Page 28 of The Mistress, the Monster and the Marquess

Benedict moved once more, furiously burying himself to the hilt inside his mate, his seed exploding out of him in a volcanic torrent to join the three of them together—forever.

Chapter Fifteen.

Antony’s heart was about to explode. He had never been taken in such a way. It felt like his soul had been stripped bare, and then rebuilt even stronger.

Benedict withdrew from his body.

He winced. That will take some getting used to.

His human mate moved onto the bed, lying beside Antony and putting an arm across his chest, holding him close. The gesture was sweet, endearing, and loving. No one had ever touched him in such a way, not in all his long years.

Antony’s heart swelled anew, but the caution that came with heartbreak and age told him to check before he committed himself too fully. He turned his head and asked the question that would secure or destroy his future happiness. “Tell me what you saw.”

Benedict tilted his head up and kissed him on the lips, the gesture again gentle, and loving. Then he laid his head down on Antony’s shoulder and cuddled in like he intended to stay there forever. “I saw you making love to a black-haired, blue-eyed woman. I think she must have been your maker.”

Antony’s body began to tremble uncontrollably, the moment even more shocking than he had anticipated. I’ve found my mate, my true blood mate! He could be whole again.

Lina moved down onto Antony’s other side, cradling his head to her beautiful bare breast. “It’s all right my love. It’s all right,” she whispered to him as his life changed forever.

Benedict gripped him harder.

Antony shook with sobs as red tears poured down his face. He didn’t even try to control them or stop the flow. He needed the release too much. He needed to be free of the burden he’d been carrying to make way for this new paradise his heart had found.

Minutes passed and his tears dried up, the emptiness inside him slowly filling up with light. The rest of his life awaited him, what were they waiting for? He turned toward Benedict and wrapped an arm around his human. “Benedict, we will turn you as soon as possible.”

Antony began kissing his new mate, along his jawline and down his throat. Now that his quest for confirmation had been achieved, his arousal was flooding him all over again. Benedict smelled divine. He always did, his blood and scent were custom made for him and Lina. But his scent mixed with the smell of sex and cum was absolutely intoxicating.

He let his hand stray to Benedict’s hip and moved across to the now soft flesh. This man had a beautiful cock, thick and a perfect length. Antony’s ass was a little sore, but he would swear that even after five hundred years, his last orgasm had been his best ever. The emotional release afterward had only sweetened and enhanced his surreal pleasure. The tears had been cathartic to his tortured soul.

“I don’t want to be turned yet, Antony,” said Benedict gently.

Antony froze and looked up. He couldn’t have heard what he thought he had. “Pardon?”

Benedict rolled away from him with a sigh and got off the bed. He walked across the room to his breeches and pulled them on.

Antony missed his nakedness instantly and clenched his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching across the room and stripping Benedict once again. When they were all vampires, they would lock themselves into a room and stay naked forever. Someone would bring them a human to eat on occasion, but it would no longer dominate Antony’s thoughts. He had two people to pleasure forever now.

“I know you both want me to stay with you forever. And I will, I want to. But I don’t wish to become a vampire just yet,” Benedict explained.

No! Antony released an animal-like growl and flew at his mate. Blind with anger and fear, he extended his fangs, gripped his Benedict about the waist and connected with his neck—hard. He felt a moment’s regret at his sheer level of brutality as Benedict groaned. But Antony continued to feed, past caring as Benedict’s sweet blood flooded his body like a tidal wave of sinful joy. He would turn his mate now and damn the consequences.

He felt Lina move, her fear and anger flowing over him.

She was screaming at him.

But he couldn’t stop, this was too important. Not just for him, but for the three of them. He couldn’t let Benedict grow old or get injured before he was turned!

Benedict reached up and threaded his fingers through Antony’s hair.

The gentle touch made Antony moan as he feasted on the most delicious blood of his life. Even Malcolm’s didn’t compare.

“Antony if you force this on me... I won’t stay mated to you...”

True fear ripped through him as Benedict’s words registered. God, no. That would be worse than dying again. It took all his strength, but he pulled his fangs out just before the point of no return and stepped back, horrified at what he’d done.

Benedict started to slide to the floor.

Antony reached out and caught his cold body against him. A wave of guilt he hadn’t felt the like of in a hundred years beat down on him. He swung Benedict up into his arms and placed him gently back on the bed.

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