Jaden

Time for a few Kudos:
Violetstorm this one is for you, oh yes sometimes I too wish I were a fly on the wall to see and hear what is going on. In this case you get to know what is said during one of the phone calls.
Smit45 so glad you are enjoying it, sorry for the confusion of how Cyrus and Asim were introduced. I went back and entered ~~~~~*~~~~ to seperate the chapters and hopefully make it less confusing for other readers.
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Chapter 45

To say Marcus was tense was not exactly the right word to describe his current state of emotions. He almost broke off the armrest in his seat.

He was more than tense, he was anxious and in a big hurry to leave the penthouse and get to the airport. Both Marcus and Victor wished they could fly to Paris under their own steam, but they knew it would be too dangerous and they would never get there before day light.

Talking to their perspective mates eased their nerves for just a little bit, however they would not be at peace until they were there with them. Marcus had to smile as he remembered the promise he had to make to Jaden; the need in his voice matched his own.

“Marcus when you get here, can you um make sure we’re alone. I mean, I know you want to say hello to your niece and well, you know. I would like some alone time with you, cause…..I um….I “

Jaden whispered into the phone, he would be too embarrassed if they heard him. Out on the balcony while he looked at the beautiful scenery before him, he hid against the wall beside the French doors as if he were a spy trading top secret information.

“I mean before you have to go running off to be a vampire detective, can you, can we. You know what I mean can we have like maybe five minutes no, make that twenty minutes…….. ahhhh actually, I’m gonna need a little more time than that.”

He could hear Marcus’s warm laughter at the other end of the line; in fact the connection was so good that if he closed his eyes he could swear his mate was standing there next to him. He blushed beet red just thinking of all the delightful things he would like once his mate arrived.

Taking in a deep breath he smiled in return and whispered, “I guess I sound pretty needy huh?”

In the short time that they have been together he knew his mate well enough to know the look in his gorgeous ice blue eyes as he listened to Marcus’s deep velvety voice come across thousands of miles and kiss his sensitive hearing.

“I promise you my love we will have private time together, I am in need of it as much as you. I miss you my darling and I will show you just how much when I arrive. You are safe in Helene and Henri’s care and when you open your precious green eyes, I promise to be there. I will never let you go again; I failed to protect you two days ago.”

Jaden was about to protest that he did anything wrong, but he kept silent as he heard the pain in his mate’s voice.

“I will never fail you ever, my angel.”

“Marcus I know you feel like you messed up, but I gotta take responsibility for it. If I hadn’t acted like a scared rabbit this would of never happened. I should of listened to you, but it turned out ok. Me and Adrian are fine and it was kind of an interesting adventure. The only problem with all of this is your not here with me. So don’t beat yourself up over it and oh, tell Victor to chill. You guys did everything right, so when you get here, spank me, but just get here in one piece promise?”

Marcus’s rich voice laughed again, “Jaden the things you say.” His voice took on a deeper playful tone.

“Spank you? Hummm, only to warm that lovely little bottom of yours for more serious activities.”

Now Jaden laughed, glad to know his mate was feeling better. Holding the phone closer to his ear he slid down to the cold floor and pulled up his knees. He was glad to have the coat Alarica gave him, it helped to keep him warm.

A wistful sigh escaped his lips as he continued to whisper into the phone, “God Marcus, I can’t wait to see you. Although I really, REALLY want to make love to you, I want your hands all over me and oh God I want you inside of me so bad it hurts, but I just want to be in the same room with you.”

He could hear his mate sigh in return and smiled when he expressed his own desires to be with him.

“We’re safe; you guys don’t have to worry about us. Just please don’t do anything crazy to get here, but just get here and please promise me alone time. Cause I can’t guarantee that I won’t jump your bones as soon as I see you. I knowwww, that would be so embarrassing in front of your family, but I ahhh man, I miss you so much and it’s only been two days?”

Hearing Marcus laugh was like a warm blanket over his heart, and if he kept this up he was going to lose whatever composure he had left.

“It feels like I haven’t seen you in years, I’m practically climbing the walls here just thinking about you. I can’t stand not being near you.”

