Page 24 of The Psychic and the Vampire

Don’t over think this. Stay focused on our mate.Holding his cock firm at the base, Viktor held his cockhead against Ant’s opening, testing the resistance. There was some. Viktor expected that. Gripping Ant’s hip with one hand Viktor kept his dick steady with the other.

But by all that was holy, Viktor was ready to rut the moment his cockhead got caught by Ant’s body. The crush, the pressure, the heat, and the sexy way Ant’s whole back shivered as Ant’s hole closed around him… “Breathe out,” he panted. “Long and slow. Breathe out and let me in.”

Ant’s shoulders sagged as his front half relaxed on an exhale. His back half wasn’t going anywhere – Viktor was making sure of that. But there was a tension in Ant’s body as well, and Viktor quickly shifted his mind on to how sinking into Ant’s body was making him feel.

That closeness, the trust that comes when one man agrees to open his ass for another, not to mention Viktor’s instincts to be as close to his mate as physically possible which was like a growing clawing need in his gut.

What’s more, Viktor could feel it when Ant picked up on his thoughts. It was good to know Ant could pick as much up from his dick as he could his arm. But Ant started to moan, wigglehis butt, breathing deeply all the while and encouraging Viktor’s cock deeper and deeper.

That’s it, Viktor thought.I’m caught, I’m done, this is the ass I’ll worship for the rest of my days. And as he dropped his hand from his shaft, wrapping it around Ant’s slender hip, thrusting that last couple of inches home, he could not find one cell inside of himself that was unhappy about it. That purpose, the reason he’d moved around for centuries, never settling, always looking for more – well, now that “more” was dancing beautifully on the end of his cock. A feeling of incredible peace settled over Viktor’s shoulders like a blanket.

“I feel it, too,” Ant said, letting out a long moan, “but can you please move? I’m sure there’s more to this claiming business than pushing in and taking a nap.”

Viktor snorted. “There’s no napping this end,” he said as he rocked gently, letting Ant get used to the movement.

But, oh, his mate was a sneaky mage. The magical lube, or whatever it was that was slicking up Ant’s insides, started to heat – nothing painful – but the sensation of the heating gave the oil more viscosity. Viktor found himself moving harder and faster. His cock was getting a warm, oily massage that came with just the right amount of pressure to send tingles up Viktor’s spine. Viktor had never felt anything like it, but gods he was so glad he was now.

Focus on my mate.Dropping his hands off Ant’s hips, he moved his torso over Ant’s back, breathing in the sweaty skin, feeling the pulse of Ant’s blood coursing through his veins. His fangs dropped – again – and that was a shock for all of two seconds as Viktor really didn’t need a lot of blood to survive as he got older, and he’d already taken enough from Ant over the past few days. But he ran his nose along the top of his mate’s shoulder, lettinghis fangs graze along the skin – the slowness and sensuality at odds with his hips that were working like pistons thrusting his dick into Ant’s body.

“Bite me.” Ant tilted his head to one side and Viktor’s heart stuttered. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had offered themselves so readily.

Sliding one hand down Ant’s torso, Viktor found his mate’s dick. He wasn’t going to be a pump and done, and he knew the moment he bit into Ant’s flesh his balls were going to empty. Ant’s slender cock was cut, and Viktor found that sweet cockhead easily enough, scooping up the juices of Ant’s precome on his fingers before wrapping them around Ant’s shaft.

It took barely a minute. A gentle twist with his fingers, a quick slice with his fangs, and as Ant’s orgasm pulsed gently over Viktor’s fingers, and his blood coated Viktor’s tongue, Viktor shuddered and his hips froze against Ant’s ass, allowing his balls to unload, sending his essence deep into his mate’s body.

“I claim Viktor as my mate,” Ant yelled at the ceiling. Viktor felt a quick sting of pain, like a dozen needles hitting the side of the neck, before it passed just as quickly.

Taking one last mouthful, Viktor swallowed and withdrew his fangs. He was panting hard, and Ant was in the same state, but then, as he reached his hand up, just checking against the side of his neck for any sign of blood, Viktor felt a click deep in his soul.

Claim made, accepted, and registered with the Mage Council. Congratulations, Doctor Channon.

“What the fuck?” Viktor had to stop himself from pulling out too roughly from Ant’s body. “Who the hell was that in my head?”

“The Mating Officer at the Mage Council,” Ant said, turning his head so he could rest his cheek on the mattress. The only thing was, Viktor heard the words, but Ant’s mouth hadn’t moved.

Er…Ant.Viktor thought cautiously.Mate of mine. Do we have a mind link?

Looks like it.Ant smiled, his eyes still closed.Nap time?

Chapter Eighteen

Ant woke up a few short seconds before Able started to growl. He quickly checked his surroundings. He was in his bed, in his room, which meant he was in his house, and yes Ant needed to be that specific. Also, he was awake, not dreaming. There was a naked vampire snoring beside him, hogging most of the blankets Ant noticed, but that wasn’t what woke him or why Able was growling.

Someone was trying to get into his house.

As he rolled out of bed, Ant glanced at the windows. It was definitely nighttime, and his phone screen that lit up as he picked it up showed it was just after three in the morning. Not the sort of time Bridget would come visiting, and she wouldn’t be scratching at the glass on his back door. She had a key to his front door.

Determined to take care of the issue before Viktor woke up, Ant frowned as Able stood, blocking his way. “What?” He mouthed, raising his hands. But as he did, Ant noticed his arms were naked, and so was the rest of him. Not a common situation for him.

“Good boy.” He patted Able’s head between his ears and then went over to the door, taking down his robe that was hanging on the back of it. Slipping it on and wrapping the cord firmly around his waist, Ant nodded at his dog. “Now let’s go and see who wants our attention so badly, shall we?” He kept his voice low, but as Viktor was still snoring, he doubted the vampire had heard him.

Ant knew every inch of his house, so he didn’t bother with lights as he made his way downstairs, Able racing ahead of him with his tail wagging – he did love a chance to do his job.

The prospective intruders were at the back of the house. Ant could see that would make sense from a criminal perspective – it was the farthest point of his house from the road.

But Ant was still confused. If the intruders had spent anything more than five minutes checking his place they would have seen the cameras the police installed around his property after his first attack due to one of his earlier cases, and if they had any sensation in their skin at all, they would feel his wards.

Pausing by his utility room door, Ant tilted his head and then winced as someone let out a muffled yell. “Ouch. Damn it.”

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