Rescue Inc Collection Vol 3

by Megs Pritchard

  Miguel took no offense at the dark look he received, understanding completely how Jared felt. His mate was in danger too and he would do anything to keep him safe and if that meant killing his father, then so be it. He would gladly spill his blood to keep Jacques alive.

  They rode the rest of the way in silence until about five minutes out, when the silence was interrupted by the update Silas received.

  “My men are still in position and advised there has been no movement from inside.”

  “When we get there, we’ll assess the situation, and decide the best course of action. We are not rushing into this, you hear me, Jared?” Jared grunted, and Chester continued, “We need to remember that even though Jacques’ father is older, he’s still a vampire and will be quick and strong. Don’t forget that.”

  When they got there, the three trucks parked up and everyone got out, walking over to Deputy Roberts who was waiting for their arrival.

  “Update,” Silas demanded as he approached.

  “No change, Sheriff. Still no movement from inside. No one in or out.”

  “Right, let’s see our positions.”

  They gathered around the map and Miguel could see that Silas had trained his people well. The positions they were in covered the entire house.

  As they continued to discuss the situation, Miguel reached out to Jacques.

  We’re here. How’s everything in there?

  Sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee.

  Miguel raised his eyebrows, glancing over at Jared. Drinking coffee?

  Yes. Sacha suggested it.

  Miguel mouthed “coffee” to Jared and Jared shrugged his shoulders lifting his hands up. “Was the best thing I could come up with. Sacha isn’t a fighter.”

  Miguel nodded. It looks like Jared suggested it.

  It was a great idea. Father’s now sat here lording it over us. He has Sacha serving him. Would you believe he’s actually telling me what his plans are for the future? He’s going to get his mansion back, his family back, and most importantly, his blood slaves. He doesn’t understand why we can’t keep them. He believes, as vampires, we should be able to do whatever we want, whenever we want, regardless of the human laws. Unbelievable. And to think I’m related to him.

  Not long now, Jacques. We’re outside, assessing the situation. As soon as we are ready, I’ll alert you.

  Okay. Let me know when, and I’ll find a reason to get Sacha out of the room.

  Don’t do anything that will endanger yourself.

  I won’t. Get ready and come save us.

  “How’s Sacha doing?” He asked Jared.

  “It took a lot of talking, but I think I’ve managed to calm him down now. That was why I suggested making some coffee to try keeping him busy and take his mind off what is happening.”

  “I just want to run in there and save them.”

  “So do I. And right after that I want to beat the shit out of Jacques’ father. How the fuck did he get out of council prisons? Or should the question be, who let him out?”

  Miguel grunted in agreement. “Yeah, I thought that to. Don’t worry, I’m sure between us, we can make him sing.”

  Jared gave a nasty grin.” Oh, I’ll make him sing all right. He put his hands on my mate. He’ll pay for that.”

  Jared went back over to the others and Miguel followed. It took around ten minutes to formulate a plan and split up into teams. When they got in place, Miguel told Jacques what was happening.

  Outside, ready to go. Get Sacha out of the room.

  He is trying to leave now. There was a pause, and then Jacques added, Right, he’s out.

  “Jacques just said Sacha’s out of the room.”

  “Right, let’s go.” Chester, crouched low, quickly jogged over to the side of the building, Miguel and Jared following.

  They moved into position outside the back door and waited for the signal. Chester nodded and stood. He stepped back and kicked the door in, and as soon as it burst open, Jared and Miguel charged into the room.

  Jacques and his father sat at the table. Jacques didn’t react at all, but his father stood up, shock and outrage on his face.

  “How dare-” he started.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Jared shouted and punched him in the face.

  Chester grabbed Jared. “Let’s not hurt the nice vampire. Etienne, isn’t it?”

  “I don’t give a fuck what his name is. He put his hands on my mate and I’m going to make him pay.”

  Miguel squatted next to Jacques, who sighed heavily. “Well, that was pretty anti-climatic.”

  Grinning, Miguel said, “Would you prefer me to come charging in, shooting bullets everywhere?”