Marcus noted the sad tone in his mate’s voice, “Jaden when you awake I will be there, and we will have as much time as we need. I am so sorry that we missed your birthday, but it will be celebrated as you wished. In fact I would like to pick up where we left off the last time we made love.”

Jaden laughed as he remembered how they ended up on the bathroom floor, oh yes he told himself definitely pick up from there.

A playful glint crossed Jaden’s green eyes and he lowered his voice even more, “Oh yeah that was fun, I just LOVE riding you. I love how you fill me.” Jaden closed his eyes and pictured his mate.

“Marcus I love when you touch me and how you know what will make me fill so good, I especially love that full feeling of you going inside of me. At first I’m thinking oh God that tool of his is going to rip in half, but then it just feels so good, so right, like my body was meant for you and you’re so beautiful, so hot, God Marcus you’re……….so hot….so…………..HOT.”

For awhile there was silence, and then Jaden heard his name as Marcus groaned and let out a deep satisfied sigh. “Jaden” he whispered, his voice sounded heavy. Jaden was well aware of that sound he has heard it enough times when they made love.

Jaden squeezed his legs together; talking to Marcus about his desires pushed him to the limit. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his glove, turning to make sure no one was looking for him. He spread his knees apart and opened his pants to pull the glove over his aching flesh.

Not an easy task to do when he was still holding onto the cell phone, he cursed his tidy whites and swore never to wear them again. Somehow he managed with one hand and as soon as that soft fur inside the glove covered the top portion of his erection he almost cried out Marcus’s name as he too made that satisfied sound for Marcus to hear.

Heavy breathing came from both ends of the phone call and then they both laughed softly as their breathing evened out.

“Marcus? Um, I think we just had our first phone sex.”

That rich laughter made Jaden’s heart swell, he could listen to his mate forever and his hand squeezed the glove a little tighter as he moaned in pleasure.

“Jaden I love you my little angel, and I am on my way to you now. Of course I will have to wash first.”

A warm smile crossed Jaden’s lips as he looked fondly up at the stars, “Will it always be like this Marcus, I mean the way we feel about each other?”

“In the beginning the blood bond is very demanding; as time passes we will have better control. But our desire, our need for each other will always be the same as long as we love each other.” Marcus answered.

Jaden nodded and smiled. “OK, go wash up and get over here. Phone sex is nice and I think it will cool me off for awhile, but there’s nothing like the real thing to satisfy my hunger for you.”

Again Marcus laughed, he was so glad he chose to close the doors to the office leaving him alone to speak privately with his mate. He also noticed that his brother left the room as soon as he heard Adrian’s voice and realized that perhaps they needed to talk in private just as much as he and Jaden did.

“I agree with you my love, and as reluctant as I am to end this call. I will be there before you know it. I love you my sweet, I love you endlessly.”

Jaden sighed and as much as he hated to disconnect the phone he did, but not without letting his mate know just how much he loved him in return. He sat there with a silly grin on his face and once again squeezed his legs and made a face as the slick wetness in the glove soon cooled.

“Ok, ew.”

He had to use his other glove to wipe himself clean, and then he shoved the gloves back deep into the pockets to dispose of them later. He checked himself before stepping back into the penthouse where he found Adrian just walking out of the bedroom to join him and their hosts in the dining room.

As he handed Lisette his phone he had to look away, he blushed a hot pink when he noticed a knowing smile on the pretty redhead. However, there was comfort to know that his brother also looked away when Lisette collected his phone as well.
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Ignatius was finally able to open the cell after about an hour, he snarled in disgust just thinking about the warning he got from Alarica. His bloody hand left prints on the bars as he stepped over the lowered bars and found himself free.

He spent the hour entering his code and bleeding himself on the bars to finally make it work. The only thing on his mind was the perfectly exquisite beauty of a woman, big innocent soft gold flecked brown eyes and warm brown hair with golden highlights.

Alarica.

As he slowly walked up the stairs he thought about what he could do to get rid of her. Not an easy task since his First, his Philippe adored the wretched little witch. But she is an unpredictable little beast he told himself and something had to be done about her.

