Dylan blew out a harsh breath. He walked down the hallway, and Emmett trailed after him. When they reached the master bedroom, Dylan sat Emmett down on the edge of the bed. He paced around the room without saying a word, as if trying to collect his thoughts.
"I'm not going to lie to you, Flowers." Dylan stopped pacing. He dropped to his knees in front of Emmett, placing his hands by Emmett's thighs. Emmett spread his legs apart, making room for Dylan, and Dylan moved closer. "He was someone that I cared about. We were in a relationship for many years. He died. And, before you ask, no, I never thought about changing him into a vampire. I couldn't tie us together, not when I was waiting for my True Match."
"I'm sorry." Emmett felt guilty for being jealous. He knew Dylan loved him. He could feel it in his soul. He never should've allowed himself to feel a moment of jealousy.
"I've been in relationships. I've had sex. I've been alive for a long time, and through it all, I've been waiting for you."
He reached out and cupped Dylan's face. "I've been waiting for you, too."
Emmett pressed their lips together, melting into the kiss. He moved his hands down Dylan's neck and grasped the collar of his T-shirt. With one yank, he ripped the material apart. Dylan rose to his feet and pulled Emmett with him.
"Naked," Dylan growled.
Emmett grinned. He toed off his shoes and stripped down, carelessly tearing off his clothes.
* * * *
As soon as Emmett was naked, Dylan grabbed his True Match and flipped the man over, tossing him playfully onto the bed. Emmett landed face first on a pile of blankets and started laughing. He attempted to roll over, but Dylan stopped him with a simple command. "Stay."
"Yes, sir," Emmett replied, his tone teasing.
Emmett pressed his chest down against the bed, arms in front of him, and raised his perfectly sculpted ass up. Dylan growled. He spread his knees apart for good measure, exposing his tight rosette for Dylan's viewing pleasure. Emmett moaned, rolling his hips, rocking back and forth.
Emmett whimpered. "Please, don't make me wait. I need you." He spread his knees wider.
"I always give you what you need, love."
Dylan grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and tossed it beside his lover. He climbed on the bed and knelt behind Emmett. He cupped the man's meaty ass cheeks, kneading the flesh. Dylan waited, letting the anticipation build. He knew how much Emmett hated waiting, but it made the release so much sweeter, especially when his True Match begged.
"Dylan," he growled.
He leaned down and pressed his face into the crease of Emmett's ass. Dylan lashed Emmett's hole with his tongue, coating the rosette in a thick layer of saliva.
Emmett moaned. "Oh God." His muscles flexed, and his asshole fluttered. Emmett swiveled his hips, pushing back before moving forward, humping the soft blanket underneath him.
Dylan tightened his grip, roughly palming Emmett's cheeks as he held him place. With his tongue, Dylan circled Emmett's hole, drawing out a variety of shapes. He alternated speeds, adding more stimulation. He spit and licked, using every trick he knew to drive his lover wild. Emmett clawed at the sheets and babbled nonsensical words as he begged and pleaded for more.
Emmett was panting, repeating, "Please," again and again.
Dylan put a finger into his mouth, getting it nice and wet before slowly penetrating Emmett's ass. Dylan moved his digit, stretching him nice and easy before adding another finger.
"Dylan!" he shouted. "Fuck me."
Dylan grabbed the bottle of lube. He flicked open the lid and squeezed the slippery substance on his shaft before tossing the bottle aside. Gripping Emmett's hip with his left hand, Dylan wrapped his right hand around the base of his shaft. He pressed the head of his shaft against Emmett's hole and applied some pressure. His cock eased into the man's body, slowly sinking deeper and deeper, inch by inch. When he was buried balls deep inside his mate, Dylan paused.
"Ah God," Dylan groaned. "You feel so good."
Emmett moaned.
Dylan looked down at where their bodies were connected. He pulled his hips backward, watching his cock pull free before slowly pushing forward, burying his length once more. He started a slow rhythm, building up speed. Each thrust was deeper, harder. With each drive of his hips, Dylan let his control slip away. He moved faster, fucking Emmett with long, deep strokes.
