by Jools Louise
I felt Ethan tremble, and then he looked up, his face streaked with tears.
“Theo was mean,” he said. “Why was he so mean to us? We did nothing to him.”
“Theo never knew what it was to be kind,” I replied carefully. “I don’t really know his history, but when I first met him, he was uncaring and never changed. He hurt me and Mercer and Sven. He’s hurt us all in one way or another. He can’t hurt you now, though. You have a new family, one who will protect you and fight for you if anyone else ever tries to hurt you.”
Ethan nodded and kissed my cheek, sniffing hard. “I like my new family,” he said. “They’re fun.” He grinned suddenly, shrugging off his sadness, showing the resilience of youth. “I think I’d quite like to live by the ocean.” Then he hopped out of my arms and ran at Mercer, letting out a loud whoop of joy as he piled onto the big vampire’s back and began riding him as though he were a horse.
I chuckled, waved good-bye to my commander, and then left him to fend off the munchkins. He had been insubordinate, after all.
Epilogue
Ethan
I stared out across the sparkling waters of Vancouver’s vast bay, seeing the moonlight glinting off the gentle swell. I heard the lap of the waves rolling onto the beach and spied the masts of a thousand small boats in the marina. This was my favorite time of night, when all was quiet, the bars had mostly cleared out, and the sky was just beginning to lighten behind the muscular mountains that cradled the vibrant city.
Crossroads Tavern was rebuilt, situated in the heart of Vancouver, overlooking the beautiful harbor. After twenty years here, I felt at home in the city. I remembered when we had first arrived, living in a large rented home for several months while the tavern was constructed. My family, the Crossroad Coven, had settled in well…all except my mother, Chloe. I sighed sadly, thinking of her unexpected demise. Unbeknownst to any of us, Theo had delivered a final, killing blow for her defiance. She had been infected with liquid mercury and had become sick soon after we had made the decision to move to the west coast of Canada. She had not survived the transfusion, her body too weak by then to combat the effects and had died in my arms, whispering her love for me. I had grieved for so long, blaming myself and her and Theo and anyone else who came near.
I heard a slight sound and turned to see Julius, looking pensively out to sea.
“It is a beautiful night,” he said quietly, lifting his face to the night breeze, the moonlight reflecting off his stunning mane of silver.
“Yes,” I replied, smiling as I stood up and went to greet him. I hugged him, feeling his love for me, and knew it was time. “Convert me, Julius,” I said, staring into his dark eyes earnestly. “I want to belong.”
“You do belong, Ethan,” he murmured, kissing my forehead gently, gathering me closer and enfolding me in his strong embrace. I felt his hands on my back, soothing me, smelled the heady scent of his essence, uniquely his, and knew I was making the right decision. I had been in love with this man for so long, before I knew what that meant, and now it was time to belong to him—for an eternity.
“Julius, my prince, I am twenty-six now and no child,” I said huskily, closing my eyes as I inhaled his scent. “I know what I’m asking, and god knows I know all about the process.” I heard a startled chuckle and laughed, as well. Living in a vampire coven, it hadn’t taken long to realize what a bunch of sex maniacs they all were. I had been shielded from it all, living in a separate dwelling with my adopted brothers and sisters until I turned twenty-one, and it had been an eye-opener to witness an initiation for the first time. Over the years, the coven had expanded, and we now had forty in our outer circle, including my older siblings. I wanted to be initiated, as well. I was no longer the youngest of the brood and wanted to be treated like an adult now. I was desperate to feel Julius’s arms around me and feel the connection with him. My cock twitched at the thought of making love with him. I wanted him to be my first.
“I know you are not a child,” Julius said, cupping my jaw and tilting my face up to his. His eyes were soft with compassion, but he hesitated still. “I just want to make sure that you are making the right decision.”
“You are not my father, Julius,” I said bluntly. “I’ve never felt like that about you…or any of the others. I have always felt love for you all, but in no way do I think about you as being parents.” He looked a little relieved, as though I had answered a serious concern. “I’ve wanted you for nearly a decade,” I added, blushing a little and ducking my head, avoiding his all-seeing gaze. “I can’t imagine anything better than being converted by you.”