It infuriated him even more as he thought about her, why, why did he allow her into the house? Because his Philippe wanted it and he was weak at the time to deny his First of the House. One look from his dark beauty and he gave in.

Only to regret that decision centuries later.

He snarled once more, completely disgusted with himself, his Philippe it appeared has shown some metal tonight. He was no longer easily fooled, he was questioned by him and he did not like it, not one bit.

[Am I not Master of the House?] He asked himself.

{Of course you are, never forget that my friend.}

Ignatius stopped in his tracks, and smiled. He was silent for a moment thinking, analyzing his thoughts.
“Yes” he said softly. “I am Master of the House.”

{Then prove it, show them all who you really are. And when they see your true power they will cower and claim you King.}

He was alone in the cavern corridor; he had to go up the stairs leading him into the house and then go through the house to get to the secret passages that led him back down the stairs to go underneath the villa safely in the cavern rooms below.

And he was alone as he carried on his conversation with no one there.

“Yes, I will be King.” He boasted quietly.

{You will be nothing! If you continue to make mistakes.}

Ignatius shook his head and hissed in anger, “I have done nothing wrong!” he answered hoarsely trying to keep his voice down.

{Really? I suppose what has taken place tonight will win you many points?}

Ignatius stepped back and ducked his head as if trying to avoid someone hitting him. He glared into the darkness ahead of him and was about to speak only to shut his mouth and think. He then shrugged his shoulders in acknowledgement.

“A momentary lapse in judgment, it will not happen again.”

There was no answer to his words and just when he thought it was gone.

{Do not give me cause to lose faith in you my friend, you can have what you always wanted. However, your lack of discipline will cost us all.}

“It will not happen again!” Ignatius almost shouted. He was clearly irritated with being scolded as if he were a stupid child.

{See that it does not, otherwise I will be forced to re-evaluate………… our friendship.}

Ignatius merely nodded his head and began to walk away believing the conversation ended. Only to stop dead in his tracks when once again he was forced to listen.

{Before you leave, we have one more item to discuss.}

“And what, pray tell can that be?” Ignatius asked, no longer hiding his irritation.

The voice in his head laughed softly and it angered Ignatius, he hated being the amusement for someone else.

{After what has taken place tonight, the Drakars` will demand satisfaction. As will the council…….. How do you propose to resolve that matter without endangering our plans?}

Ignatius closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, why must he always be questioned? It seems that tonight everyone needed him to provide answers and he had enough.

“Leave that to me, I will take care of it…………my friend”, the tone in his voice made it quite clear that this conversation is now finished.

It seemed that the voice was determined to have the last word as it laughed softly once more.

{May I suggest you clean yourself up before you go see your little whore?}

Ignatius ignored the insult, but he did stop in his rooms to do just that. A few minutes later he was at Alarica’s door watching Philippe read to the demented little witch on his lap.

A mop of brown hair popped up and warm gold flecked brown eyes stared at Ignatius as he stood on the threshold. He would normally have walked right in but something kept him at bay. He eyes caught the commander’s presence as Kathel stood up from a high backed chair near where Philippe sat with Alarica.

A worried look crossed Philippe’s lovely face as he got up and gently put Alarica on her feet. He walked over to Ignatius, but he did not pass the door way to step outside.

Ignatius assumed it was because he was still angry with him, and if he had time he would have dragged Philippe out and taken him to his room.

{But you do not have time my friend, make nice, nice with your pretty whore, and be on your way. There is much yet to be done.}

“Ignatius? Are you well?” Philippe asked. His voice filled with concern pure and honest.

Yes Ignatius thought to himself, there was a time when his first was so easily manipulated. How he missed the old days. He reached for Philippe’s hand and held it in both of his, each one standing on his side of the doorway.

After about a minute of soul searching, Ignatius did feel a small sliver of remorse for the way he treated Philippe and at least for that he could be honest with his own feelings.

“I…… I am sorry for my actions earlier my darling. I do not blame you for what has happened, however I assure you all will be put to right very soon.”