"Dylan … oh God … Dylan … " Emmett cried out.
Emmett matched him stroke for stoke. He moved, pushing his ass back, racing toward his release. Together they found a steady rhythm. The sounds of Emmett's pleasure spurred Dylan on. He thrust, deeper and deeper, driving his shaft in and out of Emmett's ass.
"I'm gonna … Dylan!" Emmett cried out his name as he came.
His inner muscles spasmed, milking Dylan's cock. Dylan's hips jerked, and his muscles tensed. His release soon followed. He yelled out, shouting his lover's name as he came. His seed shot from him, pumping into Emmett, marking and claiming his True Match.
Chapter Fifteen
At sunset, when they were both spent, Emmett fell limp against Dylan. He wrapped his arms around Emmett's waist and carefully maneuvered the man so that they were both lying comfortably on the bed. He pulled the blankets up, covering his True Match.
"I love you," Emmett said on a yawn.
"I love you, too," he whispered.
Dylan lifted his right arm and presented his wrist to his True Match, pressing the throbbing vein against Emmett's lips. Emmett opened his mouth. He raked his sharp fangs against Dylan's skin before sinking the points into the vein. Emmett moaned as he fed, gently suckling.
"Take what you need, love." Dylan stroked his hand through Emmett's hair, combing his fingers through the strands.
Emmett retracted his teeth. He licked Dylan's wrist, sealing the bite marks. "Thank you."
Dylan kissed his cheek. "You don't need to thank me, love. Get some sleep. I know you're tired."
Emmett nodded. He yawned and shifted, pressing his back firmly against Dylan's chest. Dylan wrapped both of his arms around Emmett, holding his True Match in a tight embrace.
It didn't take long for Emmett's breathing to change. His body relaxed in Dylan's arms, signaling that he'd fallen asleep. Dylan held his lover, listening to each breath he took. The sound gave him a sense of peace and reminded him why he'd come back home. After several minutes, Dylan slowly eased out of bed, carefully extracting his arms so that he wouldn't wake Emmett.
Making his way into the adjoining bathroom, Dylan grabbed a soft washcloth. He turned on the tap and held it under the faucet until the water was warm. Dylan squeezed out excess moisture before strolling back into the bedroom.
He lifted the blankets and wiped Emmett's crease and thighs, removing the lubricant and spunk. He wanted Emmett to be able to rest comfortably. When he was finished, Dylan tossed the washcloth into a nearby laundry basket. He covered Emmett back up, tucking the blankets around his still sleeping form.
Dylan took a minute to look at the man he loved. He leaned down and pressed his lips against Emmett's forehead. "I will always love you," he whispered.
He wanted to climb back into bed with Emmett and fall asleep, but there was something else he needed to take care of first. Dylan reluctantly stepped away, heading back to the bathroom. He grabbed his cell phone from his discarded jeans lying on the floor before closing the door on a soft click. Dylan sent a group text message to the other agents, calling an emergency meeting. When the message went through, he laid the device on the counter.
Dylan stepped inside the tiled shower stall. He turned the water on and let it pour down over his head. The chill instantly woke him up, allowing Dylan to focus. When the water warmed up, Dylan closed his eyes and lifted his face up into the spray. He soaped up and rinsed off, going through the motions without much thought. When he was done, Dylan shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel from the rack and dried off. He got dressed and left the bedroom, leaving Emmett asleep in their bed.
Dylan walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the wall filled with memories. He'd been holding on to the past for a long time, but now, he was ready to let go. It was time to say good-bye. He wanted new memories with Emmett. Dylan reached out and started removing the photographs one by one, collecting them all.
Dylan held the stack of pictures. He strode to the kitchen and opened the cupboard underneath the sink, dumping the pile into a metal trashcan. He thought he might feel a pang of sadness, guilt, or even regret, but he didn't.
Turning on his heel, Dylan left the condo.
He didn't want to leave Emmett behind, but he needed to talk with the other agents without any distraction. It was time to tell the whole story. In truth, Dylan wasn't worried about a punishment. He'd chosen life over death. He would accept any consequences the other agents deemed fit for his actions.