by Carol Lynne
“Fane Dobre, my sire.”
York turned his attention to Lauren. “That’s enough.”
York used his free hand to pull Vince’s wrist from Lauren’s mouth. He lifted the bleeding wound to his mouth and lapped Vince’s blood for several seconds before sealing it.
When he was finished, he smiled. “Your sire probably had the same cock adornments.”
“What?” Fane had been a boring bookworm of a man, but Vince had loved him as much as he’d loved his own father. He definitely knew nothing of Fane’s cock.
“Fane was the second son of archivist Wadim Dobre.” York released his cock and moved to lie beside Vince. “You could’ve done this on your own.”
With Lauren resting peacefully, Vince rolled to face York. “So why did Fane warn me against attempting a transition.”
York reached out and stuffed his hand down the front of Vince’s underwear. “When you sire someone, you’re connected to them forever. It’s like getting married except the only divorce option is death. Fane’s advice sounds more…fatherly than anything else.”
Vince scooted even closer to York, enjoying the feel of York’s hand on his cock. He’d realized when York had agreed to help him with Lauren that his beliefs on what a relationship was supposed to be would have to change. York was right. He had forced himself to suffer for years because he’d been turned. It was time he fully embraced his vampire side. He thought of the other two men that were connected to York by the same bond. He would feel better with four men guarding Lauren, especially with Armand still on the loose.
“Touch me,” York said.
“This will change everything,” Vince reminded York.
“I’m counting on it.” York squeezed Vince’s cock. “Benson, Drone and Lauren are the only three people I’ve ever pledged to give my life to protect. I’d like to add your name to that list, but with that comes a real relationship between us, not just between you and Lauren.”
Vince understood, and he appreciated York’s honesty, but talking shit to death had never been one of his character traits. He decided to accept York’s offer physically, rather than verbally. Decision made, he climbed off the bed and stripped out of his clothes.
“Is that a yes?” York asked, his hand back on his own cock.
It had been years since Vince indulged in a sixty-nine with another man, but if he were completely honest with himself, the embedded beads on York’s cock fascinated him. He straddled York’s body, putting his mouth inches above the adorned shaft.
York laughed before licking the crown of Vince’s cock. “Guess that answers the question.”
Vince glanced at Lauren. “When will she wake up?”
York held Vince’s cock out of the way while he laved Vince’s balls with the flat of his tongue. “Her entire makeup has to change. Give it a day.”
“A day?” Vince had expected the process to take hours.
“It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other.” York took Vince’s cock down his throat, obviously finished with the conversation.
Vince held York’s erection by the base and ran the tip of his tongue around the ring of beads just below its crown. Lauren had been correct, the damn things were pronounced but incredibly smooth to the touch. Vince imagined the feel of them as they slid in and out of his ass. Damn.
With shallow thrusts, Vince began to fuck York’s throat as he slipped his lips over the head of York’s cock. He stopped at the beads, not yet comfortable enough to attempt a full-on blowjob, and concentrated on the head. To give York extra pleasure, Vince spat on his hand and circled York’s puckered hole with his finger.
York moaned and released Vince’s cock. “Would you let me fuck you?”
Vince thought of the beads and nodded. “Lube’s in the drawer, probably under a bunch of other shit.”
“How long’s it been?” York asked as he dug through the drawer.
Vince didn’t need to think too hard to come up with the answer. He repositioned himself on his hands and knees. “I haven’t taken a male lover with any regularity for thirty-six years, but there’ve been a few instances since then.”
York shut the drawer and moved to kneel behind Vince. He ran his palm over the cheeks of Vince’s ass before leaning down to kiss it. “That’s sweet. You’re practically a virgin.”
“Fuck off,” Vince said over his shoulder. “I prefer pussy, that’s all.”
“Maybe that’s because you haven’t found the right cock.” With slick fingers, York probed Vince’s hole. “Don’t worry about it. Between me, Drone and Benson, we’ll get you back up to speed in no time.”
