14. Chapter Fourteen

Etienne/Stephen

Etienne

For the remainder of the summer, Ryker, Stephen, and I enjoyed the best of what New Orleans had to offer. Ryker was pulled from the oil rig case and devoted his time to setting up the Tremblay Foundation, a nonprofit organization that directed endowments to various charities in New Orleans and neighboring parishes to benefit needy families and children.

I ran the restaurant with Thomas stepping in to assist me when Stephen or I needed to be with Ryker, and I had no idea life could be so full, even for those of us with eternal life.

One hot August night, Ryker came into The House of Tremblay, taking his regular stool at the end of the bar. Rory and Cubby had moved to Portland at the end of June, and Ryker was troubled.

After seating a party of five, I made my way to the bar and sat next to him, placing a hand on the back of his neck. "How was your day, mon amour?"

Sabine placed a crystal tumbler in front of him with two fingers of whiskey and a glass of blood-infused Pinot Noir in front of me. It was a special bottle that was just for Stephen and me. Ryker had consented to donate blood for the wine, and we loved him more for his thoughtfulness.

We touched glasses and each sipped our drinks before Ryker spoke. "I spoke to my landlord today. If I want to stay in the house, I have to start paying the full rent. Otherwise, he's going to rent the other rooms starting in September."

We'd been splitting time between Ryker's rental house and our apartment. Stephen and I had discussed the best way to convince him to move in with us, but we hesitated because, as the only human after Cubby and Rory moved, we weren't sure he'd feel comfortable there.

Ask him to move in. Our rooms are big enough to share. We are in his bed or he is in ours every night. It's time.

I was pleased Stephen left this gesture to me. Since we'd made our agreement in June, we were less challenging and combative with each other, which made for a lovely existence. I wished I'd have accepted his thoughts on Farrah a long time ago—but then again, I doubt I could have come to terms with it if Ryker hadn't come along.

"I'm sorry, Ryker. Do you want to stay and meet new roommates, or do you want to find a new place to live?"

"I don't see where I have a choice."

No! We're not helping him move into another place. We want him to live with us!

"I've got this," I mumbled under my breath.

Ryker glanced at me and smirked. "Is Stephen bothering you?"

"Of course he is. This is something we've talked about for a while now, but would you consider moving in with us? I mean, you don't have to share our apartment. You could have Rory and Cubby's room if you'd rather not share with us. It would be delightful to have you nearby, and we're closer to your firm than the Dauphine house."

Stephen was silent, so I must have done a good job. That made me feel better.

"Won't it be crowded with the three of us?" Ryker's voice was low and sensual, and as much as I loved him, I knew it was more Stephen's playground.

"Come out."

Stephen

I leaned forward and kissed Ryker's soft lips. "Please, move in with us. We want you with us all the time. As Etienne said, you can have Rory's room if you wish for privacy, but I want you in our bed every night. We love feeling you by our side as you sleep. You make the cutest little snores."

Ryker chuckled and shoved me a bit as I sipped the wine that was part of him. It was a beautiful gesture for him to make after Sabine told him about the Halston Coven we'd met in Albany fifty years ago.

The Halston's flavored their wine with human blood, and it was delicious. They never shared how they got their blood, but now that we had Ryker, we enjoyed tasting him when we had drinks in the evenings after he finished work.

It was only outdone by getting to taste him when I had him naked. Etienne didn't hate it, even though his Puritan sensibilities would never allow him to admit it.

Ryker stared into my eyes. "I'd love to live with both of you. When will you change me?"

Etienne was tugging on me, but I wasn't relinquishing control. I needed to speak my mind on the subject for both of them to hear. "No time soon. We've just started loving you, Ryker. You're only twenty-five, so there's plenty of time, mon amour. Let's enjoy what life has to offer right now."

I leaned forward and kissed his beautiful mouth, and Etienne hummed his approval. I was overcome with desire for Ryker, so I took his hand and led him through the kitchen and up the stairs to our room.

Tonight, while Ryker slept, I would take Thomas with me to the house on Dauphine, collect his belongings, and bring them to The House of Tremblay so he would wake in his new home with all his belongings. But first…

I led Ryker to the third floor and opened the door. When he was inside, I held him in my arms. "I have an idea about how to celebrate your move."

