Bad Boys of the Underworld Box Set

by Jacey Ward

  Ava arched her back and ground herself into him, feeling a hard bulge against her stomach. She ran her hands through his thick soft hair, breathing deeply, inhaling the scent of his body. His hands on her back supported her as she arched backwards, thrusting her breasts forward. Chase leaned his head down and captured one nipple between his lips. Her gasp and low moan proved to him how sensitive her breasts were, so he increased the power of his suction, taking the whole nipple deep into his mouth then releasing it slowly, laving the tip with his tongue as he released the pressure. His lips made their way over to the other breast, showing it the same attention as Ava’s breathing became more labored.

  His lips made their way back up to her neck as he lifted her body upward and pulled her dress down over her hips. He forced it the rest of the way down her body, and standing, she kicked it off onto the floor. His hands found her thigh and slid upward until it reached the thin lining of her black lace panties.

  He shuddered as he felt the wetness between her legs. He slid his fingers down into her panties, noticing that she was completely shaved. Ava moaned loudly as he caressed her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to cause her back to arch in response.

  She cried out, grinding onto his hand, begging for more of his intimate touch. The tips of his fingers found her slit already dripping wet with her juices. He slid a finger inside of her and she raised her hips upward, forcing it deeper.

  “Oh yes!” she hissed in pure delight. Chase slid another finger into her and she cried out, lost to the passion, holding his head and burying her fingers deeply into his hair.

  He felt the walls of her core trembling, squeezing his fingers hard. He inhaled the scent of her arousal, almost causing him to lose the tight grip he was holding on his control. Standing, Chase freed himself from the prison of his trousers, his rock-hard erection springing free. Ava reached down and wrapped her hands around his length causing a growl to escape his lips. She stroked him intimately, running her hands along his girth, rhythmically, as his fingers sunk into her long silky hair.

  Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He picked her up and laid her on down on her carpeted floor. Hurrying the rest of the way out of his jeans, he knelt down and spread her legs wide, caressing her soft, creamy skin and trailing kisses down to the valley between her thighs. Ava let out a loud cry as his lips found her clit and his fingers slid into her again. His technique was so precise, bringing her right up to the edge of her climax.

  “Ava, you’re so damn hot,” he hissed.

  He flicked his tongue quickly against her button until she raised her hips up high, grabbed his head and screamed.

  “Oh, God, Chase, I’m gonna…”

  The rest of her sentence was a loud, fierce cry of intense, earth-shattering pleasure as she climaxed forcefully and her legs shook uncontrollably. Her entire body tensed up and her back arched reflexively. Hot honey exploded onto Chase’s fingers as Ava finally began to breathe again in long, deep breaths, as her orgasm started to wane.

  But Chase wasn’t finished with her yet.

  He trailed kisses up her navel and made his way back up to her breasts, pausing to show them each some attention before kissing his way up to her open, waiting mouth. Ava reached down and took his erection into her hand, guiding it to her wet, warm entrance. She watched as he closed his eyes and slid his length into her slowly, exhaling deeply.

  “Fuck!” he hissed passionately. “You feel so fucking good, Ava.”

  He opened his eyes as he began to move, thrusting into her, slowly at first, and then increasing his pace as her body moved to meet his. He locked his eyes with hers as she cried out in ecstasy, completely lost in his eyes, in the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her as he plunged into her, over and over again. His hand found her breast and he fondled it affectionately, as he moved in and out of her, bringing her closer and closer to another mind-blowing orgasm.

  As she felt herself reaching the edge of her second climax, she grabbed onto Chase’s muscular buttocks and wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him even deeper inside of her. She raised her hips upward and cried out again as her entire body shook, the tremors seeming to build in intensity, the pleasure overwhelming.

  Her gripping pussy sent Chase over the edge. He couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final hard, deep, thrust he let out a loud groan, his back arching with the force of his release. His eyes turned blood red and his fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth as he exploded inside of her filling her to the brim with his essence. He closed his eyes as he collapsed on top of her, completely spent, the aftershocks still rippling through him.

  He had never felt such pleasure in his entire life—and he was nearly 100 years old. He’d had sex with his fair share of vampire women in his lifetime, and even a few human women he’d met out on visits to other vampire communities around the world. He and Azalea had fucked countless times over the years—in fact, she had taken his virginity back when they were in their adolescent years—but none of it had ever compared to what he’d just experienced with this woman. It was official: there was no way he was ever going to be able to let her go.

  **

  Ava was in a sound sleep. They had moved to her bedroom and had made earth-shattering love once more before she’d finally drifted off into a deep, sound sleep.

  Chase couldn’t help thinking that she looked like an angel when she slept—so peaceful and content. He gently moved a stray hair from her face and smiled down at her sleeping figure.

  He checked the time on his phone and saw that it was nearly 5 a.m. He knew his parents were going to be wondering where he’d been all night and he was not looking forward to having to explain himself. The night he and Nicholai had gone to the bar, his parents had damned near had kittens over it.

