Chapter 32: See You Soon, Mate

Trystan let out a groan of pleasure as he thrust himself. His grip on the wine bottle weakened as he closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure. His eyes closed in bliss when the woman, his chosen companion that evening, ran her tongue up and down the length of him. He kept a tight hold on her hair as he pushed deeper, making her gasp and whimper around him.
"That's it," he murmured. His hips thrust hungrily, pushing him closer to the edge of bliss with each passing second. His companion's cheeks flushed and tears gathered in her eyes, but she kept going, swallowing around his cock eagerly and taking all that he gave her without complaint.
"Fuck," he breathed in bliss, raising the wine bottle to his lips and taking a long swig. His hips bucked forward. "You should know you're still better than Lizzie, Rue,"  he said, punctuating her name with a deep moan of pleasure.
Rue gagged lightly around him, her nose pressing against the nest of black curls at the base of his cock. He held her to him tightly, thrusting harder and faster with each passing second.
"That's it," he murmured encouragingly as his rhythm increased in intensity. His grip on her hair tightened as he felt himself reaching the edge. "Don't stop! I'm coming, sweetheart! That's it." He gasped in approval of her skillful ministrations, feeling himself reach the climax of pleasure as she moaned around him. With one final wave of pleasure, he released himself into her eager mouth.
But Trystan wasn't done yet. His grip on her hair was tight as he urged her to take every last drop from him. "That's it, Rue. Suck me dry, sweetheart. Oh, fuck!"
She whimpered around him, trembling with pleasure as he guided her through it. She finally let go of his satisfied shaft with an audible pop.
Reaching out for her shoulder to steady her slightly weakened frame before gently brushing a hand through her hair in an affectionate gesture. 
He smiled, admiring the sight of her swollen lips still glistening with his juices. "You okay there, sweetheart?" he asked tenderly.
"I'm fine, Trystan," Rue replied softly.
"Just look at you… So beautiful and so hot for my cock that you would do just about anything to have it. I bet you are absolutely wet for me." Trystan smirked, heat rising in his cheeks as he added, "And I'd love to fuck you senseless, sweetheart, but things have taken a sudden turn. I've finally met my mate," he said proudly, showing off his sharp fangs with a wide smile.
"You've already met your mate? Where? When?" Rue asked in surprise.
"Well, I've not personally met her yet," Trystan admitted regretfully. "But I know who she is. And you know what this means for me, sweet Rue."
Rue's expression fell into a pout. "Trystan, please... You haven't met her yet, and she wouldn't know. Please..." She ran her hands over her breasts in an intimate gesture, begging him seductively.
"Please what, sweetheart?" He teased her with a playful smile as he waited for her response.
He took in the sight of her, captivated by her desire for him. "Please, fuck me. Make me scream like before," she whispered pleadingly.
He hesitated for a moment, considering her proposal. "Well, you made a valid point. I haven't officially met my mate yet," he said with a smirk, seizing her chin in his hand. "Get on the bed before I change my mind..." he spoke authoritatively, nodding toward the large bed in the center of the room.
Rue eagerly did as he asked and positioned herself on her hands and knees, arching her back invitingly and presenting herself fully to him.
He grabbed his wine bottle and took another generous sip before giving his cock a few strokes and moving to join her on the bed, its frame dipping as he settled himself behind her. His hard cock slid teasingly between her folds as she moaned in frustration.
He pressed his hand against the center of her back, gently but firmly, pushing her down. He smiled widely and gripped one of her hips tightly as he slammed into her deeply; sheathing himself inside of her in one fluid thrust that caused them both to shudder with pleasure.
Her walls immediately closed in on him, and his mouth dropped open in pure lust. "I’ll never forget about you, Rue. You are a fucking fantastic lover." He slapped her butt cheek before wrapping her hair around his hand and tugging her back against him until her spine arched and her body was flushed with his.
With a deep growl, Trystan drove himself into her warm depths at a punishing speed, their bodies smacking together as she screamed in pleasure. With each thrust and pull, Rue swallowed more of him until he was completely inside of her. When he squeezed her hip, she moaned and pushed back, meeting his thrust and shouting, "More! Trystan, please, more!"
He complied, ramming himself into her so hard that he could feel the pressure rising inside of him. Just as he was about to reach another peak, someone knocked on his door.
They both tried to ignore it, but the knocking continued. Growling with irritation, Trystan shut his eyes. "Fuck off." He roared at the intruder and thrust hard at Rue, who was now screaming his name.
Then the knock came again.