  “It would have been nice. Oh well, the cunt doesn’t deserve it and why waste good bullets on him. He’s that rancid—the bullets would try to avoid hitting him, anyway.”

  Miguel caught a cartoon picture of bullets trying to stop, their faces screwed up in horror, and chuckled. “You’re right.”

  “Of course I am. I’ve lived with him for years and he sold me, remember?”

  “How could I forget?”

  Jacques stood up and walked over to Etienne who glared at him. Grabbing him by the shirt, he picked Etienne up and threw him across the room, all fifteen feet of it. Etienne hit the wall and slid down, landing in a heap on the floor.

  Jacques walked over and helped Etienne to his feet. Smiling, he kicked him in the balls. Etienne screamed and dropped to the floor where Jacques spat on him.

  Squatting next to him, Jacques said, “That’s for selling me.” He grabbed Etienne by his hair and smashed his head into the floor. “Oh, that’s for selling me too.”

  “Now, now, Jacques.” Chester pulled him away. “We really do need to talk to him.”

  “Yes, Etienne. Where are my brother and sister?”

  Etienne didn’t answer but curled up into a ball on the floor. “Pussy,” Jared muttered, kicking him in the ribs.

  “Jared.” Chester exclaimed.

  “What?” Jared threw his arms up in the air. “My foot slipped.”

  Chester gave him a mock glare, then chuckled. “I guess it did. How is Sacha?”

  “He’s being seen by the paramedics. I’m going to him now, but you know, my foot slipped on the way.”

  “Just keep your foot to yourself, yeah?”

  “Sure thing, Chester.” As he turned, Jared kicked Etienne again. “Oops.”

  Chester pointed to the door. “Jared. Go now.”

  Jared grinned and walked out of the kitchen. Miguel watched him through the window and saw him hug Sacha when he reached him.

  “So, what now?” Jacques asked from behind.

  “First, we get that piece of shit out of here, clean up, and then have a bath together.”

  Jacques’ arms wrapped around his waist from behind and Miguel leaned back into him. “I like that plan.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jacques lay on top of Miguel in the bath, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the water and the relaxing presence of his mate. Of course, it had taken longer to get here than he would have liked, but here they were at last.

  Everyone had wanted to ask questions and have statements taken. Once Etienne had been removed, with another kick from Jared on the way, the crime scene people had turned up and did their thing while he answered question after question after question.

  Finally, after what felt like hours, he could relax here with his mate. He knew Sacha and Jared were in their room. Both he and Miguel had heard the sounds earlier and had smiled. That would be them soon, but first Jacques needed to enjoy the tranquility of this moment, with his mate.

  Seeing the gun pointed at Sacha’s head had scared the shit out of him, but when Sacha had offered coffee and Etienne had accepted, Jacques knew they’d be okay.

  Etienne was all bark and no bite. In fact, Jacques had been surprised he’d hit Sacha. That showed how desperate he was.

  Miguel’s hand wandered down his chest and abs
and caressed his dick. Smiling, Jacques asked, “You want something?”

  “You,” Miguel whispered in his ear.

  Jacques turned in the bath, ignoring the water that splashed over the side. He reached behind Miguel, grabbing a bottle of body wash and passing it to Miguel.

  Leaning forward, he kissed Miguel deep and dirty. Pulling back, he muttered, “I want to be on top. I want you to fuck me.”

  Miguel’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? I can wait until you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready and I won’t have them take this away from me. I love having sex.”

  “We can wait a little longer.”

  “No, Miguel. I want this with you. Help make all those bad memories go away. Replace them with you.” He whispered the last words against his lips.

  They kissed and caressed each other, enjoying the closeness. Miguel’s hands ran up and down Jacques back, grabbing his ass and pulling the cheeks apart.

  Jacques moaned deeply, enjoying the feeling of Miguel’s hands on his body, and struggled not to demand that Miguel fuck him then and there. But Miguel knew. The connection they shared told Miguel what Jacques wanted.