Vince flinched when York’s finger shoved in deep. “Don’t push your luck. I’ve agreed to share myself and Lauren with you. There was no mention of Benson and Drone fucking me.”
York quickly moved to two fingers. “Fane did a really shitty job of teaching you how to be a vampire.”
Vince looked over his shoulder, ready to rip off York’s head. “Don’t you say another word against my sire.”
“Sex unifies. It’s the reason the best BVA teams out there are involved sexually.” York removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. “My team handles the most dangerous assignments. Unity is essential.”
Vince understood. In all the years he’d served as a cop, he’d never felt as though his fellow officers had his back. He wondered what it would be like to trust so completely. “Okay.”
“Good, because they’ve probably felt Lauren’s death and are no doubt on their way here.” York slowly eased his cock into Vince’s hole.
When the beads entered his channel, Vince flinched again, not out of pain, but pleasure. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned.
“Just wait.” York pushed in to the root.
Vince gripped the bedspread in his hands as he fought not to cry out. He took several deep breaths and willed his body to accommodate York’s size.
York eased out and Vince felt the promised pleasure of the beads. He gasped as one by one the protrusions rubbed against his inner wall. No wonder the accoutrements were reserved for only the few vampires with pure blood left in the world. He’d heard that the purebloods got all the best pussy. Now, he knew why. Vince grinned, grateful that York was an equal opportunity fucker.
York slammed in again.
Vince’s climax hit him all at once. He’d always taken pride in his stamina but that pride abandoned him as he came without warning.
“Fuck!” Vince growled his anger at the embarrassment.
York thrust in again and reached down to drag his hand through the cum still clinging to Vince’s cock. “Don’t be hard on yourself. It’ll take plenty of practice to take my cock for a full ride.”
In a surprising move, York bent to pepper soft kisses against Vince’s back, showing more tenderness than Vince had thought possible. He looked forward to peeling back the layers of York’s tough exterior to the heart of the man. Despite York’s bravado, Vince knew York’s relationship with Lauren wasn’t completely about sex.
* * * *
Opening her eyes, Lauren found she was surrounded by familiar faces. She looked at her friends York, Benson and Drone. “What? Am I dying or is this a recreation of the Wizard of Oz?”
Benson smiled, something he only seemed to do for Lauren, and sat on the edge of the bed. The large blond Adonis brushed her hair away from her face. “Just the opposite. You’ve been reborn.”
Reborn?
“Vince, get in here!” York yelled.
Remembering her face, Lauren tried to shield it from the man she loved. Benson reached out and kept her from covering her cheek. “No need. We’ve already seen them.”
A tear ran down the side of her cheek. Armand had been right. If Vince wasn’t put off by the sight of her, it would only be out of pity that he stayed. The opposite side of the bed dipped, and Vince’s arm wrapped around her.
“It’s about time you woke up,” he said, kissing the side of her neck.
Lauren was too embarrassed to look at him. “I’ll understand…” she whispered.
Vince put his hand under her chin and turned her head to face him. “Enough of that. You’re beautiful.” He ran a finger over her cheek. “York thinks they’ll fade in time. They’re not as bad as you think.”
Lauren looked into Vince’s deep brown eyes and saw the truth in his words. “He said no one would want me. I guess he didn’t know you.”
A thought occurred to her, and she tried to sit up. “Where’s Armand?”
Looking decidedly uncomfortable, York stepped forward and stretched out beside her. “I failed you. I thought I’d killed him, but you were bleeding, and I knew if we didn’t hurry and turn you, it would be too late.”
Lauren closed her eyes and sank back into the pillow. She wasn’t angry with York, but to know Armand was still out there, probably licking his wounds in some five-star resort, would eat at her until she found him again. “It’ll take him several weeks to recover, depending on his injuries.”
York laid his head on Lauren’s pillow. “No one should have been able to recover from the wounds I inflicted.”
