Page 41 of Habibi: Always and Forever

“Assholes,” Anthony replied. “Does he have a name?”

Lillian and Freddie locked eyes before Lillian shook her head. “We found him after they were all dead. There was no one left to ask. He didn’t have a collar.”

“We could call him Dog,” Freddie said, picking up the furry monster in his arms. “There aren’t any others here.”

“Absolutely not! What’s wrong with you?” Anthony sprang from his comfy chair, striding toward his ingrate of a husband, although the adorable scene in front of him drained some of the ire out of him. “He needs a proper name. One that fits him.”

Freddie shrugged, and Lillian walked away, not saying a word. Anthony had gotten used to her noping out when she didn’t give a shit. At this point, he found it endearing.

“How about Dracula? Little Doggy Dracula!”

Freddie let out a negative grunt. Anthony tried again.

“Bloody? Bloody the Bloodhound.”

Freddie’s eyes narrowed. “He’s not a bloodhound. He’s a lab.”

“Well, obviously, but…” Anthony sighed. No one around here had any imagination. He attempted a third go. “I have it. What about Ben?”

Freddie’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why Ben?”

“Oh, you know, Big Ben! It’ll remind you of home. Also, wasn’t Benjamin Cullen a character in one of those movies, you know?—”

“No!” Freddie barked. “No talking about the sparkly vampire movies.” Freddie stared down at the adoring pup in his arms. “Ben isn’t bad, though. Are you a Ben?”

The wriggly dog yipped and gave Freddie’s face a long, wet lick. Anthony couldn’t help but grin at the pair.

“Come on, let’s make a cozy nest for him. Ben will be a hit with everyone, I have no doubt.”

After they created an impromptu dog bed in the corner, declaring they’d decide the next morning if Ben needed a crate, they sat on the floor on either side of their new pup, gently stroking his fur.

The sight of Freddie being so tender with the dog warmed Anthony’s heart. It also warmed other parts of him.

When the sound of tiny, adorable snores rose from Ben’s relaxed form, Anthony reached out and stroked Freddie’s powerful jaw. His emerald eyes sparkled in the dim light.

“Let’s go to bed.”

For the first time in their entire relationship, Freddie hesitated when given the chance of bedroom funtimes with Anthony. Instead, he gazed down at Ben, whose legs twitched in his doggy dream.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Freddie whispered, not taking his eyes off the sweet creature. The worry in Freddie’s voice made Anthony melt.

“I think he’ll be fine,” Anthony replied, then leaned forward and bestowed a cloud-like, barely there kiss on Freddie’s lips. “And there’s a whole high-rise full of vampires who will give him anything he could wish for.”

After a moment, Freddie nodded, and in a blur, they were in their bedroom.

Freddie had swept Anthony in his arms and traveled at top speed, the kind of acceleration only a hundreds-year-old vampire could manage.

Freddie set Anthony down on the bed, but he immediately stood up and gestured for Freddie to lie down instead.

“You deserve a reward. On your back, hottie.”

Freddie was sliding up onto the light blue coverlet even as he questioned Anthony’s reasoning. “What have I done to merit a reward?” he intoned in his ridiculously sexy British accent.

Anthony ran the tip of his tongue over his lips. How did this man continue to be so freaking hot after all this time?

“First off, you were vulnerable enough to understand you needed a little guy like Ben in your life. Second, you can’t help but be absolutely adorable with him. And that does things to me.”

Freddie raised both eyebrows in response, but before he could say anything, Anthony barked out, “Clothes off!” He was not letting Freddie get distracted, and he would not allow him to take control.

This was Anthony’s reward to give, and Anthony would be in charge of the torture. Torture? Pleasure. Torture-pleasure.

In a blur of vampire-enhanced movement, Freddie’s clothes were gone in an instant, leaving only his hard, naked body behind. Anthony couldn’t help but drink in his love’s gorgeous form.

The man was built, with acres of pale, freckled skin stretched over solid muscle. Anthony’s throat tightened, the pleasurable haze of arousal spreading throughout his body and mind as he took in the sight of his husband. His Freddie.