  His fingers ran up and down over Jacques hole, teasing him with what he wanted.

  “In me.”

  The tip of one finger tapped his hole then pushed in. Jacques gasped at the slight penetration, a shiver working through his body. He’d missed this. A man touching him, a man knowing what he wanted and Jacques letting him take it.

  “I’ll always take care of your needs,” Miguel muttered, kissing along his neck. “Always.”

  “Fuck me, Miguel. Don’t make me wait.”

  Miguel’s finger disappeared, and Jacques moaned in protest. That moan changed when two fingers pushed in and he groaned harshly.

  “Yes, like that.”

  Miguel worked his fingers in and out of Jacques hole until Jacques told him to stop. When he pulled them free, Jacques grabbed Miguel’s dick at the base and moved over it. He lowered until he felt the head on his hole and, biting his lip, he slowly sat down, not stopping until he was fully seated.

  He dropped his head forward, wincing at the brief pain he felt. Miguel’s hands rubbed his sides.

  Baby.

  Lifting his head, Jacques smiled. “I’m good.”

  He slid up and then eased back down, letting his body adjust to Miguel. Miguel wasn’t long, but he was thick, and it felt good to be stretched wide.

  He moved a few times until he finally found that spot. He cried out when Miguel’s dick rubbed his prostate and made sure to hit that spot every time.

  He wanted to go slow, but the way Miguel felt had Jacques moving faster. Soon, the water was splashing over the sides and both of them were groaning. It felt amazing to have Miguel fuck him, to finally feel comfortable enough to give that part of himself to his mate.

  Miguel’s hands gripped his sides and Jacques could feel his orgasm approaching. He leaned down and traced the thick vein in Miguel’s neck with his fangs.

  Just as his orgasm began, he bit Miguel. As his blood flowed, Miguel cried out, his body bowing with the intensity of his orgasm. Miguel’s orgasm rolled through him and their bond, shooting Jacques higher.

  Extracting his teeth, Jacques licked the wound, closing it, and he rested his forehead on Miguel’s. They lay like that for several minutes until Miguel said, “Maybe we should clean up while we’re in the bath, and get to bed.”

  “Hmm. Will you crawl there?”

  Miguel’s sharp intake of breath and the arousal flowing through their connection had Jacques smiling. Seemed like Miguel liked that idea.

  “Yes, I will.”

  “Let’s dry off so we can get dirty again.”

  Miguel smiled and leaned up for a kiss Jacques’s gladly gave him. His mate, his savior.

  Epilogue

  Miguel laughed as he watched Silas arguing with Ale. Troy sat next to Miguel, shaking his head as he watched them.

  “He really needs to let it go.”

  “How long have you two been mated now?

  Troy grinned. “Almost a year now.”

  “And everything’s good now?”

  “Amazing.”

  Miguel smiled at him. He looked good. The weight he’d lost had come back, and he looked healthy and happy with a glow to his skin. They fit, just like him and Jacques did.

  “How’s college?”

  “Passed all my exams. I’m going back next week but I’ll be coming home every weekend.”

  “Did Ale tell you he offered me some land?”

  Troy raised an eyebrow at him. “Who do you think gave him that idea? Jacques loves it there, and the land is close to Sacha and Jared’s place.”

  “You?” Miguel sat up and stared incredulously at Troy. He’d certainly grown up over the last few months.

  “Yeah, me. I understand the need he has to have a place where he feels safe.”

  Miguel closed his eyes. Of course, Troy would understand. “Troy-”

  “No, don’t. It’s over with and I have everything I’ve always wanted. And anyway, I need someone close to my age. It gets really boring when you lot start talking about your time in the service.” Troy stood and looked down at him. “Best go and save my mate.”

  Miguel watched him walk over and throw an arm over both Silas and Ale’s shoulders, and within seconds, they were laughing.

  Jacques walked up to him and Miguel spread his legs so he could stand in between them. “Hey, you.”

  Jacques bent down and kissed him deeply. “Hey.”

  “Love you.”

  “I know. I can feel it. I can always feel your love for me.”