"Go away! We’re busy!" he shouted, gritting his teeth. He shifted his attention back to his task and sharply hissed at Rue, who was expectantly watching the door, causing her to abruptly stop meeting his thrusts. In pursuit of release, he drove his hips aggressively against her. "Did I tell you it was okay to stop, sweetheart?"
“Forgive me, Trystan.”
He allowed himself to get back into action, and just as his muscles were tensing up in anticipation of his imminent orgasm, there was another persistent knock on the door. Indignantly, he sneered and quickly withdrew himself from Rue. 
"Stay put," he commanded, before darting towards his castoff trousers. With a warning set of fangs bared, he pushed open the door to come face to face with his trusted man, Rupert. The towering figure, bald and broad-shouldered like a Russian bear, stood frozen at the threshold.
Trystan glared at him, his eyes flickering with primal fury. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end your life right now, Rupert?" He growled, his claws now replacing his human nails in a terrifying display of power.
Rupert's eyes widened as he took in the fearsome transformation. He shuddered weakly before mustering a response. "Trystan, my apologies," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear.
The vampire knight let out an exasperated sigh, his eyes rolling in irritation. "This better be a matter of life and death, dude," he barked, his tone laced with caution. "You rudely interrupted me and sweet Rue over there," he said, pointing to Rue, who was quickly covering herself with the sheets.
Rupert gave Rue an apologetic smile, not bothering to conceal his gaze despite her nakedness. "I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, Miss Rue," he said, before turning to face Trystan.
"Well?" Trystan demanded, his sharp fangs bared in impatience. "Out with it, Rupert!"
With short, ragged breaths, Rupert pulled out a slightly crumpled photo and handed it over to Trystan. The vampire knight snatched it from him with a huff and studied the woman in the picture.
It was a photo of an unsuspecting *Vanya*, taken at the ball held for Lord Alaric and Lady Bonnevie. Trystan's gaze was fixed on the image, his sharp eyes piercing through the digital copy of Vanya. After a moment of silence, he slammed the door carelessly behind him, leaving Rupert standing in shock on the other side. Turning his back to the door, Trystan stared at the picture of Vanya again.
"Oh, dear brother," he murmured to himself with a grin. "You didn't tell me our mate is a redhead." Whirling around, he threw the door open once more.
"I've spread the word about her within our network, sir," Rupert said hastily. "And just this morning, one of the *Marytes* reported that he saw a couple of southerners loading up a ship a week ago."
Trystan scoffed. "Southerners? You mean rogues?" Trystan scoffed.
"Sir, there is significant disagreement among the general public regarding that claim," Rupert said with a note of uncertainty. "Some say they are rogues, others say they are southerners hailing from the Outlands."
Trystan fixed his gaze on the man. "It’s not a claim but a fact, Rupert. They are rogues."
The knight's unwavering tone left no room for argument. Rupert hesitated before tentatively nodding. "If you say so, sir. Anyway, the Maryte and I believe that Vanya is currently onboard that ship."
Trystan's brow furrowed in concern. "And why do you believe that?"
"According to the Martyte's account, they saw the rogues boarding their last cargo in the middle of the night before setting sail. And it was a woman, sir, an unconscious one," Rupert sighed. "If our suspicions are correct, that woman was Vanya, and they are taking her to the treacherous Outlands."
Trystan weighed the information carefully. "As a knight of the Royal Coven, I am well aware of the Outlands' reputation for hostility towards us and the Royal Council. But you may be right, Rupert. The woman you saw could indeed be Vanya. It is a risk we must take."
Rupert's eyes widened. "Are you suggesting we sail to the Outlands, sir?"
The knight's expression hardened. "Yes. And we set sail in the morning."
"As you command, Sir," Rupert said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he heaved.
Trystan moved to shut the door, but was stopped by the man's hand darting out from between the door and the frame."There is something you should know, sir," he spoke up softly.
"Of course. There’s always something. Okay, then, let’s have it. What is it?" Trystan commanded, his voice low and gravelly.
Rupert hesitated before finally blurting out the news. "It's Killian's ship, sir.
“Even better, then! As you well know, I relish a challenge, Rupert," Trystan said with a fierce glint in his eye."Killian will make for an interesting challenge."
And with that, he dismissed Rupert with a wave of his hand, and closed the door. He turned to Rue on the bed. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Our plans have changed yet again. I need to be alone right now."
Rue took a deep breath and gave him a brief glance before gathering her belongings and slipping out of the room, her footsteps silent on the stone floor.
When he was finally alone, Trystan studied the picture of Vanya in his hand, tracing the lines of her face with his finger. "See you soon, mate," he murmured with a wolfish grin.