Chapter 71: Hide

[Warning: Mature Content Ahead]

This chapter contains explicit scenes. If you are sensitive to such content, it is advised to skip such scenes.

Alaric's moans grew louder as Eric's hands trailed down his chest to his member, and he began to stroke him. "Yes, just like that," Alaric gasped, his hips bucking instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction. The immortal's eyes rolled back in his head, and he arched his back, offering himself up to Eric's expert hands.

Lifting himself with surprising grace and power, Alaric straddled Eric's lap, the vampire's cock bobbing up and Alaric found himself rubbing against it with his own.

His muscles rippled as he began to move, grinding down with a sensual rhythm that made Eric's eyes roll back in his head.

Eric's strong hands gripped both of their erections, his thumbs tracing the veins that pulsed with desire. The feeling of Alaric's hot rod against him, combined with the friction, was almost too much to bear. The vampire's breath grew ragged, his hips bucking up to meet Eric's hand as it increased speed. He had never done such a thing with another man before, and it was the best feeling.

As the intensity built, Alaric felt the beginnings of his release coil in his stomach, a warmth that spread through him like molten lava. "I'm close," he warned, his voice strained with pleasure. Eric, feeling the same, leaned in, their eyes locking. The air grew heavy with anticipation, the night holding its breath as it waited for the culmination of their desires.

And then it came, a shared explosion of ecstasy. They came together in a rush of heat and pleasure, but neither was fully satisfied.

Hungry for more, Alaric's eyes locked onto Eric's still-hard member. Sliding off the vampire's lap, he lay down and took it into his mouth. Eric was shocked and surprised, but couldn't help but grunt in pleasure as Alaric swallowed him whole.

Dribble escaped from the corners of Alaric's mouth as he worked, his hands reaching up to push his long hair back behind his ear. The immortal was lost in the sensations, the feeling of Eric's silky hardness against his tongue, the salty taste of his arousal. He had never wanted anything more.

Eric's hips bucked, thrusting deeper into Alaric's eager mouth. The sound of Alaric's gulps and gags filled the room, mixing with Eric's breathy moans. It was a symphony of lust, a dance of desire that neither wanted to end.

As Alaric's pace increased, he felt Eric's cock twitch, a telltale sign that the vampire was close. He doubled his efforts, his cheeks hollowing with the intensity of his suction. With a final thrust and a guttural moan, Eric spilled his seed down Alaric's throat, the immortal eagerly swallowing every drop.

Pulling back with a pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting them, Alaric grinned up at Eric. "More," he growled, his voice dripping with want. He had experienced a taste of paradise, and he would never be satisfied with anything less.

'Stop!' he suddenly heard in his head , startled Eric looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice he knew was from Killian.

Despite the intrusion, Alaric continued, lost in the moment. He lapped at the head of Eric's cock, his tongue delving into the slit, causing Eric to shudder with pleasure.

"Get the fuck away from him, you bastard!" Killian's voice echoed in Eric's mind, filled with a mixture of anger and desire. "He's mine!"

Eric, torn between the pleasure Alaric was giving him and the sudden anger he felt at Killian looking at Alaric through his eyes.He wouldn't allow him to have such decency .Eric tried to pull away from Alaric's eager mouth but Alaric's grip on his hips was strong, his mouth like a vice around his cock.

Killian's voice roared in Eric's mind, "Alaric, stop.You're mine!Not this weaker version!" Without Alaric even noticing one of Eric's eyes flashed a sudden gold but it was gone in an instant.

Alaric, on his knees before Eric, looked up at the vampire, his eyes filled with unquenchable desire. He swirled his tongue around the head of Eric's engorged manhood, causing Eric to shudder, his mind already lost to the pleasure. "Do you really want me to stop?" Alaric suddenly asked, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, his hot breath creating goosebumps along Eric's thighs.

Despite the wave of pleasure that threatened to wash him away, Eric's lips moved on their own and he was sure that was Killian , the word "yes" slipping past his defenses. 'Bastard.'Eric thought in his head hoping he would hear.

Reluctantly, Alaric released Eric's member with an audible pop, his teeth bared and a low growl emanating from his chest. He rose to his feet. With a sigh, he turned away from Eric, locating the discarded piles of their clothes near the riverbank.

Wading into the cool, crystal-clear water, Alaric washed himself clean of the evidence of their actions. The sight of him, water droplets catching the moonlight as they cascaded down his sculpted torso, left Eric breathless, his cock still throbbing and painfully erect.

As Alaric leisurely dried himself and dressed.As if the water had cooled him Alaric seemed completely unaffected by what they just did as if it meant nothing to him .That thought hurt Eric more than he would have liked to admit.

Alaric turned to face Eric. "We should go," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret and longing.

Eric's every movement was now flustered as he struggled to meet his gaze, the remnants of the intense moments they'd shared still fresh in his mind. Every time his eyes flickered toward Alaric, his heart raced, the memory of those lips too vivid.