  As his 100th birthday neared, he was feeling the pressure of everything that was going to be expected of him; and though he felt guilty because it was the most coveted position in his clan, the mere idea of becoming the clan’s next leader had recently started to repulse him.

  His parents couldn’t understand why he wasn’t excited and why he didn’t want to marry Azalea—the most appealing, intelligent and gifted female vampire in the clan; or in other words, the perfect specimen for the wife of a clan leader.

  He climbed out of bed quickly and quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty beside him. After dressing, he collected his phone and silently exited her house through the front door. He didn’t want to leave. He wished more than anything that he could just lie there in Ava’s arms forever, but he knew he had to get back to his home in Lexus before sunrise.

  He locked Ava’s front door behind him and got into his car.

  From another car parked a few hundred feet away, Azalea sat in the driver’s seat fuming with rage and jealousy. She watched with anger as Chase left the human whore’s house and headed back up toward Lexus.

  Nicholai had been right. Chase really did have a new love interest and it was a wretched, disgusting mortal female.

  Pure hatred burned in Azalea’s blue eyes, turning them red with fury. Her fangs began to protrude and she had to fight everything in her to not break the human woman’s door down and rip her fucking head off right then and there.

  Chapter Nine: Broken Hearts and Hard Truths

  Azalea stormed into the house and slammed the door behind her. Katheryn came rushing down the spiral stairs and met her daughter in the front hall.

  “Azalea! Where have you been all night? It’s nearly dawn already!”

  Azalea looked up at her mother as blood red tears fell from her eyes. Katheryn saw the hurt and indignation in her daughter’s eyes and her tone immediately softened.

  “Azalea, what is it, love? What happened to you?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

  “Mama, Chase’s heart belongs to another!” she blurted out. Her mother’s eyes widened in shock at her daughter’s words.

  “Th-that can’t be! I mean, we’ve already
had the promise ceremony!”

  “Oh mother,” Azalea cried, her lips quivering. “He’s in love with a filthy, stinking mortal!”

  Katheryn almost lost her balance. She backed up into a chair and sat down, completely flabbergasted. She sat there in stunned silence for a brief moment. Finally, she stood back up and went over to comfort her daughter.

  “Don’t you worry, child,” she said softly, wiping a bloody tear from Azalea’s eyes. “I have something I want to show you. Come with me.”

  **

  Detective Hartzman awoke to the sound of loud yelling that was coming from just outside of his house. He rose from his bed quickly, throwing on a robe and heading out to the front hall. The shouting grew louder as he made his way to the front door.

  Peeking window beside his door, he was utterly shocked by what he saw.

  There was a veritable mob of people—most of them from the city council—gathered out on his front lawn, and they did not look happy.

  He opened the door and stepped out onto the front porch.

  Deputy Long forced his way through the crowd of people and hurried up onto the porch.

  “What is all this? What’s going on, here?” William asked, concernedly.

  “Sir, the city council is in an uproar. Two more bodies were found early this morning!”

  William’s jaw nearly hit the ground.

  **

  Ava woke to the sound of her phone ringing. She sat up and saw that Chase had left and the sun was already high up in the sky.

  Oh shit! I must’ve really slept in, she thought to herself.

  She reached for her phone and saw that it was her father.

  “Ava, if you really want to get the lead on that story you’re looking to write for the newspaper, you need to meet me over at the city meeting hall for an emergency council meeting as soon as you can,” he said. Ava could sense the distress in his voice.

  “What’s wrong, Dad? She asked, throwing the covers off of her body and reaching for her silk robe.

  “Just hurry up if you want this info for your story,” he persisted.

  “I’ll be right there, Dad,” she promised.

  **

  The meeting room was crowded and the council members appeared to be very upset. Ava hurried over to her where her father and a few other police officers were seated. The mayor of Mountain Crest was standing up at the podium attempting to calm the loud, angry crowd.

  “Something has to be done, now!” Mr. Rankin yelled out at the mayor.

  “I assure you that we are giving this case the full attention of the precinct. We will not rest until this killer is found! You have my word!” the mayor responded.

  “Dad, what’s going on?”

  “Two more young women were killed last night,” he replied solemnly. “An 18-year-old high school senior and a 19-year-old girl who had just been accepted into a college upstate.” He shook his head and sighed.

  “Oh my God!” Ava whispered.

  “The city is in an uproar. The council is convinced that a Lexus resident is responsible.”

  “I know what they are, Dad,” Ava confessed.

  Her dad’s eyes widened and he looked up at her sternly.

  “What do you mean, Ava?”

  “I mean, I know what they are.”

  “How did you--,” before he could finish his question, Ava held up her hand.

  “You should have just told me, Dad,” she stated coolly.

  “I’m sorry Ava. I just didn’t quite know how to,” he admitted, softly. “But now, the council members want to take action. A member of the council saw Chase Veldassare at the fair last night, and that’s where the two young girls disappeared from. They’re convinced that he’s the killer and they want to go after him. We have to figure out a way to calm them before they do something drastic and possibly start an all-out war between us and them!”