Philippe shook his head in confusion and was about to speak when one of Ignatius’s finger gently caressed the right side of his face. He saw Ignatius’s eyes softened as he continued to trace the line of his face and gently pass his thumb over his lips.

“I had no right to treat you the way I did, I am ashamed. Can you forgive me Philippe?”

Philippe was speechless; he fully expected anger, shouting and violence from his master. This tender side was alien to him of lately and he was at a loss as how to respond. Without realizing it, Philippe eased his hand back and stepped further into the room putting more distance between them.

Ignatius did not get angry, he had more important matters to attend to and he smiled softly at his first.

“Ah, I understand my darling. You will need time and I am happy to wait. I am going out now to hunt and feed. I will be away for a few days. “

Philippe blinked and shook his head, going? He wondered.

“Ignatius where are you going? All house matters are taken care of until we return to your homeland. The agenda is cleared for now; we came here for the holidays. Why must you leave, what is going on?”

Ignatius merely backed away and smiled, he looked into the room to see Alarica staring at him with eyes slowly turning red. He quickly looked back at Philippe.

“In due time my sweet, all will become clear and everything will be right in our world.”

[At least it will be as soon as I can get rid of that wretched little bitch!] Ignatius smiled and turned to walk away.

Before Philippe could even ask him anything else, the Master of the House was gone. It left an empty feeling in his soul. Alarica took Philippe’s hand and led back into her room as the commander slowly closed the door.

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In his beastly form Cyrus Matthews loved to run, it was freeing, natural and exhilarating to run wild in the woods with his mate just a few paces ahead of him. The grass cool and soft under his paws and the air is cold, but the animal in him kept him warm; he is a cool cat running hot.

In this form his body temperature is high, like a furnace on four powerful legs. He lifted his snout to breathe in deeply his mate’s scent. The air carried it to him like a gift from the wind Gods. He loved that scent it was ambrosia to him, his mate’s scent made his mouth water and his loins stir.

His keen pale blue eyes zeroed in on his mate’s anatomy; in the dark of the woods he can see clearly the shape and build of his Asim. Beautiful is all he could think of at the moment. He loved everything about him, the taste of his skin, his body, his scent, his huge balls bouncing freely as his mate ran ahead of him.

Sweet, luscious and lip smacking good and don’t get him started on his mate’s cock. When he first saw his mate’s body for the first time he actually fainted, whatever did he do to deserve such a yummylicious hunk of man like Asim?

But whatever he did, Cyrus thanked God everyday of his life for earning him. He picked up the pace so that he could get closer to his smell. Ahhh sweetness what a lovely delight. Too bad his mate’s cock was neatly hidden away. One of the drawbacks of being in this form he sighed.

As they continued to run, the only thing on Cyrus’s mind is his mate. And of course his favorite pastime, with legs spread wide and his ass filled with his man while he was deliciously fucked right through the mattress. Actually as his mate so eloquently put it, never fucked, made love.

But it was more than just the sex; the emotion of his heart had no boundaries. He loved Asim, he loved him endlessly and he would die if he ever lost him. The man was in tune to him in ways he never believed possible. No one, absolutely no one could even come close.

He remembered how others tried to control him, but only Asim knew how to treat him. Even when he is in a snippy mood his mate can bring him out of it whether he liked it or not. He loved his dominance over him, nothing kinky mind you. But just enough to make Cyrus feel protected, cherished and loved.

Having made it clear in his mind the romance part he went back to ogling his mate’s body, in this form he is magnificent. All power and muscles, his fur shined with the light of the moon, and the scent is so, so …….

{Bloody hell!!! What is that stench?}

Asim stopped in his tracks and quickly turned around growling loud and furious, he butt headed his mate to push him out of the way. Something fast and powerful crashed into Asim as they rolled over and over in the ground.
Whatever it was, it held on to him.

Asim turned his head back and his huge sharp canines bit down hard on what felt like an arm. He bit down harder and the taste of blood coated his tongue, he almost let go. It angered him and he jerked his head back and forth until he heard the satisfying sound of an arm separating from its shoulder.

