Page 62 of Forced Bonds

Our vampire just smiled and left to grab me something. I sat on the couch, Chris joining me, then I grabbed my phone and called Hazi. There wasn’t much battery left, but it should be enough for that one conversation.

“He’s alive!” Hazi screamed into the phone, making Chris wince next to me.

“Har har,” I drawled, smiling from hearing his voice again.

“Do you have any idea of how terrified I was?” He said, sounding a mix of relieved and angry.

“No?”

“Benjamin, you had the most powerful coven of vampires after you, and I found out you’d been taken and tortured. That’s some pretty messed up shit.”

“I know,” I sighed. “Believe me, I would’ve gladly skipped out on the experience.”

“But you’re safe now?” he asked, sounding calmer.

“I am. We moved into the Jevaline coven’s main mansion yesterday. I’ll live here from now on with my mates.”

“I’m happy for you, Benji, even if your choice in partners threw me for a bit. I’d never expected you to end up with a supernatural, certainly not two.”

I chuckled at that. “Believe me, it was like the choice to say no wasn’t even there.”

Chris glared at me, but I just stuck my tongue out at him while I listened to Hazi laugh on the other end.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Christopher

Benji had resigned his position as vampire hunter and it was as if the call with his former boss had been the final thing left before Benji truly let go and just… was. He was currently humming happily as we looked over things for our home. He didn’t want his old things brought here, opting on starting over completely. He had a bike he adored and we would get that picked up and brought here soon. I’d grabbed what I deemed important enough from my house before the meeting and those things were already in our wing, making it feel more like my home now.

“I like this one,” Benji said, pointing to the comfy looking blue velvet armchair on the tablet. Sal had asked us to do this without his influence, mostly because we could see his style clearly already. We didn’t want to change everything, just add to what was already an amazing home, making it completely ours. Benji had been adamant that he needed a chair to read in at night. Sal had a whole living room wall made of bookshelves, and Benji was determined to read his way through them, even if reading hadn’t been a thing he’d done a lot in his life.

“I like that,” I said, smiling when his eyes gleamed happily at that. “I think a soft carpet might be perfect underneath it, to warm your feet at night.”

“You’re right!” He then looked through their carpet selection, grinning when he’d found the perfect one. It was late night now, and we waited for Sal to finish up with Altaur. We all had a meeting with him tomorrow, but Sal had seemed unable to rest not knowing what Altaur wanted to discuss, so we’d not so subtly told him to go seek out our master to hopefully rest his mind a little. That had been over an hour ago.

“You think it’s bad news?” I asked, staring at the door that led to the hallway.

Benji stared in the same direction. “I don’t know.”

We’d told Benji everything that had happened after he’d spoken with Hazi, knowing he needed the details before our meeting tomorrow. It had been a good thing we’d waited until we were somewhere safe for the conversation. Benji had hated hearing it, mostly because he knew how hard it had been for us when he’d been taken. Then we saw him at the brink of death, something I tried not to dwell on myself.

“How long has it been since he fed from us?” Benji asked, his concern only growing.

“I fed him last night after the healers left. He only took enough to not feel hungry, but he needs more to be fully satiated,” I said, thinking about pouncing on him as soon as he returned.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Benji said, standing and discarding his shirt. “We’re going to fuck and then he’ll come in here and we’ll feed him.”

“Um,” I said like a dork.

He raised one questioning brow, both hands on his waistband. “You don’t want to fuck me?” The little minx fucking pouted as he asked that.

I stood, grabbing my mate by his hips, grinding my hardening cock against his groin. “Is this answer enough?” I whispered in his ear, then nibbled on it, making him moan.

Our clothes disappeared in a rush, hands touched and somehow my tongue ended up in his mouth, tangling with his, both of us desperate for the other, seeking the intimacy only mates shared.

The door opened and Sal strode in, freezing in place when he spotted us naked and groping each other in front of the couch. I swore he only blinked and then he was naked, growling as he approached us, his eyes glowing red.

“I think our vampire is hungry,” Benji grinned, holding out his hand for Sal.