"You beat up that young teller, Alex, out of jealousy." Finnian walked over to stand in front of Jackson, who looked well considering his hospital stay. Jackson looked away and crossed his arms over his chest.
"He was getting in my way. I didn't do anything you wouldn't have done." He barked and took a step back, clearly feeling the danger filling the room.
"There was no cause to be jealous of Alex Stewart. You had no basis for your attack except perhaps you simply didn't like the guy, and that's not a reason to initiate this level of trouble. You act rashly and without reason, and that will not be tolerated." Finnian stared at him for a few seconds, disdain dripping from his features, and then he turned away and headed back toward the door where Karl stood.
Jackson was made to go after him, but then stopped when Karl stepped between them. "Tristan said that Alex survived because one of the bartenders found him. We can just forget this happened." Finnian glanced back over his shoulder at Jackson, his black eyes burning with hatred.
"You brought strife and disorder to my door." He turned back to the door. "You've become an inconvenience. When you're done here, Karl, find Tristan, decide what he knows, and handle it, then find Alex." With that, he walked out into the back lot, leaving Jackson in Karl's capable hands.
"You don't have to do this, Karl." Jackson began to plead.
"You knew the score, and you knew what would happen." Karl was plain and clear, and when Jackson tried to run to his room, Karl had him around the neck before he could take two steps. He held him with his arm around his neck, pressing Jackson's back to his chest, and he kept tightening his hold.
Jackson panicked and flailed at first, scratching and gouging at Karl's arm, but he was no match for a vampire. Jackson knew too much and was presenting himself as an emotional loose cannon, so he had to go.
Karl kept increasing the pressure until Jackson was no longer moving, and his body hung limp. He dragged him over to the center of the room and dropped him onto the large rug. He then put in a call for cleanup. Jackson would disappear completely, and he would likewise be forgotten like so many before him. The Castile Coven handled problems permanently, no half measures and no mercy.
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Alex bathed, and Roman ordered a change of clothes for him so he could feel fresh, and honestly, there wasn't anything Roman wouldn't do for the man. He ordered dinner delivered to the room, an extensive feast this time.
He wanted to make sure Alex was satisfied, and so he ordered steak, potatoes, a variety of vegetables in a variety of sauces, a salad, light soup, a variety of breads, and a variety of pies for dessert. He wasn't sure of his tastes, but he was pretty sure steak was a safe bet.
He had the attendant set it up on the balcony. Roman wasn’t one for special shows of affection, so this was new to him.He wanted this to be nice, and he wanted Alex to be happy. All of this was foreign, but he gave it his best.
They'd covered a lot of ground today, and Alex had been as open-minded about it as one could expect. The awareness was heavy, and it came on fast, but he managed. He hadn't asked many questions, yet Roman assumed he was still processing.
It was late afternoon and probably early for dinner, but Alex hadn’t had much, only the one light meal. He needed to eat to remain strong and to aid in his continued recovery. It also gave Roman a sense of pride to provide for his beloved.
He scented him as soon as he entered the living room. Roman had just put the finishing touches on dinner and had been on the balcony, but Alex's presence was powerful and had a way of calling him to come closer without ever saying a word.
The black pants and cotton button-down looked magnificent on him, just as perfect and sexy as Roman had assumed they would. His hair was still wet and swept back from his face. He looked good enough to eat, and if he didn't have dinner ready, he would be stripping those clothes off and bending him over the counter. His lust must have betrayed him because Alex smiled and commented.
"Look how these pants hug my ass." He turned and patted his ass, and Roman was on him in an instant, and Alex erupted into giggles.
Roman bent him over the counter just as he had imagined and started peeling those sexy black pants down to his thighs. Thankfully, Alex was not wearing underwear, making the entire process so much easier. "I forbid you to ever wear undergarments unless it's a G-string."
"I can do that." He agreed easily, and for that, Roman gave him a firm slap to the right cheek and then rubbed the painaway. Alex squirmed and moaned, then lay out on the counter and stuck his ass in the air.
“You like that.” Roman crooned and slapped the other cheek, and again rubbed out the pain.
"Yeah, it's kinky and hot." Alex was playing with fire, but Roman figured he already knew that. He was learning Roman’s buttons and wasn’t afraid to push them. Roman pushed down his own pants and pulled his now hard cock out and stroked it several times.
"Don't tease me like that, Roman," Alex whined as he looked back over his shoulder.
“You want this, baby.” He continued to tease.
"I want everything you got, baby." Alex returned. Roman picked him up onto his toes and rammed inside without hesitation. Alex grasped and cried out and pushed back, burying Roman even deeper. "Yes, yes, yes." His usual chant signaled satisfaction. Roman was learning his buttons as well. Alex liked it fast and hard with a side of rough, which were all things Roman could easily provide.
He leaned over Alex’s back, pressing him to the counter, and began a punishing speed of thrusts that gave him no time to think or to breathe. He was bouncing off Roman's cock and screaming out his pleasure. Life was beautiful.
Alex's body was tight and hot, and he ate his large cock completely right to the base every time. They were made for each other; their bodies melded together easily, and the fit was perfect in every way. He reached around and grasped Alex's weeping cock and held it tight for a few seconds, and then started stroking it fast, letting it slide through his grip over and over, building the climax that was sure to excite.
The moans and cries were building along with the excitement. “Roman, Roman, Roman." His name never sounded better than on the lips of his lust-filled beloved. They reached their peak together, Roman hitting hard, stretching him wide, and coming in a storm of sensations and wonders. "All mine, baby, all mine," Roman stated and sank his teeth back into the little scar.
"Yours, all yours." Alex breaths out the words barely audible, but they hit Roman, as always, right in the heart.
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