By the looks of things, Freddie was also turned on.

Although he was draped across the bed with studied nonchalance, his arms folded behind his head, his huge, his hardening cock showed his attitude was anything but casual.

Anthony’s gaze went right to the trail of red hair leading down his stomach to the monster between his legs.

When he’d been human, Anthony had always scoffed at porn filled with enormous dicks. How inconvenient for actual sex! But now that he had Freddie, as well as a vampire’s enhanced physical abilities, he loved the sight of his mate’s huge cock.

Also, when he was human, he’d been a top. How things change…

Anthony wrenched his attention back to the sexy redheaded vampire in front of him, and to his plans. He was still dressed in the lavender button-down and charcoal trousers he’d worn earlier in his voice studio. It was time for a show.

He unbuttoned the first button on the shirt, locking eyes with Freddie, allowing every ounce of his lust to flow through his gaze. “I’m going to drive you crazy, and you’re going to stay right there while I do it.”

Freddie growled, but didn’t move, although his cock twitched and bounced. A surge of satisfaction poured into Anthony as he saw the power he had over his vampire. He unbuttoned two more buttons.

“Why prolong this?” Freddie said, his voice low and enticing. “You know you want to ride my cock. To prove how good you can be for me.”

Anthony shook his head, then unbuttoned the last few buttons. “I’m worth the wait, baby,” he said, as he slipped off the shirt and brushed a hand over his right nipple. Electricity pulsed from the touch, and he imagined Freddie sucking hard at his nipples.

No. Not yet.

Freddie was having a similarly difficult time holding back, if the fire in his eyes was any sign. It drove Anthony on, as he turned his back to Freddie and slipped his pants over his bouncy, round ass.

He knew his ass was perfect. When he was human, many a hookup had commented on what a shame it was he wouldn’t bottom while in possession of such a beautiful posterior.

Now that he’d found the vampire that made him want to bottom, that, in fact, made him hungry for bottoming, he loved to tease Freddie with it.

Which he was doing very well right now. As he slowly revealed his ass crack, he heard Freddie’s sharp intake of breath, and Anthony let out a moan. So soft. Just the slightest sound, enough to show his mate exactly how much pleasure he was going to get from riding that cock.

“Like what you see?” Anthony asked, sliding his pants and underwear down to the floor and stepping out of them. He didn’t even have to turn around. He could sense Freddie’s eyes boring into him.

“Your ass is amazing.” Freddie’s voice rumbled in his chest, and at the sound, a drop of precum dripped from the tip of Anthony’s painfully hard dick.

“The best there is, baby. Now, stay right where you are.”

Anthony stepped forward a few feet to the dresser, a sturdy piece of furniture of dark-stained cedar Freddie loved.

He would never understand his mate’s obsession with antiques, but he had to admit some of them were quite beautiful.

He opened the top drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, squeezing it into his right hand.

“Let me…” Freddie’s voice trailed off as Anthony bent over the dresser and spread his legs, sticking his ass out as far as it would go.

“I told you, your job is to watch.”

Anthony circled his hole before plunging his index finger in and letting out a loud groan. Normally, the thought of Freddie opening him up would drive him crazy, but tonight the idea of forcing Freddie to watch him prep himself was turning him on even more.

He dragged a finger over his prostate, shuddering and moaning again, before adding a second finger, and then a third.

Freddie was growling uncontrollably now, and Anthony knew it was only force of will keeping him glued to the bed. The man was battling his demon, the vampire inside wanting to take, to claim, to bite.

The sound of rustling sheets made Anthony glance backward at his man, only to see Freddie practically vibrating with muscle tension.

“Keep. Your hands. Behind. Your head.”

Anthony was ready. But he would not rush this. Not yet. He sauntered back to his redheaded vampire’s side. Freddie’s fangs had dropped, and Anthony loved the gleam of the moonlight off their tips. He had a feral look in his eyes, but somehow he stayed frozen in place.