Cyrus could not see what had his mate and he wasted no time to jump on what he hoped would be the back of the assailant. His blade like claws slashed deep into flesh and a blood curdling scream filled the air around them. Whatever attacked, released Asim and it was gone leaving them panting and growling at the air.

Asim was hacking and coughing and he shifted into his human form, he spit out the blood in his mouth as he kept coughing it out. Cyrus also shifted and became frightened that his mate was poisoned.

“Asim don’t swallow, spit it out!!”

He helped his mate to a nearby creek, he was about to put his hands in the water to help Asim drink, but his mate pushed his hands away and dunked his head into the water to wash away the blood.

“Don’t drink!! Just wash it out, please Asim don’t swallow!”

Cyrus watched and waited, he wanted to touch his mate but his hands were stained with the blood of the unknown attacker. When it seemed that Asim was better he almost felt like crying as relief washed over him.

“Asim? Asim are you all right?” his voice sounded small and frightened and he worried for his mate’s safety.

“Yes Kitten, I’m fine.” Asim’s voice sounded hoarse, like he swallowed a bowl of gravel.

He looked up and around, his nose picked up the faint hint of their attacker’s smell. It would do no good to chase it down; whatever it was had put a lot of distance between them by now. But the taste of its blood was so foul it made him angry and dizzy. He shook his head fiercely to try and clear his sinuses and he drank more water to clean his mouth out.

“Tainted blood Kitten, very tainted.”

Asim looked at his mate, he sat on the soft grass with his hands held out and he moved closer to sniff one of his hands.

He jerked back as an angry growl broke out from his throat.

Cyrus spread out his hands as far away as he could; the smell irritated his delicate nose as well.

“Good God! Asim the smell is bloody awful, oh my its horrid, just horrid!”

Asim sat back on his heels and admired his mate, had it not been for him who knows what could have happened if the attacker succeeded. He drank in his beauty and almost laughed seeing his mate trying to strength out his hands as far out as possible.

He then crawled over to him on all fours and kissed his pale blue eyed savior. He pulled Cyrus onto his lap and hugged him closer as his tongue found its way in and kissed him. He kissed his mate until Cyrus purred deeply and he pulled his mate closer letting his hands soothe and calm his mate’s frazzled nerves.

He leaned back as one hand rested on his naked bottom and the other brushed back his sweaty hair. He smiled lovingly at Cyrus and kissed his forehead. His emotions overwhelmed him as he hugged his mate tighter. Fear gripped his heart, if whatever attacked him killed him, it would have gone after his kitten.

He buried his face in Cyrus’s thick hair and whispered, “You saved my life Kitten, thank you my precious love.”

Cyrus sniffed and rubbed his face against Asim’s shoulder.

“You can thank me properly when we get back to the cottage. Now if you don’t mind I would like to get out of here.”

Asim agreed and he helped his mate stand up, on his tippy toes Cyrus kissed Asim’s chin and started to walk over to the creek.

“What are you doing Kitten?”

“Well I’m going to wash this horrid stench off of my hands; surely you don’t expect me to keep it now do you?”

Just as Cyrus was about to lean closer to the water, Asim grabbed him and held him bridal pose in his big strong arms.

“Sorry Kitten, but I must insist that you do not wash your hands yet.”

Cyrus’s eyebrows pinched together and looked at Asim as if he grew a second head.

“What, are you daft? Even if I don’t wash it off, once I shift it will come off in the dirt as we run back to the cottage. What do you mean that I can’t wash my hands?”

Bringing one hand closer to Asim’s face.

“Have you forgotten how horrid the smell is?”

Asim let his mate down on his own two feet and stepped away holding his breath. He gave his mate an apologetic look and shrugged his shoulders.

“So sorry Kitten but I must insist that you do not wash it off.”

He raised his hands to Cyrus as he explained, “I like to take it to the lab and analyze its origin. I honestly do not know what we can learn from it, but I would like to try.”

Had it not been for the blood on his hands, Cyrus would have put his hands on his hips and stomped his foot in defiance. But then he thought about it and saw the logic of analyzing the blood.

