"How long are we going to stay here?"
Dylan shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure. This is Gideon Channing's territory. We'll need to speak with him."
"Is he in charge of us?"
"No." Dylan shook his head. "But he is the Alpha of this city, and we need to show him respect. Now that you're a paranormal, there are certain rules and protocols that need to be followed."
"And you'll teach me everything I need to know?"
"Of course."
Dylan opened the back door and escorted Emmett into the house. He closed it behind them and clicked the lock into place. Dylan walked up the stairs, careful not to make a sound so not to disturb the other residents. When they were back inside their temporary bedroom, Dylan closed the door.
Emmett nipped the lobe of Dylan's ear and whispered, "I wanna suck your cock. I can't stop thinking about it."
Dylan shuddered. "I'm all yours."
He removed his sweatpants, dropping the material to the floor. Dylan pulled the blankets back and climbed onto the bed. Lying on his back, Dylan stared at Emmett as he started to masturbate, putting on a show for his True Match.
"Do you want to suck me, love?" he rasped out, his tone deep.
Emmett nodded. He stared at Dylan's cock as if he were somehow hypnotized. Emmett followed each stroke, his eyes glued to Dylan's every move. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Emmett licked his lips before he kicked off his sweatpants. The man crawled up the mattress, his mouth open and ready.
Emmett moved his way up Dylan's body, placing a trail of hot kisses and love bites along the way. Dylan's cock twitched in anticipation as Emmett's mouth moved closer. Emmett stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of Dylan's erection, pulling a droplet of pre-cum into his mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base of Dylan's shaft, steadying his erection as he wrapped his mouth around the cockhead. Soft lips and a talented tongue worked enthusiastically around Dylan's shaft.
"Mmm," Dylan groaned, his eyes rolling back. Lifting a hand, Dylan carefully caressed Emmett's head, running his fingers through the man's hair, combing back the strands.
Emmett's tongue danced over Dylan's cock, licking and stroking his length. He grazed a sharp fang along Dylan's shaft, drawing blood. Dylan sucked in a sharp breath. Having Emmett feed from his erection turned him on and made his cock ache with need. He knew it might be twisted, but Emmett's mouth was pure heaven.
Emmett looked up at Dylan as if he were unsure of what to do. His eyes were pleading as he waited for Dylan to say something.
"It's okay, love." Dylan cupped his cheek. "Keep going."
With a nod, Emmett opened his mouth. Dylan felt Emmett's warm, moist breath as he stretched his lips around the head of Dylan's shaft, enveloping him once again. Then, Emmett slowly sank his fangs into his flesh.
"Ah … God!" Dylan shouted. He hovered at the edge of release, using all his control to hold back. He didn't want to come, not yet. His balls drew up, and Dylan struggled to remain in control.
I will not come. I will not come. I will not come.
"Fuck," he panted as Emmett sucked.
This was, without a doubt, the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. His True Match was making one of his most erotic fantasies come true. Dylan jerked his hips upward. He could feel Emmett pulling the blood from his veins.
Emmett moaned. He moved his hand up and down, jacking Dylan off while he fed. Emmett sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing out. Pressure pooled at the base of Dylan's spine, his release rushing toward him like a freight train. He wanted it to last longer, but he didn't have the strength to hold out. He couldn't.
"Fuck!" Heat exploded, radiating out from his cock.
His shaft pulsed against Emmett's tongue as he came. Head spinning, Dylan felt as though his body was floating away.
Emmett licked Dylan's cock clean. He placed a kiss on the bite marks and grinned. "You're so yummy."
Dylan's lips twitched, and he chuckled. He grabbed hold of Emmett and pulled him up his body. Dylan wrapped his arms around his True Match, holding him in a tight embrace, cuddling.
