Page 6 of Crimson Everlasting
Emrys felt the large fingers pressing his hole, testing and massaging, and then suddenly and deliciously breaking through. His fingers were slippery and slid inside easily. First there was one and then two, and then there Trent was stretching him, forcing him open with a hard, rhythmic thrust.
Emrys held Trent’s shoulders and rocked his hips back and forth, working Trent's finger deeper and experiencing a trembling heat of explosive pleasure. His hands were skilled, and his fingers were masterful as they worked him and prepared him. He could feel Trent’s large cock pressing against him and ached to have him inside.
Trent made fast work of preparing him, clearly just as on edge as Emrys. He lifted him slightly and positioned himself, and just like that, he sank slowly inside Emrys' stretched hole. The feeling was out of this world. Emrys felt his eyes roll back in his head as the length and girth filled him, stretching him tight.He held on and was secure between Trent and the wall, his legs holding Trent in a vise-like grip.
He felt Trent’s lips skimming lightly across the overheated flesh on his shoulder, and then he felt a light nip. Trent had bitten him. He was tasting him, not feeding, but taking a taste, and Emrys sensed that he was pleased. "You're delicious, my love. I want to eat you up." He said, and Emrys laughed softly, enjoying the sexy play.
Trent began to slam inside over and over as he continued to trail kisses across Emry's shoulder and neck. "Come for me, baby," Trent commanded and sped up his thrust, and Emrys had to tighten his hold in order to hold on, gripping and digging his fingers into Trent's shoulders while pressing his heels into the small of his back. The ride was fantastic.
Emrys felt the pressure building and the sensations raging through him, stiffening and tightening his reactions. The climax was coming, and he could feel Trent rising to his own finish. Trent pounded inside, gripping Emrys tight, and then came with an intense growl that emerged from the depths of his soul. The emotions flooding between them were powerful.
Emrys exploded, spreading warm seed between them, covering his lover in his seed and feeling the heat of Trent's essence filling him. The moment was charged with a feeling, a finality, and an enthusiasm that made his entire body shake. This was a connection unlike any other. This bond was fated. He recognized this union and the thought of what this meant to him and to Trent was miraculous. He was not going to be alone in his new beginning.
CHAPTER FOUR
Trent closed his eyes and held his breath as the full experience washed over him like a raging river. This was his beloved, and the urge to claim to sink his teeth into the tender flesh beneath his hungry lips was almost too much to bear, but he held himself and he resisted.
His love was not ready and not prepared. They needed to talk, and he needed to be completely honest. Emrys’ needs and desires mirrored his own, so he was pretty confident things would go well if he took his time and handled things correctly.
They both gradually came down from the euphoric high, and Trent took a deep breath, breathing in the sweet scent of his beloved, letting it sink in and take root in his heart and soul. "So beautiful." He muttered and rested his head against Emrys's shoulder.
"So handsome," Emrys whispered back. Trent wrapped his arms around him and carried him to the bedroom. Emrys had taken a suite with a private bedroom and attached bath. He gently placed him onto the bed and then went to the bath and came back with a warm, wet washcloth.
Trent cleaned them both up, taking special care with his amazing little beloved. Emrys watched him but did not stop him or try to interfere. He seemed to appreciate the attention, and Trent had plenty to give. He finished and tossed the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom before joining Emrys on the bed.
Emrys grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered them both as Trent arranged the pillows and took Emrys into his arms. "I get the feeling that you have things to tell me," Emrys said after a few minutes of silence that hung heavily in the air.
“I have a feeling you know more than you're saying." Trent trailed his fingertips down Emrys' bare chest, loving the feeling and the way Emrys’ breath caught in his throat. A soft sigh was followed by a teasing glance.
“We both have secrets, my love." He said and leaned over, taking his lips in a soft, explorative kiss, sinking deep and pulling him close.
"Do you know what I am?" Trent lay his head on the pillow he shared with Emrys and waited for a response. Emrys' lovely green eyes traveled his face over and over again, and a slight smile graced his lips.
Emrys nodded without saying and then went on to explain. "I'm human, thoroughly human, but also enchanted. I don’t know how it happens or how they chose, but the enchantment occurs out of the blue, with no warning and no explanations. It just happens.” Trent listened but wasn’t grasping exactly what he was referring to.
"I know that you're a vampire. I recognized it in your features when you confronted Mr. Grant. God, you're handsome." He added with emphasis, and Trent felt himself blush. “I’m fairly confident that the Crimson Corporation isactually the Crimson Coven and Alexander Stone is Master Alexander Stone. I'm familiar with covens, although I've kept myself apart from the paranormal world.”
“You are absolutely right," Trent told him and cupped his cheek, running his thumb over his cheekbone and loving the soft warmth beneath his touch. “What is your enchantment, sweetheart, and why have you kept yourself apart?" Emrys didn't answer immediately; he closed his eyes, seemingly enjoying how Trent was stroking his cheek. After a minute or so, he opened his eyes and held Trent’s gaze.
“There are very few of us in the world. It happens when events and circumstances align, and no one knows exactly what those events and circumstances are." He was struggling, and Trent did not push; he stayed silent, attentive, and waited. “Have you heard of the everlastings?”
“Just recently, there was talk of such beings; some thought them to be myth, and others swore they were real.”
“Do you believe?”
“I didn’t have an opinion at the time, but it wouldn't surprise me that such beings exist." Trent smiled. "Are you an everlasting Emrys? Is that why you seem so mature for such a young man?” Trent had suspected there was more to his beauty than there appeared, and the fact that he was fully aware of the supernatural was going to make Trent’s life a lot easier.
“I was struck by lightning when I was twenty-five, and that was two hundred and twenty-eight years ago. I was left for dead, but I didn't die. That fact had people treating me like a curse or worse, something demonic, so I quickly took off.” Trent listened, a little shocked by the age and thoroughly impressed by his ability to thrive under such circumstances.
“I met another like me, his name was Osin, and he brought me to a community. There were twenty-eight of us, and we lived together, supporting and covering for each other. Needless to say, immortality was not looked at as anything but demonic in those days.” He moved closer, and Trent gathered him to his chest, holding him comfortably and securely.
“I left a little over a hundred years ago and started living on my own. I started in Montana, living quietly, and then changed my name and moved to New York, and then I changed my name and moved here. When you never die, it requires a lot of relocating.”
"You've had two reincarnations." Trent clarified, and Emrys nodded. “Vampires go through much the same, but we manage to remain in our homes. The humans don’t look all that close, and we are able to transition with the help of the Coven. Sometimes a high-profile individual has to disappear for a few years.”
"How old are you, Trent?"
“I'm the senior in this relationship, being two hundred and eighty-four years old.” He chuckled, and Emrys kissed him.
