CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

O liver ripped open her top, and she did the rest, pulling it off.

His body was on fire. His fangs ached like a motherfucker. He’d never felt this powerful an impulse to bite like he did right now.

He stood and, using vamp speed, tore his clothes from his body.

“Holy shit.” Piper gasped. He froze, worried. “You,” she said in explanation, waving her hands out. “Your body is all pumped and my God, look at those veins.”

Oh. That.

Yeah, he was ready to bond with his mate.

“Get it all off.” He pulled her skirt off and could smell her need. It had only been hours since they’d last had sex, but she was ready. Slipping his fingers under the lace of her panties, he slid them off.

“I don’t know how this is going to go or feel, darlin’, but I’ll take care of you.”

Piper nodded, her eyes on his cock.

He took her chin. “Piper.”

“Hmm?”

He grinned and lifted her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. While he spotted a dozen different surfaces on which he would love to fuck her right now, this was an important moment. He carried her into her bedroom, to the place he’d watched her all those weeks ago, and lay her on the bed.

Big eyes stared at him as he crawled over her.

His fingers slid through her pussy. She was ready. She needed no preparation. He circled her clit and watched her mouth part and pleasure spread across her face.

There would be time for playing afterward.

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time.

“Yes,” she answered, arching into him. The energy between them was electric and impossible to ignore.

Oliver nodded, guided his cock between her wet folds and then thrust inside. Deep inside until he could feel his balls slam against her ass.

“Oli,” she cried.

Fuck, yes!

His body roared, knowing they were bonding.

“Piper Roberts, you’re mine,” he cried, slamming into her again and again. “My mate, my fucking mate.”

“Yes,” she screamed, and his fangs extended as he leaned down to her neck. He punctured the skin and then bit. “Holy shit!”

Her cries, the taste of her blood, and her tight pussy around his cock set him off. He shot cum inside her as blood rushed down his throat. It was the most erotic and overwhelming feeling he’d had in his life.

Every bone in his body felt like it was on fire, but it was delicious. Orgasmic. When he lifted his gaze, Piper’s eyes were half-rolled back in her head.

Yeah, that’s how he felt.

“Piper, darlin’, are you okay?”

“Holy hell,” she said, one hand gripping his arm in a death grip while the rest of her body looked like jelly.

She was okay.

“Your body will start transitioning soon, and I will start giving you my blood,” Oliver said. “I’ll be here when you wake. I won’t leave you.”

Nothing would tear him away.

“Okay,” she said. “That felt amazing, but I’m not going to lie. I’m scared.”

He was, too. But there was no way he was telling her that.

“Relax in my arms, darling. Let me taste you again.” Oliver leaned back in, following his natural instincts and sinking his fangs into her again.

His cock hardened, and she clenched around him once more. He slowly moved in and out of her as he sucked her blood and came inside her over and over. It was like childbirth, he figured. His body and hers knew what to do.

Then Piper slid into the transition coma and his heart began to pound.

To distract himself, he cleaned her up and dressed her in a pair of PJs. Then he flashed them both to his bedroom in the mansion where he knew she would be safe, and tucked her into bed.

This could take hours or days. Every human was different. All he knew was that he wasn’t going anywhere.

He had his mate, and she was his everything.

She had chosen him .

Finally, he knew his father had been wrong. He was a good male. He had nothing to prove.

Ari had known. He’d known all along.

Even the prince had crossed a boundary to fight for him, and that spoke volumes.

But it really hadn’t mattered because, at the end of the day, he’d had to work it out for himself.

Oliver had to feel worthy of his mate before he was willing to fight for her, and while Piper had chosen him in the end, it had taken his decision to come and get her, for her to do it.

THREE WEEKS LATER, Oliver drove his new Maserati through the gates of the mansion.

“Mom seemed to like you,” Piper said, shooting him a glance from the driver’s seat.

“Your father doesn’t,” he said, shrugging. “Then again, I don’t think he’s all that impressed with Ari either.”

The first family dinner with the Roberts had been painful. Not only had Sage and Piper had to introduce their parents to their mates, but they were also learning to hide their vampire selves at the same time.

Twice, Ari had to wipe memories when fangs slipped out or one of them used excessive strength.

Oliver had found it amusing, though they all knew it was dangerous. This would be their life for at least the next few decades, and they needed to limit how often they adjusted human memories.

“I think he’s intimidated by Ari.”

“Most people are. Especially humans,” Oli replied.

“How old is he?”

“Ancient. But you should ask him about that. There’s more you need to know but in time,” he said, parking.

Piper had only been awake for a week, and she had a million questions. Her journalist nature was alive and well, but despite knowing she had a lifetime or ten to learn everything, it wasn’t slowing her down.

He opened her door and she hopped out, wrapping an arm around his neck, and kissing him.

“Well, don’t worry about Dad. Finding out both his daughters are getting married at once probably gave his bank account a seizure.”

“He’s not paying for a thing,” Oli replied, squeezing her against him. He was ready to sink inside her already. It had been five hours—far too long.

Yeah, he was getting married. Like a damn human. When he’d found out Ari proposed to Sage and how important it had been, he’d assumed it would be the same for Piper. The idea of her wearing his ring had appealed to him. Hell, whatever way he could mark her as his was fine with him.

When she’d finally awoken and gotten her bearings after a couple of days, Oliver had filled his spa bath and scattered red rose petals around the place. He’d spent weeks researching romantic ideas, but most of them felt too clichéd. What he and Piper had always shared was a raw, primal intimacy. It had always been physical with them. Sure, there had been an initial lust, but their love would always be a sexual one.

He’d carried her into the bath and poured them a glass of champagne while she nibbled on decadent chocolates, telling him how much she loved her new vampire life.

