Page 10 of Sex, Blood, and Real Estate

He trailed kisses along Wyatt's jaw while working to open the front of his pants. Wyatt made several thrusts, rubbing against Sam's hand in an attempt to feel more clearly reflecting Sam’s own need.

Sam soon had Wyatt's pants open and his hard cock exposed to Sam's firm grip. As soon as Sam's fingers encompassed his heated cock, Wyatt began thrusting and gripping Sam's upper arms, digging his fingers in and causing a delicious pain.

Sam closed his eyes as the ecstasy shot through him, sharpening his need and causing his vampire nature to surge to the surface. He didn't want Wyatt to see the red glow of his eyes, but there was no way to hold off what he was feeling. This might have been a bad idea, but there is no going back now.

Wyatt was moving with him, and although no words were spoken, his desires were conveyed when his thrusts became faster and harder. The sounds of sex and need filled the air and heightened the heat already sizzling between them. Sam slipped down, placing moist kisses on Wyatt's abdomen before taking his hard, throbbing cock between his lips.

Wyatt gasped and shivered, and his reaction was all it took for Sam to take him to the root, rubbing and working the tender flesh, forcing him quickly to the edge. Sam took a small taste of his life's blood, pricking the large vein and drawing deeply, and just that fast, Wyatt came.

Sam took him deep and felt the warmth of his essence rush down his throat and fill his mouth. It was mind and mood-altering in so many ways. He'd never imagined the power of a beloved until this moment, and the need to claim and protect assaulted every nerve and every thought. He took it all feverishly, devouring every drop while Wyatt trembled with his release.

Sam licked him clean and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his now softening cock and took several deep breaths while getting control of his baser instincts. "You taste like sweet summer sunshine, so pure and so good." He told him and received that amazing smile that once again sent a rush of desire through him. He would never in a thousand lifetimes ever get enough of this man. Every hour in his presence, the bond grew stronger, and the need went deeper.

He tucked him back into his briefs and fastened his pants before moving up to look him in the eyes, and those eyes were so expressive. "I want a relationship with you, Wyatt Grey." He put his desires out there, clear and concise. Sam held him and saw myriad emotions flash across his countenance.

"I want a relationship with you, Sam Cabot." He said and grinned that sweet look of nervous desire.

“You’re an absolute beauty my love.” Sam stated and kissed him hard and exacting putting his mark on him owning him in the only way he could right now.

Wyatt was blown away by the intensity of their evening together. When he’d gotten up that morning, he had a feeling the day was going to be eventful but never in a million years did he expect romance to blossom before the day was over. Especially not with someone the caliber of Samuel Cabot.

Sam brought him home just after midnight and walked him to his door. Wyatt had made up an excuse of having to go to work early for fear that Sam was going to ask him to stay the night. Wyatt had panicked and thought he wasn't ready for the implications of staying the night with him, but now, sitting in his room and considering the lonely night ahead, he wished he'd had the guts to stay.

The evening was more than he could have even imagined. Meeting Emmanuel Cabot was an honor as was the invitation to the winery not many had the pleasure of either. Why he was chosen was still a mystery, although Sam seemed to find him interesting and attractive.

Hopefully, the feeling would last, and he would have the pleasure of having Sam in his life for a while longer. The intimacy they'd shared was so far beyond anything he'd felt before with anyone else, and he wanted to explore their chemistry further.

With any luck, no one at work would know of the evening he spent with Samuel Cabot. After the grilling he received for just going to lunch with him, he didn't want to consider the upset it would cause if they knew he had dinner in the heart of the Cabot Winery or that he’d met the reclusive Emmanuel Cabot.

He checked his phone when it signaled a message received and saw it was from Sam. "Goodnight, sweetheart, and I look forward to seeing you again very soon. Have a restful night, and I will call you tomorrow. Love Sam."

Wyatt felt himself swoon ever so slightly at the sweet, romantic gesture. "Goodnight, and thank you for such a lovely evening." He responded, although he wanted to say so much more.

Sam was his perfect man: tall, handsome, intelligent, well-mannered, attentive, and he could go on and on. He was someone Wyatt wanted to continue seeing, and as for his father or anyone else, they could go fuck themselves if they had a problem with it.

Thankfully, he did not hear from his father and was able to have a decent night's sleep apart from reliving the special moments with Sam over and over again in his mind. The following morning, while in the shower, he threw his head back, closed his eyes, and pleasured himself with the image of Sam going down on him. His heart was beating so fast it nearly pounded out of his chest. It took the edge off but was not half as satisfying as the real thing.

He was finishing his coffee and gathering his things to head to work when his father called. “Come to my office the minute you arrive.” He stated hard and abrupt.

"Okay," Wyatt answered rather than asking questions since he knew what it was about. He didn't escape scrutiny as he'd hoped. Holden Grey hung up without another word, and Wyatt finished the last of his coffee before walking out at a leisurely pace and getting into his car.

Normally a call from his father would have him tense and anxious and racing to work in order to find out what he’d done wrong and try to fix it, but not today. Today he took his time and somehow remained calm and detached from whatever drama was brewing at work.

He entered the building and paused to stop and speak with Spencer from security a nice guy who always asked Wyatt how life was treating him. Wyatt always answered with the noncommittal ‘good and bad, how about you,’ but not today. Today he told him life was brilliant and filled with possibilities.

“Glad to hear it Wyatt.” He smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “Go get them buddy.” He added.

"I plan on it," Wyatt responded with a confidence that surprised him. Where was this assurance coming from? The feeling was freeing in a way he had never experienced. Sam Cabot came into his life, and suddenly, he was ready to take on the world. He wondered if there was a correlation.

He didn’t go to his desk but rather as instructed headed straight to his father’s office. His father’s secretary waved him on indicating for him to enter. This was a new secretary younger and prettier than the last.

Holden always liked to upgrade periodically, and as he got older, his secretaries got younger. He thought about his stepmother for a moment but didn't dwell. She knew what she was getting into when she married the old man. He was not faithful to any wife or girlfriend ever, but that was his business and not Wyatt’s.

Wyatt's mother had died in childbirth, so he never knew her, but from what he'd heard, Holden had loved her desperately, or it might just be a story that was told to make Wyatt feel better. Didn't matter; his mind was wandering, and he needed to stay focused.

Sam didn't return to the chateau after dropping Wyatt at home, instead he spent the night at his apartment in town. Leaving Wyatt was difficult, but he had no choice as Wyatt wanted to go home. His excuse citing work responsibilities was not entirely true and the falseness of his words shown in his eyes. Sam couldn't challenge him or press him to stay without appearing overbearing or controlling, and he did not want to start their lives together in such a manner.

Wyatt was hesitant, and although he thoroughly enjoyed their time together, which was clearly evident at the time, he still pulled back in the end. Sam understood that he was moving fast and Wyatt, being human, would need to slow down. He was anxious to move this relationship along the path that was predestined by Fate.

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