Page 13 of Sex, Blood, and Real Estate

"You'll move in here with me," Sam stated, but it was not a suggestion.

"I can't ask you to do that; you hardly know me," Wyatt said, although those eyes were asking to stay.

“I knew you the moment I touched your scarf.” He said and then added. “I’ll send a crew to your place to sort it out. Bring whatever you want, and we’ll store the rest.” Sam was moving fast, and he knew it, but he didn’t want Wyatt to backslide or decide to live elsewhere. He belonged with Sam in their apartment.

"You might decide you don't like living with me, and it could become awkward." Wyatt was talking like they were acquaintances. Sam cupped the sides of his face in the palms of his hands and turned Wyatt's face up to his. He simply stared down into those beautiful eyes for a few seconds, letting Wyatt connect and feel his emotions before speaking his thoughts.

“Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.” He stated. “Do I look indecisive; do I look like I don’t know what I want? I’ve never shared my space with anyone before, but I want to share with you. I see in you everything that I desire in a partner, a lover, a friend. We are a Fated match.” Sam started to put the truth out there and to see if he caught on.

"I trust you, Sam, and I don't trust anyone. I look into your eyes, and I see sincerity and integrity, and I see want. Your confidence and surety make me feel like this is a good idea. I don't know if the feeling is yours or mine. Maybe I want this so badly to be real that I'm making it real." Wyatt was almost there and then veered off the road at the last minute.

“Trust yourself Wyatt, feel me in your heart and in your mind I am there.” Sam made reference to their connection to see if he understood what was happening.

"I did feel you in my mind, and you calmed me in my father's office and again in the car at the bay. It felt like you were there with me, and you spoke to me." Wyatt held him and searched his face for the answer.

"Come to me, Wyatt. I told you to come to me."

"I heard you, and I came." Wyatt looked confused. "What's happening, Sam? What is this?" He paused for a second. "You knew me the moment you touched my scarf." He repeated Sam's words with wonder. Sam bent and took his lips in a kiss that chased every other thought away. He gathered him into his arms, crushing their bodies together. Wyatt opened for him, welcoming the embrace.

Sam intended to talk for a while to discuss their Fated connection but in the heat of the moment his vampire took over. The need to comfort and claim was all consuming and unstoppable. Sam picked him up into his arms without breaking the kiss and carried him to the bedroom. Wyatt held on and reciprocated the eager desire Sam was presenting.

In the back of Sam's mind, he knew that the discussion should come first, but the longing that unleashed a craving so deep he could not pull back made it clear that all discussions would come later. Sam sat him down on his feet but did not release him, so he slowly brought the kiss to an end. "I need you, Wyatt." He said with breathless intensity. Then, kisses began to rain down his neck and across his shoulder.

Sam untied Wyatt's tie and loosened his shirt collar before removing his jacket. He moved with determination but left room for Wyatt to slow down if he chose to. Wyatt did not slow down. Instead, he began pulling at Sam's clothes in an effort to get them off. With a satisfied chuckle, Sam stepped back and began to strip. “I need to see you, Wyatt." He said after a few seconds of Wyatt just watching and not moving.

“You are gorgeous.” Wyatt said in long drug out syllables. Sam couldn’t help but puff a bit at the compliment from his beloved.

“Not as gorgeous as you, my love.” Wyatt flashed that megawatt smile and stripped in record time while never taking his eyes off Sam. Sam discovered that his love for this man was growing by the minute and he saw no limit in sight. He would treasure and protect honor and adore to his dying day. Wyatt was coming out and showing his true self his confidence and his character and he was amazing.

Once the clothes were dealt with, Sam took Wyatt by the waist and picked him up depositing him gently onto the bed. “I love the way you pick me up and the way you hold me.” He whispered. “You make me feel so safe when I’m with you.”

