Chapter 1

Mátyás

"Oh fuck. Yeah, that's it. Choke on my dick like a good boy." I fist the back of Elek's head as I slam my hips against his face.

His ice-blue eyes stare up at me between dark lashes as his tatted hand fists my dick taking every inch of my massive length. He braces the elbow of his free hand against the mattress, giving him better leverage. The silver piercings running through his ebony brows reflect from the sconces lining the stone walls. Halvány Castle has belonged to my mother's family and will remain ours for the rest of our immortal lives.

Working in tandem with the slick wet heat of his mouth, Elek's forked tongue flicks out, toying with the Apadravya piercing at the tip of my dick. Each lick sends my body higher and higher into a cloud of euphoric bliss. Sex is a drug. One I'm happily addicted to.

"You like sucking my dick? Don't you?" I lick my bottom lip with my own forked tongue and glance down between my legs, where Elek lies.

He growls around my dick and picks up his pace. Stroking, sucking, and licking down the sides of my shaft. His hand slips underneath my balls, tugging on the hoop of my Guiche piercing, and my head spins. Liquid heat shoots from my chest straight down to my dick. I'm so close to exploding.

"I'm coming in your mouth, and you aren't going to stop sucking until I let you." I grip the back of his head and force him to take me even deeper down his throat.

The sound of him choking on my dick in agreement is a beautiful symphony to my ears. That melody echoes through the drafty bedroom and turns me on further. With quick, shallow thrusts, I pick up my pace, hitting the back of his throat until I feel a tingling at the base of my spine, and my balls tighten.

His incisors descend, scraping the sharp ends against my flesh before sinking into my dick. It sends a rush of heat flooding through my body, making my skin ignite from the inside, and it's all over. My dick throbs as it explodes with my release, shooting my cum down his throat.

"Swallow it all." With my fist, I hold Elek's head in place, giving him no choice. His throat constricts around my dick as he swallows every last bit of my cum.

When he releases my dick, I grab him by the throat and jerk his body into mine. My lips crash against his in a dominating kiss. I pry his lips open with my tongue and suck on his, stroking and toying with it the same way he did with my dick moments ago. The salty taste of my cum mixed with the metallic bite of my blood fills my mouth. I suck on his tongue, milking every last bit of it.

"I taste good."

"You do." Elek grins, showing off his dimples.

"Feel better?" I brush a strand of his ebony hair out of his face and attempt to sense his emotions through our bond, but he has his shield up.

He shrugs, resting his hands on my chest and setting his chin down on them.

"That's not an answer." I cup his cheek and force him to look at me. The kaleidoscope of emotions staring back at me is like a stake through the heart. There isn't much in this world I give a fuck about besides my mates and my coven. I'm numb to all else. Seeing him so distraught displeases me.

"I'm tired of feeling like a part of me is missing. It's like there's something crawling under my skin, but I can't ever reach it."

"I know, but trust me. We're close. The drabardi predicted that this would be our time. That we would find her this year, on the eve of her forty-fifth birthday, and our trinity will be complete."

"You trust the Romani?"

"What choice do we have?" I sigh. They aren't my first choice, but when all else has failed us, our options for finding her are limited.

"But we're running out of time. She's out there alone, and it's almost All Hallow's Eve. We have a little over three weeks. If we don't find and mate with her before then, we lose our chance. I'm not waiting another couple of centuries for her to be reborn and have to go through this yet again."

"You worry too much, társam." My thumb toys with the set of barbells above his brow.

"You don't worry enough, Mátyás. What if the Lycans find her first? Farkas won't hesitate to keep her for himself, and you know it."

"They touch what belongs to us, then we'll skin them alive and fuck on their fur." My incisors ache as the beast inside of me itches to be set free and rip apart any threat to one of my mates.

"How can you be so calm about this?" His brows pinch together as his frustration seeps through, his beast lurking near the surface.

"I have to be. We can't afford to fail." It's that simple. She won't be taken from us. Not in this lifetime.

He lets his head drop, avoiding my eyes, but I won't allow him to retreat into his head and drive himself insane with what-if scenarios. I'll lose him for nights if I do.

"Look at me." I force his head up. "Once we complete the bond, our powers will emerge. You are the water that soothes the fire coursing through my blood, and she will be the earth that grounds us to this world." My thumb traces the tatted column of his throat.

We're both decorated in ink from head to toe. It's the story of our history written on our bodies for the world to see. To let them know that they may have moved on, but we won't be forgotten.

"Our powers will be unsurpassed by any other before us." My fingers squeeze around the column of his throat, reassuring him of the reckoning yet to come.

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right, társam." I grin, but it falls off my face when I sense him. He knocks but doesn't wait for me to invite him in.

"Am I interrupting?" His brown gaze travels down our naked bodies intertwined in black sheets. There's no missing the hunger behind his gaze as he stares over Elek. If he's not careful, I'll hang him by his blond ponytail and watch the sun burn his ass to a crisp.

Nudity doesn't bother us. We feed. We fuck. It's the cycle of our existence.

"What are you doing back, Sebo? I thought you were out with István?" Sebo always has been cocky. I should never have agreed to Elek turning him. Part of our curse is being able to turn those we wish into the walking undead, and I can never tell my mate no. He has a soft spot for those that are lost and forgotten. Or as I like to call them, the rodents of society.

"I was, but we ran into a complication." He shrugs and steps deeper into the room.

"What's so important that you had to leave him behind?" My gaze narrows on him.

"He found her." A lightness stirs in my chest at his words. They came through much sooner than I was hoping for.

"Why didn't you start with that?" I grind my teeth together, battling with the need to rip his head from his shoulders.

"You didn't ask." He smirks.

"Where?" Elek asks, not in the mood for our banter.

"She's in the United States. A small town in Georgia called Everton." Sebo places his hands behind his back and stands taller.

"And the complication?" I cock my head and raise a brow at him.

"Tibor and Gabor were there watching her." All humor leaves his face.

"Fucking Lycans," Elek growls out while my fists clench.

This isn't the outcome we wanted, but at least we have her in our sights, and she's being protected.

"I want eyes on her at all times." I'm leaving nothing to chance.

"István's doing his best, but during the day, she's vulnerable. The only reason they haven't taken her is that they can't get close enough without alerting her coven."

"She wears the bloodstone?" That's a promising sign. It should keep her safe until we can get to her.

"She does." Sebo nods his blond head.

"What are we going to do?" Elek asks.

I grin and glance down at him. "Looks like we're going on a little trip."