He’d grinned, waiting for her to finish the damn bubbly liquid and hoping she didn’t swallow the extremely pricey diamond ring at the bottom of it.

How had she not seen it already?

When she did, the whole world heard her squeal and water had gone everywhere as she’d thrown herself at him.

“We’re already mated.” He’d laughed.

“Don’t care!” she’d cried. “Put it on me. Put the enormous thing on me.”

She’d thrust the ring into his hands, and he’d pulled her onto his lap, then slipped it on. And yeah, there had been some magic in that moment, so the humans were onto something.

“Now say it. Say the words.”

He’d laughed. “Will you marry me, Piper Roberts?”

“Um...”

His brows had risen as she mock-considered his proposal. “I guess. Okay, yes. But only because you’re so hot.”

“And you love my cock.”

“And that. Yes.” She nodded, holding out her hand. “Oh my God, I’m getting married.”

Ari had been right. It was important.

Oliver felt like Superman for that one special moment. It was different from when he’d bitten her and bonded their mating, but both were special.

If only to see the utter joy on her face.

And yes, he loved seeing his square-cut diamond sitting on her finger every single day.

In the week since she’d been awake, Piper had shared her research and Darren had looked into the humans she’d met with in LA. They were smart guys. There was not a lot they could do about them but keep an eye on their activity. The king had a communications team who were actively monitoring and countering social activity, so they’d passed on the details.

Piper told Oliver she’d asked Tyler, one of the online guys, to look into him and Ari, but they weren’t worried. No one at The Institute had a digital footprint. Thanks to Darren and his team.

They were interested in the documents that the men had on the experimentation. Now more than ever, they needed information to learn what BioZen were up to.

Ari had met with Brayden, Vincent and Kurt who had shared what they knew about Callan and the female vampire he’d bitten. She was in Maine being closely monitored.

And by the sounds, not very happy about it.

Oliver couldn’t believe it was the flirty young bartender they’d met when Kurt was in Seattle.

What a damn lucky break. For her and them.

There had been something else. A name. Piper had seen it on a piece of paper when she’d been kidnapped. The memory had resurfaced only yesterday.

They’d walked down to the Operations Room and mentioned it to Ari and Darren who were leaning over a tablet.

The name had sounded familiar, but he wasn’t sure why.

Both of them had barely looked up when the two of them had walked in, but when he asked them if the name Nikolay Mikhailov meant anything, their heads had shot up.

“Why?” Ari growled.

“Shit,” Darren said, tapping way.

“He’s got something to do with Piper’s kidnapping,” Oliver said, and explained what they knew.

Turns out, the guy was the new head of the Bratva—the Russian Mafia. New as in, he’d inherited the role after his father was assassinated. Rumor had it, Mikhailov had been the one holding the knife.

Knife. Not gun.

The guy was a cold-hearted killer.

Oliver knew about killing. He was trained. Killing a living being was no easy feat, but a parent? Yeah, that fucker was dangerous.

That act had gained him a global reputation in all the circles that were important.

“Do we think they’re in bed with BioZen? Acting as security? Or independently?” Oliver asked Ari.

The director simply shook his head. “I knew Nikolay’s father, and his grandfather. This isn’t good. The Bratva don’t mess about. Whatever their involvement is with BioZen, it is not good. Not fucking good at all.”

Oliver had pulled Piper closer, realizing how lucky they were to have saved her before she was handed over to the Russian mob. Seriously fucking lucky.

He was glad she was a powerful vampire now, and fully intended to get her into the training room to show her how to defend herself.

Meanwhile, Sage was working on the blood samples he and Kurt had provided to learn what the humans were using to weaken vampires. If they could create an antidote and distribute it globally, it would go some way in protecting their race.

Because this was a war.

One with bio-weapons.

And by the sounds of it, super-soldiers. Now they had to wait to hear what the king had decided to do next.

If it was up to Oliver, they’d bomb every BioZen plant on earth. But the human fatality would be huge. He respected the king wasn’t as bloodthirsty as he was.

But then again, that’s why he was an assassin.

Head assassin.

Still.

And he was worthy of the role.

“Dad will probably try to pay,” Piper said, snapping him back to the present moment.

The wedding.

Oliver snorted. That was easily solved with a few memory shuffles. In any case, the less involved the parents were, the better.

Oliver scooped her off the ground and grinned as she let out a squeal. He teleported them into his rooms and carried her into the bathroom.

“Shower sex? Really?”

“Every day.” He made fast work of removing their clothes and nudging her under the water. When Piper slid to her knees and took his member in her mouth, he changed his mind.

“Make that twice a day.” He groaned. “God, yes.” He watched her lips slide over him. “Touch yourself, darlin’. Push your fingers inside your pussy.”

Her eyes locked on his as she did as he’d instructed. With her legs wide and her fingers sliding in and out of herself, she began to struggle to suck on him.

Jesus fucking Christ, his mate was everything.

He pulled out of her mouth after a few more minutes and lifted her around him, pressing her against the shower wall.

“Oli, shit.”

“You want to come, darlin’?”

“Yes,” she said as he shoved his cock into her.

“Beg me to come,” he said, slowing his movement.

“No, move. Fuck me,” she demanded.

God, he loved hearing her talk like that. His cock swelled and tightened. “Beg.”

“Please, fuck me. Make me come. Damn you.”

His finger stretched to her ass as he thrust hard in and out of her, pressing against her hole. He knew just how sensitive she was there, and when it hit the right spot and her body spasmed, his cock exploded.

Together, they cried out.

Oliver slapped the wall with his palm, holding her with his other arm, and lifted his head to find Piper grinning and panting. Her new fangs had extended.

“You going to bite me, mate?”

She nodded and when she dug into his pecs with those sexy, razor-sharp teeth, his cock sprung to life again.

Fuck, life was good.

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