  “I’ll always love you, Jacques. You’ll never know how happy you make me feel.”

  “Nowhere near as much as you make me feel.”

  “When can we leave?”

  “Whenever you want, Miguel.”

  They have a bathroom. Sacha and Jared use it frequently.

  Jacques gave him a saucy look. Do they? Let’s go.

  Miguel stood up and pulled Jacques behind him until they reached the bathroom. Miguel went to open the door when he heard a loud moan come from inside.

  “It’s in use,” Chester said. “Go home if you want to fuck. This house already sees far too much with those two.”

  Miguel grinned at Jacques who started laughing. Hugging him close, Miguel joined in.

  He finally had his mate and he couldn’t be happier. The wait had been worth it.

  Prologue

  Tank paced the hospital waiting room, desperate to hear how Chester was doing after he was shot trying to save a woman’s life. How the hell had things gone so bad so quickly? Ale and Michaela had been injured when the shooter escaped police custody. Ale’s injury had required surgery, but it was Chester’s injury – a bullet to the chest - that concerned everyone the most.

  The rest of the team was still at the hospital, most of them were sat or stood around him, and they all had one thing in common— they were all wearing the same shell-shocked expression. Probably mirroring his own. How did the perp get away from the cops and manage to hold them all hostage? Thank god for Silas. Without him, fuck knows what would have happened.

  Pacing over to the doors, Tank took a quick glance around and opened them. He needed to get out of there, he felt like he couldn’t breathe, the waiting was killing him. He glanced down the corridor and slowly began walking down it, passing nurses busy going about their business. He checked every room, trying to locate other members of the team, but didn’t spot anyone until finally he came across Michaela in a room near the far end.

  Her arm had been stitched up and covered, and she now sported an impressive sling. Her expression spoke volumes. She was not happy.

  “Hey Mich. How’s it going?” Tank asked as he stepped into the room.

  “How do you expect? Some fucker shot me. If he wasn’t dead already, I’d shoot him myself.” She glared at him, sighing. “It hurts. I’m waiting for the pai
n meds to kick in.”

  “Shit, Mich. I’m sorry. I keep going over and over it in my head, wondering how that bastard got away.”

  “Oh, well, it all comes down to the fact they were looking after their own. Wasn’t he related to one of the officers?”

  Tank nodded. “Yeah, a brother I think.”

  “Not anymore.” Mich suddenly grinned. “Serves them right he’s dead. The bastard shot me!” She waved her arm to show him but ended up hissing with pain.

  “I’m gonna see if I can get any news on Chester and Ale.”

  “Okay, let me know if you hear anything. I’ll just be here, doing nothing and eating jello.” She grimaced, glancing at her arm again.

  Tank waved goodbye as he stepped out of the room and continued making his way down the corridor. As he approached the nurse’s station, a doctor came around the corner and stepped in Tank’s path. Tank inhaled sharply as their eyes connected… what the fuck? His body seemed to be moving through treacle, causing him to slow down, and his stomach had suddenly developed a severe case of butterflies.

  The doctor also slowed down, mimicking Tank’s movements, his dark eyes roaming over Tank’s body, sizing him up, taking him in. Tall and dark skinned, it was hard for Tank not to appreciate him with the white coat he had on.

  “Can I help you?” the man asked.

  Shaking his head, Tank answered. “No, I’m fine, thanks.”

  He went to walk past him but couldn’t stop himself from looking back at the other man as he smiled at him, white teeth shining against his beautiful dark skin. Tank frowned. Beautiful? When had he ever called a man beautiful? Yet, he just had. No other word seemed to fit.

  “Niles Conway.” The man held his hand out and Tank stared at it before slowly reaching out to shake it.

  As their palms touched, Tank gasped at the sensations that coursed through him. His eyes shot up to Niles, looking to see if he’d felt the same thing. There was a faint red glimmer, but Tank knew that could be for a number of reasons. As he stared, he managed to stammer out, “Tank.”

  “Hi Tank. Are you lost, or do you need any help?”