“You wish me to be your sire?” he asked gruffly, one hand moving down to cup my ass, and I moaned at the contact, the feel of his slim hand squeezing my butt making me sweat.
“I do,” I whispered, whimpering as he slid beneath the waistband of my jeans, fingering my rosebud. I gasped aloud when he pushed gently against my virgin rosebud, rubbing it insistently.
“So much fire,” he murmured, sliding his finger past the clenching muscles guarding my hole. I tensed, moaning again at the slight burn, my ass clamping down on the intruder. “I’ll ask again, do you wish me to be your sire?”
I nodded helplessly, and he growled low in his throat, his eyes darkening with desire. “Your wish is granted,” he replied tenderly, kissing me hungrily as he finger fucked my ass with slow, shallow strokes. His fangs nipped at my lower lip, and he sucked at the wound. I cried out, the sound muffled against his soft mouth, and came in my jeans, bucking violently at the force of my release.
I closed my eyes as I was lifted into his arms and felt the wind increase as he carried me home, back to the tavern, through the dark night. We arrived in his inner sanctuary, and I felt him remove my clothing, his lips surrounding my bare dick as he cleansed me in the most intimate of ways.
“I love you, Julius,” I whimpered, beside myself with the intense emotions battering my soul. Love and grief and delight and desire…all mingling together in a heady storm that had me writhing in an agony of bliss.
“And I love you, sweet Ethan,” he replied, drinking my second load as I came again, spurting furiously between his lips.
I felt his fangs sinking into my cock and screamed out in surprise, convulsing at the wave of pleasure that collided through my system, leaving me boneless as it receded. I collapsed, closing my eyes, and felt the bed dip.
“Our youngling wants to join us?” I heard Mercer ask gruffly and tried to open my eyes.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but feel as I felt strong hands caress my body. I scented others as well and finally managed to peer through my lashes, seeing the entire inner circle gathered around. They smiled at me, and I groaned, reaching for them.
“Let us welcome him, then,” Eva murmured as she slid next to me, her soft lips gliding over mine, her breasts pressing against my side.
I gave myself to them, felt their fangs bite deep, and knew the conversion had begun. When I awoke, I would be a vampire. Then, for the first time, I could really start to live. With Julius at my side, I knew I could conquer anything. Then I faded out, thanking them as I sank into blissful slumber.
* * * *
Julius
Ethan rested, and I stared at his lovely face, my heart clenching as I saw the peace there finally. He had endured so much in his short life, and I had felt uneasy about converting him. He had come to us as a child and had become a man…a sexy, beautiful, loving young man. His strength of spirit, his kindness, shone from him, but still I had hesitated to convert him.
My coven had made the decision for me, letting me know that they would love to welcome Ethan to our ranks. He had the makings of a great prince, and I could not deny him the right to that, should he want it. My inner circle lay on the bed, snuggling and kissing as we watched our newest convert sleep. We all loved the youngling so much. I had never considered him a son but a blossoming member of our community. His personal tragedy had given him a resolve and purpose t
hat I admired greatly. I had allowed human surrogates to raise him, separate from the tavern, keeping him shielded as much as possible from what we were. I wanted him to enjoy being human and to experience the world at large before he made any decisions. I had kept my distance, not wanting to influence him unduly and felt so proud of the man he had become. He had finished school and gone on to college, studying music, and was a skilled musician. Two nights a week, he sang at the tavern and generated a healthy following among our human guests…and our not-so-human ones, as well. His call earlier had been something of a surprise, but I had sensed his resolve.
As I watched, he opened his eyes, smiling at me as he reached for me.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his fangs latching on as I fell into his arms and he fed for the first time. I moaned as the connection was secured, sliding inside his moist hole as I began to make love to him again.
“The sex train is in the station,” Daniel teased from the bottom of the bed, and I grinned, laughing breathlessly.
“All aboard,” I retorted…and the orgy began again.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END
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