“Believe me, I shouldn’t have been able to survive the injuries I sustained at Armand’s hands either. There aren’t many shifters in the world, so those of us who are left have been granted the gift of surviving almost anything.” Lauren ruffled Vince’s hair. “What about the police?”
Vince rolled to his side. He looked from York back to her. “I lied to them. I don’t feel good about it, but you were right, cops don’t stand a chance against Armand. I called Bently after we made sure you would be okay and told him one of the BVA officers had made it to the scene first. I asked him to check with them, but because Armand was a shifter, I believed the BVA had domain over the body.”
“And Bently bought it?” she questioned.
“Sure, once Kade Black called the Commissioner.” Vince grasped her hand and lifted it to his lips. “I’ve been asked to join the Bureau of Vampire Affairs as an investigator. I haven’t taken the job, because I wanted to talk it over with you first.”
“As part of the Rogue Hunters team?”
“Yes, they want you, too. Not just as a contractor but full-time.”
“But you have to be…” It suddenly dawned on her. Her hand went to her throat. “Did you?”
“Kind of. There was no other way. The wounds to your neck were too extensive.” Vince looked down at their joined hands. “I’m sorry. We took a chance with your life and you weren’t even coherent enough to agree, but there was no time for me to learn, so York and I did it together.”
Still holding Vince’s hand, Lauren reached for York. “You both?” She shook her head. “What does this mean?”
York shrugged. “We don’t know yet, but there was no time to question it.”
She felt her face for the first time. “Is that why York thinks these will heal?”
“Yes. The old scars will remain, but the new wounds already seem to be fading,” Vince told her.
“How long have I been out?” Lauren looked around the room, eyes coming to rest on Drone. The last she knew, the six-foot-six, African-American version of Mr. Clean had been in Portugal.
York answered for Vince. “Two days. We’re not sure if it took longer because of the shifter genes or the extent of the damage Armand inflicted.”
“But I’m okay now? I’m like all of you?” Lauren knew it was crazy, but she was happy with her newfound self. She’d finally belong with a group of people, the most important of whom were pressed close on either side of her.
“We’re not sure yet of your abilities. As far as we know, there hasn’t been another case of a shifter being turned. The Bureau is looking through the archives in case problems arise.” York stretched out beside Lauren, bracketing her between her two sires.
Lauren sighed. It felt right but odd at the same time. Although she felt a bone-deep connection with York, her heart still belonged to Vince. “I’ve never heard of someone having two sires, but I feel as though if either of you died, so would I.”
Vince brushed his palm down Lauren’s cheek. “York and I have come to an understanding about his place in your life and in our bed.”
“And that is?” Lauren asked, interested in what the two men had come up with.
“He’ll be welcomed as long as you want him here.” Vince looked from Lauren to each of the men in the room before answering. “As far as the rest of our new team, if they agree to protect you with their lives, they can still have access to your body if that’s what you want.”
Lauren nodded. “That’s exactly what I want.”
Vince’s gaze narrowed. “Don’t get any strange ideas in that pretty head of yours though because York is the only one who’ll be allowed to sleep in our bed.”
Lauren giggled and reached down to rub the front of Vince’s jeans. “I take it the two of you fucked while I was out.”
Vince glanced at York. “Regularly, but that’s not the point. If we’re going to work as a team, we’ll need to live as a team.”
“Music to my ears.” Lauren sat up and beckoned Drone and Benson over. It had been weeks since she’d seen or spoken to either man. “I’ve missed you two.”
Benson joined Lauren, York and Vince on the bed without qualms, but Drone held back. “You, too,” she encouraged, holding out her hand to Drone.
“It’s a special time,” Drone said, shaking his head.
“And you are special to her, to us,” Vince replied, urging Drone to join them.
