powerful growl as he found his release and let loose deep within his mate’s heated body.

He stood there holding onto Cyrus while their bodies cooled and their breathing evened out. Carefully he slid out from his Kitten who protested the separation. Asim laughed and pulled him up to carry him over the rug near the fireplace.

“Honestly Kitten you are insatiable.”

He lay him down and covered his body with his own to give Cyrus his body heat and protection, he kissed and licked his body, sucking in a pert nipple and marked his Kitten all over. A soft purr of gratitude reached his ear as they both fell asleep.

They slept all day and awoke as night covered their part of the world in darkness, Cyrus stretched and looked up at his mate standing by the French doors staring out into the woods. Asim turned and smiled down at him, reaching out his hand for Cyrus to take and stand beside him.

It was a clear beautiful night and the moon was full.

They smiled at each other as they both stepped out on the terrace.

“Change Kitten, show me your true beauty.”

Cyrus smiled and stepped forward, he stretched out his limps and purred. He sighed as he shook his head to let the air caress his skin.

There was no growling or grunting, no cries of pain as the body changed and re-shaped itself. No violent snaps or cracks of bone braking and reconnecting, muscles and flesh shifted smoothly. It was fluid and silent and no pain, no blood or gore spilled, nothing like what is seen in horror movies.
He first changed into his lycan form, half man half black panther, standing six feet tall. He lowered himself down to all fours as the change completed.

Cyrus is a beautiful black panther, his hair glistened with the moon light and pale blues eyes turned back to his mate. He is way larger than the average wild cat, but his mate is larger than him.

Asim admired him and it showed in his eyes and voice, “Run with me Kitten.”

And just like Cyrus, Asim’s form shifted into a large black panther. His intelligent amber eyes scanned his surroundings as his powerful legs moved him to stand near his mate and lick behind his ear. Once again marking what is his.

If any human saw them they would probably have a heart attack, from the tip of his ear to his paws Asim stood almost 5 feet tall. From his nose to the end of his tail he is about 10 feet long and weighed in over 200 pounds. Of course Cyrus is a few inches smaller, but large enough to shock anyone.

They trotted over the clearing and growled softly to each other, in this form they could not speak but could hear each other’s thoughts. Asim first led the way into the thick woods with his mate closely behind.

At the next clearing they ran side by side as they have always done for the past two hundred years.

Translations:

Seigneur = Lord
Maitre = Master
Accueille Adrian! si bon pour vous voir de nouveau = Welcome Adrian!So good to see you again.
Adrian il est beau = Adrian he is beautiful
Beau = Beautiful
mon petit oncle = my small uncle