Ryker chuckled. "I bet you do. Tell me."

"I want you to make love to me. Someday, I'll make love to you, but not until you're a bit sturdier. You, however, can make love to me and pound me into the mattress. I'd really enjoy that."

"Your wish is my desire."

I chuckled. "Now you sound like Etienne."

"I love you too, Etienne."

Ryker removed his clothes quickly, taunting me with his beautiful body. I was nearly speechless at his proud jutting cock. The idea of him inside me was everything I wanted. No other had gone before him, just as it should be.

I stepped over to the sound system from downstairs and turned on the speakers so the same beautiful music playing in the dining rooms wafted through our bedroom. I turned down the volume until it was a sensual background to what we were about to do.

Ryker slowly unbuttoned my ivory silk shirt as he placed kisses down my chest, stopping to bite my nipples and drive me wild with desire. He slowly unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper. "Hmm." He buried his nose in the hair above my cock and inhaled, making me weak in the knees.

Sliding the jeans from my hips, he kissed across my left hipbone to the right before shoving my jeans down enough to release my cock. I was hard as steel.

"Do you have lube or a condom?" He dragged his tongue up my shaft, and I inhaled an unnecessary breath at the sensation.

"Don't need condoms. I don't carry diseases humans must avoid, so I can't give them to you. I have a request regarding lubrication—can you use spit?"

Gods, I don't want to hear this.

I chuckled as I stepped out of my jeans and placed my hand on the back of Ryker's head. "Suck me baby, please. Etienne, shut up. I don't bitch about your soliloquies on varieties of roses. Give me my dirty talk."

All I heard was laughing and then silence, which was much appreciated.

The warmth of his mouth and the silky slide aided by his sweet saliva had my eyes rolling back in my head. Ryker loved on my cock to the point I was having a hard time keeping my climax at bay.

"Okay, Steph, on your knees. I'm hungry."

I hurried up the bed and settled on my elbows with my ass in the air in invitation. A kiss to each ass cheek was sweet, but when he nibbled on my asshole, I nearly shot off the bed.

Etienne had kissed Farrah's sex once and they'd both freaked out, choosing to cuddle together instead. Knowing how they weren't attracted to each other in that way, I hadn't pushed Etienne to try again. It wasn't his thing, and I would respect it.

Feeling Ryker's kiss to my asshole was mind blowing. I'd done it before to other human men, and I'd even done it to Ryker before I feasted on his blood through his femoral artery, just taking sips. It was incredible.

Someday, I would drain him through that artery after tasting him everywhere, and then I'd give him my essence to make him our eternal mate, but it was too soon to begin to consider.

He slid his tongue inside me and spit in my pliant hole, and then, "Ready?"

"More than. Fuck me hard. I can take it."

Ryker chuckled. "I have no doubt you can, but I'll do this my own way, Mr. Tremblay."

He slowly glided inside me and then pulled out all the way. He added a bit more saliva to my hole, and then slid inside again. The mirror on the wall behind the headboard gave me a beautiful view of Ryker's face as he made love to me and blew my eternal mind.

He swiveled his hips and hit my prostate, which had me crying out. He must have liked what he heard because he did it again and again, driving me wild.

I made a vow that when he made love to me, we'd only do it this way. The desire to bite him was too strong for him to be anywhere near my mouth.

Just as my fangs descended, he began stroking my hard cock, and when I shot off, I bit my own arm. My own blood didn't do anything for me, but as I emptied my balls, it gave me a distraction, so I didn't flip over and take him forever.

When the three of us agreed we were ready for Ryker to walk through eternity with us, I knew exactly how I would do it. My bite would only sting for an instant, and after he was near death, I would lay by his side and feed him from my wrist until he was strong enough to bite me any where he pleased to finish his transformation.

It would be a time for celebration, but until then, Etienne and I would cherish every millisecond we had with Ryker DeWitt. Our Mutual Obsessions with the man had given our long, lonely life new meaning. I couldn't wait to see what the future held for all of us.