A death mage turns out to be the perfect mate for a human omega.
Lucas Krauss is getting used to being out of a nightmare and acclimating to
life with Saridan Tower. His mate is a death mage, one of the deadliest kinds
of vamps, and now they are sorting out their lives as a family.
Raphael Santos isn’t fazed by the looks and whispers he gets from
passers-by. His status is unmistakable due to his pale skin and the aura that
surrounds him. He never thought he’d find his mate, yet a sweet human
omega is more than happy to touch him, unafraid of Raphael’s true
nature.
But not all is well. House Lorthaen makes it clear that they are not going to
leave House Saridan alone, and Raphael vows to protect his family, no matter
what.
WARNING: Mpreg, Alpha/omega, Fated Mates, Hurt/Comfort.
EXCERPT
Lucas
Everything hurt. Not as bad as when I’d… well… when a
human cop had swooped in, ready to obliterate Gino Boone. Gino had the jump on
him, though, and ate a bullet like a fucking coward. I was happy to be out of
that nightmare, but I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about being here
now. The head of House Saridan, Deacon, and another vamp had visited me in the
hospital and brought me here to Saridan’s Tower. Outside this apartment,
I still didn’t feel entirely comfortable, but when Raphael was around,
that all changed.
He was my mate. I didn’t need any sort of test to tell me that either.
My gut instinct had made it crystal clear the second the man had walked into
my hospital room with Deacon.
When we’d arrived here at the tower, I’d noticed others gave
Raphael a wide berth. I couldn’t fathom why, though. He’d told me
what he was: a death mage. His magic was the kind that manipulated a
being’s life force. There seemed to be a faint aura of… something
around him everywhere he went. It didn’t scare me, though. He
might’ve terrified others, even other vamps, but not me. In private, he
was attentive, almost to the point of being a mother hen. He was soft-spoken
and gentle, far more than I ever expected someone like him could be.
The wounds from the beating Gino had given me were healing, though I was still
sore. The worst part, though, was not knowing how the rest would play out.
Gino had whored me out to random bastards, and, at some point, I got pregnant.
Raphael knew, but unlike most alphas, he didn’t seem upset about it.
As I sat on the bed, I put a hand on my still-flat belly. I had no clue whose
kid I was now carrying, but I’d always wanted a family. I prayed Raphael
didn’t want to get rid of it. We hadn’t had much time to talk
since, apparently, there was a rival vamp House determined to bring House
Saridan down.
The apartment door opened, and I knew who it was without needing to hear or
see him. Of course, no one else would come in here, but Raphael didn’t
even need to announce himself.
“Are you all right?” he asked as he stepped to the bedroom
doorway.
He hurried over to the bed and crouched in front of me, his height putting us
at eye-level. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I couldn’t help
but close my eyes and smile. His touch was so gentle and loving.
“I’m okay.”
I caught his hand and brought it to my mouth to kiss the tips of his fingers.
We’d only hugged, not even a single kiss in the couple of weeks
I’d been here, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait for
him to make a move. Aches or not, I couldn’t deny how attracted I was to
him.
Raphael smiled. “Did you rest well?”
I nodded. “Slept like a baby, actually.”
His gaze shifted downward the slightest bit, and my breath caught. His smile
was wistful. “We need to talk, you and I.” He looked back up at
me. “Are you hungry?”
“I could definitely eat.”
Before he could move away and stand, I gripped his hand tighter. Raphael met
my gaze, those almost white eyes mesmerizing. I didn’t need to say
another word. He cupped the back of my neck with his other hand and pulled me
closer.
I couldn’t recall the last time I’d kissed anyone. I certainly
never let any of Boone’s guys do it. It was an act so intimate, so
personal, that I’d fought to save it for someone special.
Someone like Raphael.
His touch was featherlight, and his lips were surprisingly soft. I opened for
him without hesitation. He took his time, tongue stroking over mine, never
trying to take control or push the kiss into harder territory. I
could’ve kissed him for the rest of my life and never tired of it. He
tasted like the peppermint candies I’d discovered he had an affinity
for, and a slightly minty scent swirled in my head.
“If we don’t stop now,” he murmured on my lips,
“we’ll never get out of here.”
I chuckled. “In all honesty, I’d started to wonder if maybe this
attraction was one-sided.”
Raphael pulled back a little and caressed the side of my face. “Never. I
want you. I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you in the hospital.
You needed to heal, though.” He raised one eyebrow at me. “You
still do.”
“I’ll admit I’m a little achy, but… please? I promise
I’ll tell you if I need to stop.”
“Tell you what. Let’s go eat. We can talk about us, including the
baby.”
I swallowed and stared into his eyes, searching for a hint of what he was
thinking. “I… I want to keep it. I’m sorry.”
“Never apologize for something you didn’t do,” Raphael said.
“And certainly don’t do it with regards to our child.”
Our child.
I somehow managed to blink away the threat of tears. He wanted to keep the
baby, too?
Raphael stood and helped me up as well. “Come on, mate. Food and
talking.”