"Sweet dreams, love," Dylan whispered. He kissed Emmett's forehead and closed his eyes, falling fast asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Emmett belonged to Dylan. There was no doubt about it. The two of them had fallen into an amazing routine, most of it revolving around sex and blood. He couldn't seem to get enough, and Dylan had no problem making sure Emmett was completely satisfied. Dylan also showed Emmett all his abilities as a vampire. With his newfound strength, speed, and power, Emmett was learning how to adapt to his new life as a paranormal.
Emmett and Dylan had been staying at one of the smaller houses on the pack's property for the last few weeks. After that first night, the Alpha thought the two of them could use some privacy, and he was right. Since then, Emmett had met most of the shifters and their vampire mates. The group welcomed him in with open arms, making him feel as though he were part of their family, as if he belonged.
After the dust had settled around the city of New Orleans and the police presence was scaled back, they met to have a candlelight vigil outside of the Silver Bullet. A lot of people showed up, standing shoulder to shoulder in a circle around the condemned club. Bouquets of flowers, balloons, and stuffed animals littered the ground around the base of the busted-down walls. It was a memorial to those who had been killed and injured during the explosion.
"What are you going to do with the Silver Bullet?" Emmett asked the Alpha, Gideon Channing.
Emmett had been to the club a few times since being assigned to the New Orleans FBI field office. He hoped the Alpha would rebuild it to its former glory.
"We're closing it down. It's over."
Emmett brows furrowed. "You don't want to rebuild the club?"
"There's been too much death." Gideon sighed, his eyes full of grief and pain. "The pack voted. We've decided that it's time to move on. I loved this club. I met my mate here, and so have many others from my pack, but it's time to close the doors. There's no way I could rebuild and throw a party knowing that innocent people were killed and even more were injured. It's not a safe place, not anymore."
Emmett didn't know how to respond. He tried to find the right words, searching desperately for something to say, but he drew a blank. Emmett just stood there, hoping his silent support was enough. Nobody spoke. Everyone simply stood around, crying and consoling one another. The whole thing was tragic. It reminded Emmett of how fragile life was.
He felt Dylan's presence before he saw him. His True Match stepped up beside him and wrapped a strong arm around Emmett's waist, pulling him in close to his side.
"I'm sorry I took so long. Max wanted to talk to me about a new case. He's pissed, and he's on a flight heading to Europe." Dylan blew out a heavy breath. "How are you holding up, love?"
"Do you miss it? New York? The FPA?" he asked, speaking in hushed tones.
Emmett wasn't sure if he wanted to return to the FBI. He'd emailed his supervisor and was now on an extended leave until he made the decision to resign. In truth, Emmett didn't know what he wanted to do anymore. He wasn't the same man he'd been before the transition. His life no longer revolved around his job. Being a vampire had changed him, but it was more than that. It was Dylan.
"I've never been happier than I am when I'm with you."
Looking up at the other man, Emmett got lost in Dylan's beautiful eyes. "We belong together. I've never been surer of anything in my life. I love you."
Dylan placed a chaste kiss on Emmett's lips and whispered, "I love you, too."
Hearing those words made Emmett's heart soar. He knew what Dylan was giving up by staying in New Orleans. He could feel his True Match's emotions. His lover missed his life, career, and family.
"I think you miss being an FPA agent." When Dylan opened his mouth to object, Emmett continued. "I know you were willing to stay here for me, and I appreciate that, but my life has changed. I've changed. I'm not the same person I was before. And I think it's time to move on."
Dylan stared at him intently. He looked uncomfortable, and Emmett could see that his True Match was hiding something from him. Emmett grasped Dylan's hand and led away from the crowd to give them some privacy.
"What's wrong?" he asked, brows drawn together.
"I broke our laws when I changed you into a vampire."
"Oh, wow," Emmett whispered, stumbling back. He'd never expected to hear that. "So that's why you don't want to go back home. You're staying in New Orleans to protect me from the FPA. What will they do if they find out that you made me into a vampire?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I haven't given it much thought. It's an old law that was put into effect to protect humans. Vampires were turning them, and most of the humans died during the transitions. Their bodies couldn't handle the change."