“Very well then, however, if you think that I am going to walk back to the cottage in this state with you behind me sniffing up my ass! Well let us just say that will NOT be allowed.”

He almost crossed his arms over his chest but thought better of it as the smell almost made him gag. He did give his mate a fierce glare and snorted in anger as he watched his mate cross his own arms over his chest.

With an arched eyebrow, Asim said. “Oh really? Is that not what you were doing during our run? Not that I mind Kitten.”

His pale blue eyes widened, he hated being caught and called on it. Trying to save grace he merely shrugged his shoulders as if he had nothing to hide.

“Honestly Asim the things you say, my goodness you have an overactive imagination and really even if I were just looking……. occasionally, I was only looking out for your safety and after all you ARE IN FRONT OF ME!!”

Asim broke out laughing and raised his hands to his mate and caressed his face, he then leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

“Easy Kitten, let us just agree that we both appreciate each other’s physique?”

Cyrus shook his head so that the breeze swept his hair out of his face and sniffed indignantly. “Agreed” he answered.

Asim smiled and he could not resist hugging his mate close to his body, bending the smaller man backwards as he kissed him with one arm holding him firmly about the waist while the other squeezed his firm ass.

Cyrus purred deep in his throat and he wanted nothing more but to spread his legs and invite his mate to claim him.

Unfortunately he also knew that it would leave them both vulnerable for more attacks, and it appeared his mate was in sync with his thoughts as he released him.

He still kept one arm around his waist and was taken by surprise as his kitten hopped up to wrap his legs around Asim’s own waist. Cyrus pressed his awakened flesh against Asim’s belly. A deep needy purr vibrated on his neck as Cyrus licked his skin, making Asim purr in return.

Resting his head on Asim’s shoulder Cyrus mewed softly rubbing his check on his mate’s skin. “Asim my love, before we leave can I please wash one hand?” he lifted the one hand in question, and then let it fall back down.

Cyrus still held out his hands from his body and it was annoying not being able to wrap his arms around his mate without making them both gag from the smell.

Asim laughed softly and reluctantly put him down on the grass, admiring his mate’s need for attention between his legs. Taking his mate by the arm he led him to the creek and washed the foul blood off one hand. He could see the gratitude in his pale blue eyed kitten as he leaned in closer for a kiss.

“Better Kitten?” Asim asked as he brushed back the hair from his eyes so that he can admire them under the moonlight.

Cyrus purred low and kissed Asim’s cheek, “Yes love so much better, thank you.”

“Come Kitten; let us go back to the cottage.” Asim’s large hand covered Cyrus’s organ and gently caressed him making his mate purr deeper. “The sooner we get back and analyze the blood, the sooner I can take care of this.”

Cyrus closed his eyes and squeezed his legs together trapping Asim’s hand; he then shook his head remembering where they are and quickly stood up.

“Yes, oh yes yes to the cottage. Well come along Asim don’t dawdle, let us be on our way shall we?”

Asim patted his mate’s bottom to get his attention his hand stayed there rubbing the smooth creamy skin; pale blue eyes looked down and then back up at hazel eyes.

He loved how his mate’s golden eyes glittered with the moonlight. Pressing his rear against Asim’s hand he asked innocently. “Something amiss love?”

“Are you expecting to walk back like this?” Asim asked as his eyes looked down between his legs.

Cyrus actually blushed and turned away from his mate’s view, normally he was very comfortable to be naked in front of his mate. However, being as he is aroused he could not help but be shy about it.

“What else can I do?” he asked, pale blue eyes narrowed as he turned back to face his mate in spite of his condition. “You will not allow me to shift.”

Asim laughed softly and shook his head; his kitten was just too cute. He stood behind him and slapped his cute little ass and whispered in his ear. “No need Kitten.” As he licked his ear lobe and said, “I will shift and you can ride on my back.”

Cyrus couldn’t help mewing softly and pushed back his bottom against his mate’s groin, “Ride you, really? Oh my yes, I do love riding you.”

Asim growled low in his chest trying very hard to stay focused with a horny little cat, “Yes Kitten, that way we won’t lose the blood on your hand. If we walk, it will take too long. With you on my back I will return us to the cottage in no time.”