“But you said—”
“That York was the only one to sleep in our bed,” Vince finished Drone’s sentence. “That’s true, but this bed is only big enough for three to sleep comfortably. I didn’t say you couldn’t join us while we’re awake.”
Lauren pushed down the covers as she tried to figure out exactly what had happened to Vince while she’d been asleep. Moving up to rest her back against the headboard, she decided to test Vince further by opening her legs and inviting Benson closer.
After a quick glance in Vince’s direction, Benson settled his shoulders between Lauren’s spread thighs and buried his face against her pussy. Benson’s attentions had always been about more than physical pleasure. Each flick of his tongue was a profession of his loyalty.
“I know you’ve missed me.” Lauren threaded her fingers through Benson’s long blond hair as he continued to eat her pussy.
Lauren turned her attention to Drone. “See? Nothing’s truly changed between us. We still need you.”
York moved over to lie beside Vince, giving Drone a portion of the mattress beside Lauren.
“Thank you,” Lauren mouthed to York.
York grinned and wrapped his arms around Vince. “No problem, I’ll bide my time while you reacquaint yourself with Benson and Drone.”
Vince turned his head and shared a deep kiss with York. Lauren thrust against Benson’s tongue. She thought she must be the luckiest woman in the world. When Drone’s mouth latched onto her breast, she knew she was.
A cell phone on the bedside table began to ring, stilling all of them. Lauren knew that particular ringtone belonged to Kade Black, head of vampire military for the BVA.
As York broke the kiss with Vince and scrambled to get the phone, Benson withdrew his tongue from Lauren’s pussy and sat up.
Kade rarely phoned unless it was a life or death situation that needed the team’s immediate attention.
“Yes, sir,” York answered. The muscles in his back tightened as he listened. “How did you get his phone?”
Lauren reached for Vince’s hand. Was the call about Armand? Had they discovered his location already? And if not Armand, than who? Although she’d helped the Rogue Hunters on jobs in the past, her role had always been limited to gathering information on the vampires they searched for. A feeling of power surged through her. She was one of them now, and with everlasting life came the responsibility of policing the others of her new race. She’d never
stop hunting her father, but she refused to spend her new life obsessing over him, too.
After all, there were rogue vampires to catch and four men who would spend centuries protecting her. It was a pretty damn good life, despite the way it had started out.
York bounded off the bed and started to pace. “Leave it to us,” he said before ending the call.
He turned to face the bed. “Kade Black was taken hostage early this morning by Rousseau’s army of feral savages. Most of the Black Guard were decimated during the ambush, but Kade managed to pass his phone to one of his most trusted men with instructions to call me.”
“What could Rousseau hope to gain? He’s the wealthiest vampire on the planet.” Benson rose and went to stand next to York.
“Sovereignty. He wants the BVA out of Louisiana for good,” York explained. “Rousseau has given the BVA High Council until Monday at dawn to sign the decree or he’ll kill Black at sunrise.”
“What about Armand?” Vince asked.
“Without Black, the military will collapse. They follow him for a reason,” York explained.
“It’s okay.” Lauren straddled Vince’s lap. “It’ll take Armand a few weeks before he’s strong enough to take another life. We need to handle Rousseau first. Then we can concentrate on tracking and killing my father.”
Vince grabbed Lauren’s ass and resettled her over his cock, impaling her in one bold thrust. “You’ve just completed your transition. You should stay here and gather your strength.”
With her hands on Vince’s broad shoulders, Lauren rose up before sinking back down. “I’m a member of this team now, so I’ll go with the rest of you.”
York moved to kneel behind Lauren. With his hands on her breasts, he pressed his cock against her asshole until it slid inside. “We’re stronger together. Armand will be dealt with, even if we have to call in Black after we get him away from Rousseau.”
Lauren had never met Kade Black, but she’d heard stories about him since she’d first joined with Drone, York and Benson. Evidently, Kade was the fiercest warrior the vampire race had ever created. She wondered how Rousseau and his men could contain such a legend.