  Ava knew what she was going to have to do. Though she really didn’t want to do it, she realized that she didn’t have a choice. There was no way she was going to let an angry mob go after an innocent man. She stood up and walked over to the podium. She whispered to the mayor and he moved back to give her the microphone.

  The crowd began to quiet when they saw her at the podium. Ava cleared her throat.

  “My heart goes out to the families of these beautiful young girls, all taken from this world too soon, but Chase Veldassare is not the killer. I know this for a fact. Yes, he was at the Summer Fair last night, but he was there with me; and there is no way he possibly could’ve killed those girls because he spent the entire night with me at my home. Thank you and God bless you all.”

  Gasps, whispers and murmurs filled the room.

  She kept her head raised and her eyes straight ahead as she walked out of the building. She could only picture the look on her father’s face as she hurried to her car and quickly sped off down the street.

  Ava felt that there had to be some kind of connection between all of these young girls and she was determined to figure out what it was. Perhaps it could lead them to the real killer.

  **

  Later that day, Ava raced to Lexus and went straight to the Veldassare residence. She sprinted up the long walkway and knocked loudly on the door with the golden door knocker.

  Finally, a voice came over the intercom.

  “Who is it?” It was Evangeline.

  “Ms. Veldassare, its Ava, Detective Hartzman’s daughter. Please let me in. I need to talk with you. It’s urgent!”

  The front door opened and Ava entered.

  Once inside the second doorway, Vincent and Evangeline greeted Ava in the front room.

  “What is it, child?” Evangeline asked, looking concerned.

  “The city council is in an uproar! Two more girls were killed last night and they think that Chase killed them.”

  Their faces drained of what little color they had. “No! That can’t be! Chase would never do something like that!” Evangeline insisted.

  “I think we’re being framed by someone,” Vincent suddenly stated.

  “So do I,” Ava added. That’s why I came to talk to you today. Is there someplace we could sit down?”

  They all went into the study. Ava took a notebook out of her purse and sat it down in front of her.

  “Listen, I know what all of you are, here in Lexus, and I also know that you’re not killers. I think I have a theory about whoever is trying to frame you all.”

  Ava had looked up all of the names of the young girls who had been killed in Mountain Crest. They were all young women in their late teens and two of them had grown up in a very religious family. The other two had been really quiet, introverted young women who were not very social or popular among other teens their age. None of the young women’s families had ever mentioned a boyfriend. Ava was starting to wonder if all of these young women could have been virgins.

  When she said it, Evangeline’s already pale face whitened even more and her mouth dropped open.

  “Dear God!” she exclaimed, her voice a loud whisper.

  “What is it, darling?” Vincent asked, reaching out and covering her hand with his.

  “When I was a young woman, my grandmother used to tell me stories about the days of Van Helsing’s revolution. She said that some vampires became so desperate for power to rule over the humans once again, that they made pacts with darker supernatural entities…like demons…and dark witches.”

  Ava shivered at the sound of Evangeline’s words.

  Evangeline got up and went over to the bookshelf. She pulled out a book and opened it up on the table. Ava and Vincent moved in closer to look at the pages.

  “There was a certain kind of demon in this world called a Necromorus who could open a portal between this world and the Underworld. Controlling this opening would give a species domination over all others. Only a Dark Witch or someone who practices dark magic can summon this particular demon though, and they would need to use an ancient amulet called a Necrostone in orde
r to summon and control it. It is said that whoever has the Necrostone can control the demon, who in turn controls the power from the open portal.”

  She paused for a moment and Ava and Vincent looked down at the pictures in the book.

  “In order for the demon to open the portal, he must perform a ritual. He must drink the blood of five human female virgins and then offer the blood of a “Sacred Sixth” to the Keeper of the Portal.”

  “Sacred Sixth? What’s that? A sixth virgin?” Ava asked.

  “No, it’s a human woman born on a certain day at a certain time. But, it says here that the Sacred Sixth will bear the Mark of the Sixth somewhere on her body.”

  “Like a tattoo? Or a birthmark?”

  “Exactly.”

  Holy shit! Yesterday I didn’t even know vampires existed. Now, I’m being told that there are witches and demons and shit running around on earth! Ava’s head felt as if it was spinning.

  “Well, four virgins have already been killed, so it only needs one more before it sacrifices the Sacred Sixth! Is there anything in your book that can help us identify who the Sacred Sixth is so we can protect her or something? My dad can put her under police protection.”

  Evangeline laughed at Ava’s naivety.

  “Darling, there’s only one way to defeat a Necromorus demon, and that is to burn the Necrostone, sending the demon to the Underworld.”

  “So if we need to figure out who has the stone, so we can destroy it,” Ava reiterated.

  Chase silently watched and listened to them through a crack in the study door. He had just about walked into the room but then had heard the sound of Ava’s voice. He had stopped, wondering why she would be there. However, as he listened, he had a suspicion that he knew who the person behind the Necromorus demon was. He decided not to join in the meeting happening in the next room – he wanted to confront this person himself. If he was wrong, then no harm will have been done, but if he was right, he was going to take care of the conniving bitch himself.