Alaric, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. His smirk never left his face as he fastened his boots, then turned toward Eric. He moved closer—far too close for comfort—his presence overwhelming as he leaned in, his voice low and almost teasing.

"There's a house not too far from here," Alaric murmured, eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievousness. "It's a bit of a trek, but if we hurry, we can make it before the sun rises."

Eric's pulse quickened at the mention of the sun. His mind raced, the urgency suddenly crashing down on him. He looked up at Alaric, but the proximity made it difficult to focus. Alaric's lips—those lips—flashed through his thoughts, and his face flushed with heat.

He forced himself to speak, trying to ground himself. "The sun... we need to move fast," he said, his voice strained. He couldn't let the rising tension distract him now, not with what was at stake.

Alaric tilted his head, the smirk deepening, clearly amused by Eric's sudden shift in focus. "We'll make it. Ten minutes," he said, his words carrying an air of certainty. "That's more than enough time."

The thought of the prison, the distance between them, and the sun creeping closer—Eric's mind raced as he adjusted to the plan. He nodded reluctantly, his heart still pounding in his chest, but the mission was clear. There was no time to linger, no time for anything but the journey ahead.

They both set off, their speed making the forest blur around them, and for a moment, Eric allowed himself to push aside everything else—at least until they were safe.

As they moved swiftly through the dense woods, the air grew cooler, and the ground beneath their feet became uneven, signaling that they were nearing the outskirts of civilization. The first hint of the house appeared through the trees—small, tucked away in the distance, its structure almost blending into the surrounding wilderness. A modest home, raised on stilts to protect it from floods, just as Eric had anticipated. The house looked like something from a forgotten corner of the world, built with practicality rather than elegance, yet it stood resilient against time.

It wasn't much to look at, a simple wooden cabin with a porch that wrapped around the sides, though its weathered exterior and crooked edges gave it a sense of eerie isolation. It reminded Eric of something from a horror movie.

Alaric's pace slowed slightly, as if savoring the moment of their arrival, but Eric's senses were heightened. His vampire instincts tingled, sensing movement in the back of the house.

"There's someone here," Eric murmured, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the area.

Alaric's head tilted slightly, his eyes gleaming with interest. "A man?" he asked.

Eric nodded. He could feel him now—alone, moving with purpose. The man was in the back, chopping something,wood perhaps.

"Doesn't look like he's expecting company," Eric muttered. He was wary but also intrigued. The man seemed oddly detached, focused entirely on his work, unaware of their presence.

Alaric, ever curious and always seeking something more, smiled faintly, but there was something predatory in the way he looked at the cabin. "Should we introduce ourselves?" he asked, his tone light but edged with the kind of hunger Eric had grown to know all too well.

Eric hesitated for a moment, then sighed, his mind still buzzing with urgency, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that something about this situation felt off. "We don't have time to be too careful, but we might as well see if he's a problem."

Together, they moved closer to the house, each step calculated and quiet. The man was still oblivious to their approach.

Alaric suddenly spoke as if now remembering something he wanted to ask Eric for a while now. "I never asked before but how did you manage to kill the witch?"

Eric stiffened at the unexpected question. He hadn't expected Alaric to ask this, to bring up Selene, not like this. He wasn't ready to explain how he had done it, how he had ended her life. He had never really understood how it had happened himself, how everything had spiraled into that moment.

Eric went silent, his gaze avoiding Alaric's intense stare. He didn't know what to say. How would he even explain that a random man who has been plaguing his dreams took over and he couldn't remember what happend.

"I... I don't know," Eric finally managed, his voice strained. "It wasn't something I planned."

Alaric narrowed his eyes, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face. "You killed her, and you don't even know how?"

Eric shifted uncomfortably, unwilling to meet Alaric's eyes. "I just... I did it. I can't really recall how it happened."

Alaric remained silent for a long moment, studying Eric with a mixture of skepticism and distrust ,but he didn't push. Not immediately.

After what felt like an eternity, Alaric's voice broke through the silence, a dark edge to it. "I'm sure there's more to it than that. But fine. You don't have to tell me. Not yet." His tone shifted slightly, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "But I will be curious, Eric. Don't think I won't."

Eric swallowed, unsure whether he should feel relieved or even more tense than before. Alaric's curiosity was as dangerous as it was inevitable.

Just then the sound of the gun clicking echoed through the air, its sharp metallic snap cutting through the quiet. Eric's body went still, the familiar rush of adrenaline pumping through him, but there was no panic. Guns didn't scare him,not after Grayson had riddled his body with holes. He'd dealt with worse before. But he knew they couldn't let this get out of hand.

The man's voice was gruff, full of warning. "What the hell are you doing in my house? You better get away from it, now!"

Eric raised his hands slightly, showing he wasn't armed, and took a slow step forward. He wasn't about to let the tension escalate, not when they were so close to the safety of the house. He could feel the sun creeping closer on the horizon, and with every passing second, his urgency grew.

"We just need a place to stay for a bit," Eric said calmly, his voice low but steady. "We won't cause any trouble. Just a place to rest until we move on."