"You're always safe with me, my love." Sam stretched out beside him on the large bed and pulled him into his arms for another breathtaking kiss. He wrapped his leg around Wyatt and gently moved over him, seating himself between Wyatt's soft thighs. His beloved's body was a wonder to behold and was passionately pressed against him. Their bodies were meant for such contact and perfect intimacy. Wyatt was made for him, and he was made for Wyatt.

"I'm going to claim you, Wyatt, and make you mine." He stated, and Wyatt nodded. "Talk to me, sweetheart." He urged good-naturedly while spreading Wyatt's legs further apart and starting a system to prepare him. He stretched and pumped Wyatt's entrance with his thoroughly lubed fingers, feeling the warmth and silkiness wrapped around him.

Wyatt thrust and moved in rhythm with his movements, exhilarating and rousing their desire to go to new heights. It was not going to take long for Sam to feel his arousal rising to the skies, but he would make it as beautiful and memorable as possible for his sweet beloved.

“I want you to claim me, Sam. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine." His words were clear and filled with the same hunger that Sam was experiencing. It was time to seal their bond.

"Is that what you're wanting?" Sam teased as he slid his fingers deeper before pulling them free. The needy whine that Wyatt uttered at the loss had Sam smiling. "Easy, my love." He assured him as he lined up his hard, aching cock to Wyatt's eager entrance.

Wyatt gripped Sam's upper arms with his elegant small hands and began to breathe expectantly. Sam was not going to make him wait. Sam wanted this so badly that he felt a tremble pass through him at what was about to take place. This was his beloved, and he was about to claim him for all time and make him his own. His life was going to change in the direction of all things good and pure.

"I'm ready, Sam." Wyatt urged and tightened his grip. Sam locked gazes with those vibrant blue eyes and immediately plunged inside hard and fast, going deep and burying himself completely in one thrust.

The magnificent sensations that raged through him were all consuming and he closed his eyes for a second savoring the moment. It was fantastic and he wanted more he wanted this man in every way and forever.

He bore down, pressing Wyatt into the bed, and began pounding a punishing rhythm of thrusts, slamming and forcing deeper and deeper, feeling every nerve react to the touch and heat of his amazing beloved. Wyatt was the center of his world, and he would now be the single most important focus of his life and decisions. This man, so vulnerable and weak, held a power that none other would ever possess.

Wyatt ran his soft hands down Sam's chest, and the touch was electric. "I love the way you touch me, my love." Sam panted the words and sped up his thrusts, building the sensations to a glorious height. The edge was near, and Sam's vampire was pushing forward once again, ready to strike and to claim. He saw the moment Wyatt recognized the change, seeing the red of his eyes and the stark angles of his face, but he was not afraid.

He lifted Wyatt into his arms and thrust hard, reaching his climax and exploding, filling his beloved with his essence. The moment he came, Sam struck, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of Wyatt's throat, drinking of the sweetness that was his beloved. He could feel Wyatt's hands on his back and felt the warmth of his release.

Wyatt came the moment Sam bit him the reaction was pure exhilaration pure rapture. A feeling of euphoria filled Sam as the effects of the burgeoning bond snapped into place. He drank deeply and then pulled back licking it clean and healing the wound. His head was spinning with all the thoughts and feelings some his and some Wyatt’s. It was a wonderful feeling. This was their beginning.

Wyatt felt the bite and, at first, was shocked, but then that feeling quickly morphed into a scintillating feeling of love, lust, and belonging. It was a jumble of excitement and satisfaction. He had difficulty describing it, but at the center was Sam, the most awesome man in all existence. The minute the feelings hit, he came in a rush, bursting, shattering, filling the space between them with his warm seed. He held tight and never wanted to let go.

There was more happening here than just a quick fuck. It was something surreal, something important, for the very air around them held a charge filling him with energy and elation. "That was awesome. You absolutely take my breath away, Sam Cabot." Wyatt declared while still holding tight to Sam. Gradually, he eased him back down onto the bed and slowly slid out of Wyatt’s intimate embrace.

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