With one clean hand on his hip he waved his bloody hand at Asim, “Very well then my darling get on with it, shift, shift.”

Asim slapped Cyrus’s ass one more time and smoothly shifted into the big beautiful black panther that he is, he waited for Cyrus to mount him and looked up at his face, giving him a low growl to get his attention.

Cyrus was too busy admiring his mate’s form, oh yes he thought to himself. [Beautiful, just beautiful.]

Suddenly he yelped and jumped back; looking down at Asim he was shocked to feel wetness between his legs.

“Good God! Did you just, did you just lick me?”

The sounds made by Asim were strange since he could not laugh normally he just made small snorts and growls.

{I had no choice Kitten; you were off in your fantasies again. Now pay attention and get on my back. Or else you can walk back.}

Cyrus made a rude sniff in Asim’s direction, “I will do no such thing.” He moved closer to Asim and easily straddled his mate’s back. Making sure not to touch him with his bloody hand, and once his body made contact with his mate, Cyrus cooed in appreciation.

“Oh my, oh my my my how utterly lovely.”

Asim turned his big head to the side trying to see what had his mate purring, he did not have long to wait to get an answer.

Cyrus threw back his head and moaned, “Oh good God mate, your fur is so luscious between my legs. It is actually tickling my anus. Oh I like it, I like it!” his voice became heavy filled with lust. “Oh Asim, we must do this more often.”

Asim growled low and as much as he wanted to play with his kitten now was not the time, he flicked his tail and spanked his mate on his wiggling ass.

Cyrus yelped and rubbed his cheek, “Oh you would poop it, how you can you blame me it feels wonderful, besides……. I am in heat.”

The black cat groaned deep in its chest and shook his head.

{Kitten you are far too easily distracted, you are not in heat, you are just horny. When we get back and take care of the blood, we can play all you like. While I am in this form I will lick you from top to bottom, would you like that Kitten?”}

Cyrus smiled and leaned down to lay on his mate’s back, his bloodied hand rested behind him and he wrapped his other arm around his mate’s neck as he whispered low in its ear.

“Oh yes please, I would like that very much. That rough tongue of yours would feel absolutely delicious!”

It sounded as if Asim was laughing again, he turned his head to face front and his tail wrapped itself around Cyrus’s waist.

{Hold on my love, we will be at the cottage in no time.}

“Asim?”

{Yes Kitten?}

He petted Asim’s fur and thought carefully about what he wanted to say.

“I am ashamed for the way I behaved earlier; you were right about helping the vampires and protecting our alliance with them. I should have never argued with you.”

A cool breeze along with Asim’s silky tail caressed his skin and he shuddered, “I was out of line, it was rude and childish behavior on my part.”

The end of Asim’s tail gently patted his mate’s back and rested on his bottom rubbing comfort into his skin and causing his kitten to sigh deeply.

“Will you forgive me?” Cyrus asked timidly.

{You are my soul and my life Kitten, there is nothing to forgive; you were only expressing your concerns of which I always welcome.}

Cyrus rubbed his face into the warm soft fur and breathed in deeply, his heart swelled with love for his mate “Thank you my love, I love you Asim Jabari, I love you my beautiful cat.”

Now more than ever Asim wished he could be in his human form, he wanted to hug and kiss his love all over. He was proud of his kitten admitting when he was wrong, he growled showing his appreciation.

{Thank you Kitten and I love you too.}

“Asim?”

{Yes Kitten?}

With a predatory gleam in his pale blue eyes, he asked. “Whatever attacked the vampires is now coming after our kind. When we find it, can I kill it?”

{I promise you Kitten, when we discover who or what is doing this. We will kill it together.}

For all of Cyrus’s reputation of being difficult, it never really held firm. Because when the chips were down he can trust his mate with his life, as time has proven him right. And as he sprinted over tall bushes to land lightly on all four paws, there was only one thing on Asim’s mind.

