he tried to answer, he just croaked. He swallowed and cleared his throat before he tried again, “I do, and I will .”
“Because of his great gift, we will welcome our new Sire , Orfeo Ambrosetti.”
The priestess gently lifted his wrist to her mouth, and Orfeo felt the slight sting of her teeth piercing his skin before he felt the exquisite pleasure of her drinking from his vein. He closed his eyes on the bliss, then felt the priest lift his other wrist and drink as well.
Even though he grew weaker with each bite from another clan member, the pleasure of the bond being formed ran through his body, making him feel as if he were stronger than ever be fore .
For what felt like an eternity, each clan member took their turn drinking from different spots on his body. Some on his neck, others on his arms, a few at his thighs, and some on his chest. But each bite felt better than the last. Even though they only took a bit, each bite and each suckle brought Orfeo closer and closer to release.
Suddenly, it all stopped, leaving him bereft and unsatisfied. He opened his eyes to see the priest standing over him with the goblet in his hands.
“Orfeo, rise, and drink of your people.”
Lightheaded, Orfeo needed the help of a few clan members to sit up. At first, he couldn ‘t hold the goblet, as his arms would not even lift. The priest tipped the cup to his lips, and Orfeo swallowed as the sweet, tangy taste of blood poured into his mouth and down his throat. He closed his eyes and moaned at the delicious wine like taste.
His strength returned and he found himself holding the chalice, gulping the blood down.
As the last drops passed his lips, he suddenly felt a great surge of power through his body, as something clicked inside him, and he realized it was the bond. Lights danced behind his eyelids as he finally leapt over the edge and exploded into ecstasy.
He was finally connected to his people, and all their hopes, dreams, and fears were now his. They were now his, as he was theirs.
When he opened his eyes, his mother and father were standing beside him.
“My son,” his mother said with tears pooling in her eyes. “I am so happy and have never been more proud of you. I love you, my sweet child.”
She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly to her.
“Thank you, mama. I love you too.” Tears ran down his cheeks as Orfeo held his mother.
When she let go of him, his father lifted the necklace over his head and placed it around Orfeo’s neck, letting the medallion rest against Orfeo’s heart. “You deserve this, my boy. You are a great and noble man. I am honored to be your father and pass on my legacy to you. I am very proud of you and love you very much.”
The lump formed in his throat again, but this time it was because of all the emotions that welled up in him at his father’s words. He felt more tears roll down his cheek as he pulled his father in to hug him also.
“Thank you, papa. I love you.” When he pulled away, he saw his father was crying as well, and smiled.
His mother patted his arm. “Now you need to go get dressed and come back down here as quickly as possible. It’s time we celebrate our new beginning.”
Chapter 4
Cloe sat back in the chair and smiled gently at the woman who sat before her. She looked like a loud noise would send her into the closet hiding. She needed to examine the woman , but first she needed to get her trust a little.
“Have you been sick?” Cloe asked in her most soothing tone, though i t was really hard for her to actually talk this way. Cloe was not norm ally a soft person. She was a Be ta wolf, one that didn ‘t like to take shit f r o m anyone. Most people found her intimidating. She was tall and had long black hair that she always had pulled back when she was working. It showed her tattoos off. That’s what scared most people; that and the fact she dressed like a biker in her black fatigue style pants and black tank top that said ‘Biker Mama’. It was a
“Because of his great gift, we will welcome our new Sire , Orfeo Ambrosetti.”
The priestess gently lifted his wrist to her mouth, and Orfeo felt the slight sting of her teeth piercing his skin before he felt the exquisite pleasure of her drinking from his vein. He closed his eyes on the bliss, then felt the priest lift his other wrist and drink as well.
Even though he grew weaker with each bite from another clan member, the pleasure of the bond being formed ran through his body, making him feel as if he were stronger than ever be fore .
For what felt like an eternity, each clan member took their turn drinking from different spots on his body. Some on his neck, others on his arms, a few at his thighs, and some on his chest. But each bite felt better than the last. Even though they only took a bit, each bite and each suckle brought Orfeo closer and closer to release.
Suddenly, it all stopped, leaving him bereft and unsatisfied. He opened his eyes to see the priest standing over him with the goblet in his hands.
“Orfeo, rise, and drink of your people.”
Lightheaded, Orfeo needed the help of a few clan members to sit up. At first, he couldn ‘t hold the goblet, as his arms would not even lift. The priest tipped the cup to his lips, and Orfeo swallowed as the sweet, tangy taste of blood poured into his mouth and down his throat. He closed his eyes and moaned at the delicious wine like taste.
His strength returned and he found himself holding the chalice, gulping the blood down.
As the last drops passed his lips, he suddenly felt a great surge of power through his body, as something clicked inside him, and he realized it was the bond. Lights danced behind his eyelids as he finally leapt over the edge and exploded into ecstasy.
He was finally connected to his people, and all their hopes, dreams, and fears were now his. They were now his, as he was theirs.
When he opened his eyes, his mother and father were standing beside him.
“My son,” his mother said with tears pooling in her eyes. “I am so happy and have never been more proud of you. I love you, my sweet child.”
She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly to her.
“Thank you, mama. I love you too.” Tears ran down his cheeks as Orfeo held his mother.
When she let go of him, his father lifted the necklace over his head and placed it around Orfeo’s neck, letting the medallion rest against Orfeo’s heart. “You deserve this, my boy. You are a great and noble man. I am honored to be your father and pass on my legacy to you. I am very proud of you and love you very much.”
The lump formed in his throat again, but this time it was because of all the emotions that welled up in him at his father’s words. He felt more tears roll down his cheek as he pulled his father in to hug him also.
“Thank you, papa. I love you.” When he pulled away, he saw his father was crying as well, and smiled.
His mother patted his arm. “Now you need to go get dressed and come back down here as quickly as possible. It’s time we celebrate our new beginning.”
Chapter 4
Cloe sat back in the chair and smiled gently at the woman who sat before her. She looked like a loud noise would send her into the closet hiding. She needed to examine the woman , but first she needed to get her trust a little.
“Have you been sick?” Cloe asked in her most soothing tone, though i t was really hard for her to actually talk this way. Cloe was not norm ally a soft person. She was a Be ta wolf, one that didn ‘t like to take shit f r o m anyone. Most people found her intimidating. She was tall and had long black hair that she always had pulled back when she was working. It showed her tattoos off. That’s what scared most people; that and the fact she dressed like a biker in her black fatigue style pants and black tank top that said ‘Biker Mama’. It was a
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