After I got dressed, I followed him out of the apartment, my hand held gently
in his. I’d worried how he would react to my statement, and I kind of
felt like I was in a daze as he led us to the elevator and down to the
tower’s main dining room. According to Deacon, there were fifteen
floors, with his place as the penthouse at the top. Then there were several
floors for residents and the main dining hall. Raphael’s apartment was a
single-bedroom and much larger than one would expect.
Until now, we’d had food brought up to us, but I’d told him
yesterday I wanted to try to go out and be around others. I’d spent so
long being terrified, but now that I was safe, I wanted my life back.
* * *
Raphael
To say I was proud would’ve been an understatement. Not only was my
infatuation mutual, but Lucas was also venturing out of the apartment for the
first time since we’d brought him here about two weeks ago. I’d
known what he was to me the moment I’d seen him at the hospital. My
magic gave me the ability to detect things like that without the need for
blood. Despite what folks thought, not all of my magic was relegated to death.
It was why I’d moved him from his own small room to my apartment. I
could take care of him and the baby without worrying so much.
The idea that I was finally going to be able to have a child thrilled me to no
end. It didn’t matter to me who the biological father was, and I’d
hoped Lucas would want to keep the baby. We sat at a table in the dining room,
and one of the servers walked over to us, his smile genuine. Out of all the
guys in here, he was my favorite. He never acted like I was some kind of
pariah. I didn’t ask to be a Spiritori, but I also didn’t regret
it.
“Hey, stranger,” Dale said to me as he handed us our menus.
“How have you been? And… who’s the cutie?”
Lucas blushed and chuckled softly, lowering his gaze. I smiled at him, then up
at Dale.
“Doing quite well. Dale, this is my mate, Lucas. Lucas, this is Dale,
one of the best servers here.”
They shook hands, and Dale shot me a wink. “It’s great to meet
you, Lucas. What can I get you both to drink?”
“Usual for me,” I replied, referring to lemon water with a sprig
of mint. “Lucas?”
“Um… do you have unsweet tea?”
“We sure do,” Dale said. “I’ll have those out in a
moment.”
He left, and I reached over the table to touch Lucas’ hand. He turned it
palm up and linked our fingers together. It felt amazing.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore, like I said, but getting better. I don’t know what sort of
docs your boss has employed here, but they’re damn good.”
I nodded. “That they are. I’ve had a few bumps and scrapes from
work over the years.”
Lucas tilted his head slightly, his gaze questioning. “Have people
always treated you like you’re contagious?”
I laughed. “For the most part, yes. You sure it doesn’t bother
you?”
“Doesn’t faze me at all,” Lucas said with a slight shrug.
“It’s who you are. Besides, death mage stuff aside, I’ve
seen the real you in private.”
This time, I swear I felt myself blush, if that was possible. I’m sure
my pale face was certainly a bit pinker. “Believe it or not, I much
prefer diplomacy when presented with the option. Unlike my coworkers, namely
the Venari, I’m not a violent person. Not inherently a pacifist, mind
you, but I try my best to avoid fights.”
“Do you enjoy being a Spiritori?”
Dale returned with our drinks, and we ordered our food. I waited until he left
again before replying to the question many folks have asked me over the
majority of my life. I took a sip of my lemon water and sighed.
“As a child, I often wished I’d been born something else, to be
completely honest.” I gestured to myself. “No matter where I went,
people knew what I was. Same thing happened to my alpha father. It’s
useful in many circumstances, but the stigma is incredibly prevalent.
It’s why my folks divorced. My omega dad got tired of the looks,
whispers, what have you, whenever they went somewhere.”
“Damn,” Lucas muttered. He reached across the table and gripped my
fingers gently. “I’m sorry.”
I smiled. “Thanks. But enough about me. I want to hear all about you.
The past couple of weeks have been a bit nuts, between you healing and
Deacon’s ongoing issues with Lorthaen. We haven’t had a lot of
time together.”
“Not much to tell, really,” Lucas said. “I had an older
brother, but he died in a car accident when I was twelve. My dads are still
alive, though my omega father isn’t doing too well. We think it’s
dementia.”
“Wow. That has to be hard on them both.”
Lucas nodded. “My alpha dad is his primary caregiver now, utterly
devoted. I moved out about four years ago, but I still visit.”
“Dare I ask how you ended up working for Boone?”
He grimaced and visibly shuddered. “A ‘friend,’” he
replied, using air quotes with his free hand. “Needless to say, dude is
no longer anyone I speak to. Hell, Boone had me blindfolded anytime he whored
me out, so my ex-friend could’ve been one of the assholes to use
me.”
I wanted to erase the pain from that entire situation, but I couldn’t.
Before I could answer, Dale came by with our food. We tucked into it, and I
couldn’t help but grin when Lucas moaned in appreciation.
“Told you,” I said. “Deacon spares no expense.”
About the Author
Mychael Black has been writing professionally since 2005. He writes gay
romance and erotica, but also het romance as Carys Seraphine and queer fantasy
as Katherine Cook.
He’s an avid PC gamer with a love for RPGs, a horror fanatic, and a fantasy
nut. He also has a weakness for anything relating to skulls, dogs, and
Spongebob Squarepants.
Mychael lives on the Eastern Shore of the US with his family. He loves to hear
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