Still not touching him, Anthony straddled his mate, hovering over him as he faced the foot of his bed. A whimper escaped Freddie’s lips, and Anthony thrilled at the thought of Freddie, desperate to reach out for the beautiful ass he was presenting to him.

“No, no, no,” Anthony said teasingly, even as he gyrated his hips and jiggled his ass cheeks. “No touching.”

Then, without giving it a second thought, he hovered his hole right above the tip of Freddie’s enormous cock, and slammed down, taking the whole thing inside of himself.

Freddie roared. It was the cry of a hunting beast, a lion tearing into its prey. But Anthony would give him no time to dwell on it. He was in charge, and there was no savoring here. He slid his ass up and down, moaning as the head of Freddie’s cock went deeper and deeper inside of him.

Freddie was shaking now, and Anthony loved it. Loved the power. Loved that his mate, usually the one in control, could barely hold it together.

Over and over Anthony enveloped him. He gripped Freddie’s shins as he increased the tempo, the haze of lust taking over at the sound of Freddie’s breaths getting faster and faster.

He needed to be filled with his mate’s cum. There was nothing he loved more than being marked and claimed by Freddie.

“Give it to me,” Anthony said to his now-speechless lover. “Every drop. I need it.”

Freddie howled with desire and frustration, somehow still keeping his hands behind his head, letting Anthony dictate every moment. And Anthony could sense it—the impending orgasm, Freddie’s dick twitching and convulsing inside of him, right on the edge.

“Bite me!” Anthony commanded, and then arched his back, leaning backwards even as Freddie tilted his pelvis up. As the warm release filled Anthony up, Freddie clamped down on his neck.

Freddie’s fangs punctured his skin and Anthony’s orgasm exploded out of him, covering his stomach and chest in his cum.

Freddie’s hands were on him now, one on his shoulder holding his neck in place, and one wrapped around his waist as Freddie continued to drive into him, the hulking coven master still filling him with his seed.

It was a good thing Anthony was a vampire. As a human, being bent back like this would have dislocated his knees.

The two of them shuddered together as their orgasms subsided, and Anthony shifted, turning over and burying his face in Freddie’s neck. Freddie licked at the puncture wounds on Anthony’s neck, which were practically closed already, as Anthony continued to shake with subsiding pleasure.

“You are a marvel,” Freddie whispered, his low, gruff voice causing Anthony’s cock to twitch in a vain attempt to harden again.

“I love you. Did you like your reward?” Anthony breathed in the man’s intoxicating scent, earthy with a hint of cinnamon.

“I love you,” Freddie said, trailing a couple of gentle kisses across the top of Anthony’s head. “And it was perfect. Although I’m not exactly sure what I’m being rewarded for.”

Anthony ran his hand down Freddie’s side, reveling in the texture of his smooth skin. “For being you. For loving so intensely under that steely demeanor of yours. For not losing track of who you are. The silent, protective bodyguard I fell for.”

Freddie hummed, and they lay there in silence for a few moments until an urgent scratch against their door interrupted them.

Anthony locked eyes with Freddie before they used their vampire speed to clean up and throw on underwear. Freddie went to the door and knelt on the floor as he opened it.

The sweet dog on the other side burst through, jumping into Freddie’s arms and covering him in kisses.

“He loves you almost as much as I do,” Anthony said. He wasn’t lying. Ben had recognized what Anthony always knew—underneath that deadly exterior was a heart that cared deeply.

He was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of how lucky he’d been to find his mate.

Ben wriggled out of Freddie’s hug and jumped onto the bed, sniffing around for a minute before nosing his way beneath the covers and plastering himself to Anthony’s side.

“We won’t have much privacy if Ben decides this bed belongs to him,” Freddie said, lying down next to Anthony and his new pup.

“That’s okay,” Anthony said as he ran his hand down the smooth hair of Ben’s back. “Ben’s part of our family now.”

As the words left his mouth, Anthony was struck by just how true they were. Freddie was his family, and now Ben was as well. As were all the other vampires in their coven. The best family one could wish for.