The man's grip on the rifle tightened, and without warning, he pulled the trigger. The shot rang out with a sharp crack, and Eric felt the bullet thud into the floorboards mere inches from his foot. The sudden sound of the shot shattered the stillness, and the man's voice followed quickly after, gruff and full of aggression.

"Get out and take that freak with you!" he spat, his finger still lingering near the trigger. His eyes were fixed on Alaric, the insult clear as day. "I don't trust people who look like that," he muttered under his breath, his tone dripping with disdain.

Eric's jaw tightened at the words, the insult hitting its mark harder than it should have. His gaze flicked to Alaric, who stood next to him with his usual unreadable expression. Alaric didn't react, only offering a slight, amused smirk as though the man's words were nothing more than an insignificant blip in the grand scheme of things.

Eric's hand clenched into a fist at his side.

But before Eric could respond, Alaric's quiet, amused chuckle broke the silence. "Is that how you greet everyone who knocks on your door?" he asked, his voice smooth and laced with sarcasm. The pale, almost ethereal glow of his skin made him look entirely out of place here, and the man's discomfort was palpable.

Eric could see the man's jaw tighten in irritation, the rifle still trained on them.

With a sharp exhale, Eric turned his focus back to the man, his voice low and unwavering. "You don't get to talk to him like that. Put that gun down."

The man's eyes flashed with an almost comical amount of surprise at the sudden shift in Eric's tone.

The man's finger tightened on the trigger again, the cold, metallic click of the safety releasing sounding loud in the stillness. His eyes narrowed in on Alaric, his rifle aimed directly at the albino man.

"Get out!" he shouted, voice hoarse with anger, as he pulled the trigger. The deafening sound of the gunshot rang out, the bullet speeding toward Alaric.

But before it could reach its target, Eric's hand shot out like lightning, taking the shot with his bare hand.Mabye it was the fact he was a vampire ,Eric really didn't know why the bullet didn't go through his hand but got stuck.

For a moment, the world stood still. The man's wide eyes stared in disbelief, and Eric's hand trembled with the sheer power contained within it. The dark veins beneath his skin started to crawl up his arms, black and thick, spreading over his flesh like a poison. His eyes began to shift, the irises darkening as the bloodlust inside him surged.

His fangs elongated, pushing through his lips, sharp and dangerous. The familiar, unsettling feeling of his growing power was overwhelming, his body growing in size, his muscles rippling with the surge of energy as his humanity was swallowed by his darker nature.

"I told you to put it down," Eric's voice rumbled low, each word coated in a dangerous calm that was anything but peaceful.

The man's eyes widened in horror as he shouted, "Vampire!" His finger hovered dangerously over the trigger once more, but before he could fire another shot, Eric was already in motion. A blur of speed, a flash of dark energy, and in the blink of an eye, Eric was standing directly in front of him, eyes glowing with predatory hunger. His fangs bared, claws extending slightly, and the air around him thick with tension.

The man froze, the barrel of the rifle trembling in his hands, but before he could react, Alaric was suddenly there, appearing at Eric's side with an almost ethereal grace. His soft smile was the only sign of amusement in the otherwise tense atmosphere.

"Eric," Alaric murmured, his voice smooth like velvet, "he's mine."

Eric growled low in his throat, muscles rippling with frustration. The instinct to rip the man apart surged within him, but Alaric's presence was enough to reign him in, if only just. The air between them crackled, but Alaric's touch, though gentle, was firm as he pushed Eric away slightly, guiding him to step back.

"The sun's coming up," Alaric continued, his tone both a warning and a command. "You should hide. We don't have time to play anymore."

Eric's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and reluctant obedience. He didn't like being told what to do, especially when his blood was boiling with rage. But he always listened to Alaric and he was right. The sun was a problem he couldn't ignore, and as much as he wanted to tear the man apart, the morning light was fast approaching.

With one last growl, Eric reluctantly stepped back, his eyes locked onto the man for a moment longer, daring him to make another move. But he didn't. Instead, he turned and moved quickly, disappearing into the shadows of the house to hide, the dark veins fading slowly from his skin.

Alaric watched him go, the softest hint of a smile playing on his lips as he turned his attention back to the man. The rifle was still pointed in his direction, but Alaric was unfazed. His eyes met the man's with a calmness that contrasted starkly with the tension in the room.

The man's voice shook, his grip on the rifle weakening as he backed away slightly. "You... You're... What do you want from me?"

Alaric's smile deepened, though it was far from comforting. "What do I want?" he mused, stepping closer. "I want nothing, really. I don't need anything from you." His eyes glinted, a dangerous playfulness in them.

The man swallowed hard, his breath hitching as Alaric's presence seemed to fill the space between them. There was something about him—something unnerving, something that made it hard to look away. Despite the obvious danger, Alaric exuded an almost magnetic calm.

Alaric's smile softened, though his words were sharp. "Now, you and I are going to have a little chat. But don't worry," he added with a cruel chuckle, "I won't bite... unless I'm really, really bored."

The man's hand shook as he gripped the rifle even tighter, but his resolve was crumbling.