His mate may be a pain in the ass, but he would not have him any other way. With that said Asim hunched his shoulders, dug in his hind paws and took off in a fast run enjoying the soft naked weight on his back.

~~~~*~~~~

She dragged her bloody leg behind her while cradling her torn arm close to her chest. She heaved a sigh of relief once she reached her destination. She was hungry and her energy level was waning fast, she needed to
feed and she needed to feed soon.

“Two cats, two fucking cats!”

She entered the room buried deep below the city, she needed a change of clothing and she was lucky not to be seen in her current condition. It helped that her benefactor provided this sanctuary for her, or was it?

She almost screamed when a loud sound of steel met a cement doorframe and shuddered in surprise when the steel heavy door slammed itself shut behind her. With her good arm she tried to pry it open.

“FUCK!” she cried out and began to bang on the door. “Unlock this fucking door!”

{I am very disappointed in you my dear, you don’t look good at all.}

She swiftly turned around and shouted into the darkened room, “You didn’t tell me there were two of them!”

{I told you where to find the cat, if there were two it should not have been a problem.}

A deep disappointed sighed reverberated through the room.

{Oh well, what to do……what to do?}

She cried out in pain as the hunger made its demands on her.

“It was impossible! They’re huge, not housecats for fuck’s sake.” She doubled over and snarled, her mind losing its ability to think clearly.

{language my dear, no need to resort to paltry behavior.}

“FUCK YOU!!!” Her voice deep, gravely as she clearly made her feelings well known.

Soft laughter seemed to bounce off the walls all around her. She shuddered as if a cold hand touched her skin.

“I’m newly made, I haven’t fed for days so that I could drink that stinking blood you gave me!” she hissed in pain as the hunger gripped her harder. “I need to feed, unlock the FUCKING door!”

{Such a waste, you are completely useless to me now.}

She froze and waited when nothing happened she whispered into the darkness, cold fear ran up her spine.

“I ………. I did the best I could. Those cats are huge, there wasn’t much I ………… I could have done.”

{Yes well, I do suppose you gave it your best. But the blood I gave you, made you stronger, faster and yet somehow you failed me my dear.}

Panic took over and the need to feed became greater, she wanted out. With her good hand she balled it into a fist and began to pound on the door. She only managed to make bloody dents in the steel, but the door held fast.

“Damn you! …….. I …………………did……………………… best I could ……………………”

Her dark eyes soon lost its luster, her hair became dry and each breath she took, so painful as if her very life was being sucked out of her. Her natural skin colors slowly faded as a grayish yellow sickly color seem to take over, her veins soon stood out like uneven cracks in the street.

Her body felt like it was drying out and she cried out pitifully as the pain of starvation hit every nerve. Her skin dried up and she looked liked a living corpse. Newly made she barely thought to herself and she has been warned by her master not to go without feeding.

It’s too late now, if she doesn’t find a way out soon. It will be too late to restore her strength; she has already gone without feeding for three days.

“Please ………………………………..Open ………………door!”

As her body changed, she became more animalistic. Her mind could only register one thought, blood, feed, blood. She snarled, cried and screamed as she repeatedly threw herself against the door. It was not known for how long she struggled to hold on to her sanity, but in the end she lost the battle.

What was left of her, is a new breed of vampire.

She became a mindless creature and shuffled around the room with her wounded leg still dragging behind her. Her broken arm hung uselessly at her side as she turned this way and that way, sniffing the air for what her body is craving. Blood.

All she found was darkness, cold darkness.

An agonized wail tore from her throat and she thrashed about the room desperate to feed, destroying anything she could get her hand on. When she could do no more, she collapsed on the floor her one good leg kicking the
floor so hard it cracked the cement beneath her.

Had she been able to think clearly, she could have dug her way out of the room. Unfortunately, the blood starvation ruled over her senseless mind.

Her body jerked muscles spasm erratically and she cried liked a wounded animal throughout it all. Just breathing became extremely painful as her body lacked what it needed. Until finally her breathing stopped, her body stilled and she lay in silent repose. The dead sleep of a vampire took over as the sun rose over the city.

{Beautiful my dear, you will be more useful to me now. Sleep well my little angel for tomorrow evening your new life will begin.}