Now Danny did stand. “But I didn’t. I came back, both times. I only went to him to see what he wanted and, yes, I was curious. I wanted to know what he would say about who I’d become.”
“And the second time? Then time you were caught?”
“I told him I was on your side and that we would rule. I had no intention of returning to him after that.”
“So you say, but I suspect that to be untrue. The bond was not broken between the two of you. Despite you becoming a vampire, your blood still called to one another. Don’t you think I know you watched your family, that you kept an eye on them? I knew everything you did, Danny. And each time you returned, I did my best to persuade you that they were against you, that they wouldn’t want you back.”
“Why? Why would you do that?” He just had to know.
“Because I could. You were an experiment for me, Danny. I’d never broken up identical twins before and when you became interested in me I saw my opportunity. Splitting you two up was my finest accomplishment. Until you returned to him.”
He was speechless. His brain was trying to comprehend what he’d just learned and still come up with a retort. He was finding it virtually impossible.
“I could not trust that you would not turn me over to them after you returned, so I cut you free.” He held his hands up in a careless gesture. “I was through with you in any case.”
“I meant nothing to you?” Danny finally said in a voice much too quiet for his liking.
Chaos shrugged his wide shoulders as he sauntered towards the cot. “At the time I considered you a son. But I realized I could just as easily find another and, next time, be more successful in making him completely mine.”
Danny stood there, dumbfounded, and when the knock sounded on the cell door he actually jumped. Looking over, he saw Starla holding up the keys.
He walked to the door, nodded at her and when she unlocked it he immediately pushed it open.
“Watch him!” Starla warned Danny.
Turning, Danny saw Chaos charging forward and knew he would do anything to break free.
Danny had other plans. Curling his hand into a tight fist, he slammed it into Chaos’ face, sending him reeling backwards onto the cot. He slipped through the open door, slamming it shut behind him.
“Wow!”
“What?” He was vibrating inside. Anger was spilling out of him and he knew if he didn’t do something soon, someone was going to get hurt.
“You knocked him clean out.”
He looked up and saw Starla peering through the tiny window on the cell door and simply turned away. A few moments later, he heard her racing after him.
“Where are you going?”
“Away.”
“Away where?”
When she grabbed his arm, he spun on her, teeth bared and ready for a fight. Then he saw the fear come into her eyes and it was all he needed to calm down. “I’m sorry.” He turned away from her, lifting his fist and slamming it into the wall.
“What the hell did you do that for? Oh, now look, your hand is bleeding.”
“Just leave it,” he insisted when she took hold of it. “It’ll be fine.”
“I’m sure it will be, but still. Come here.” She dragged him towards the sink near the back of the room.
“I don’t need you to tend to my wounds, Starla,” he grumbled as she dragged him along.
“Oh, just be quiet and let me clean this up.”
“I’m more than capable of looking after myself. I’ve been doing it for twenty years.” He tugged at his hand as she ran the water.
“All the more reason to have someone do it for you.” She shoved his hand under the water and he hissed at the pain. “Even tough guys need help once and a while and it’s been long enough that you’ve taken care of yourself. Let someone do it for you for a change.”
“My mother used to say that to me,” he mumbled, his mind suddenly shifting back to his youth when he’d scrape his knees or cut himself and his mother would tend to his wounds. It made his heart long for something that he hadn’t had in more years than he could count. “She used to tell me that I didn’t always have to be brave and that it was okay to show your pain once and a while.” Off in the distance he heard Chaos banging on the cell door, demanding to be released. “I was an experiment to him.”
She washed off the blood then blotted it dry with a swatch of paper towel and let him talk.
“That’s all I was too him. A toy. A plaything. Something to manipulate.”
“I’m sorry.”
Looking up at her, he saw the sincerity in her eyes. Cupping her face in his palms, he drew her closer and touched his lips to hers in a slow, soft kiss. He just needed to feel her, to feel the emotion pouring out of her, and when she wrapped her arms around his body, he felt at home.
Safe, warm, and loved.
He hadn’t felt that in far too long.
“I need you, Starla,” he whispered against her mouth, breathing her in.
Taking his hand in hers, she led him through the crowd of desks and down a long corridor. When she pushed through a doorway he saw the cot against the wall and knew what she had in mind. He stopped her, taking both her hands in his. “I didn’t mean like that. I don’t just want to fuck.”
“I know.” She took his face in her hands now and kissed him softly, letting it linger for the longest time. “I want to give you what you’ve needed for so long. Love.”
Chapter 24
Danny let her lead him to the cot and, as she pulled him down into her waiting arms, he eagerly went. Lying beside her, feeling her next to him was like being surrounded by warm soft blankets. And when she kissed him, he felt himself floating. Her hands were gentle as they stroked over his face, through his hair, and along his arms. It felt so soothing, and he let himself drift with the moment
Her mouth wasn’t urgent but kissed with slow, sensual motions that vibrated throughout his body. He needed to feel her. Sliding his hands along her bare arm, he took in the feel of her silky skin. He threaded his fingers through her hair, loving the softness of it, and imagined how it would feel fanned out over his bare chest. She had a beautiful body, her waist thin and her hips curving just right. Pulling one of her legs up to rest over his, he tested the smoothness of her thigh with his fingers. He’d had women before, more than he could count, yet not once had he ever thought to explore their bodies. He found he wanted to do just that with Starla.
Their lips parted, touched, parted, and touched again. Over and over in a slow mating of their mouths. Her tongue would occasionally slip out to tease his, then slide back into her mouth. And when she parted his shirt and ran her nails along his bare skin he felt the sensation ripple right down into his belly and sink into his balls.
He wanted to feel her bare skin as well.
He took his time undoing the buttons on her shirt, and when it was finally open, he didn’t grope like he had so many times before. No, this time he tested, he touched, he felt. The curve of her breasts were perfectly round. He tested the sides, just under her arms, and loved how soft the skin felt there. Casually he slid his fingers along the underside, and up to the part of her cleavage. He circled the outer edges of her breasts all without touching the nipples he felt pressing against his bare flesh. When he slid his fingers along her ribcage and towards her belly, he felt it quiver.
Flipping open the snap and zipper on her shorts took a bit of finessing but Danny managed it. Slowly he slid them past her hips, testing the skin there as well. She was soft everywhere.
She moaned as he slipped his fingers between her legs but he had no intention of getting her off just yet. He simply wanted to feel. And so he investigated. The part of her lips revealed a velvet lining of pure, moist temptation. She was already damp and that added to the allure of wanting to touch. Her bod
y reacted as he stroked his fingers along her lips, sliding through the moisture. Up and down, he touched in a slow, lazy motion, enjoying the sensation of her juices on his fingers. If he took her now he knew she would give to him freely.
He wanted more.
He wanted to taste.
Releasing her lips, he sat up, smiling down at her before touching his mouth to her chin. He nibbled on it, then worked his way down her neck, onto her chest, then tested her shoulders with his lips. He slid his tongue from shoulder to shoulder before finding his way to the center of her chest, right where the peak of her cleavage rested. Slowly, he kissed his way over the top of each breast, taking him time, just enjoying the taste of her.
She arched her back in a plea to have him take her breast in his mouth. He obliged.
“Yes,” she murmured, placing her hand on his head to guide him to her nipple. He suckled slowly, enjoying the feel of each nipple in his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. She was so ripe and he found her simply delectable.
But he wanted more.
Using his tongue, he slid his way over the swell of her breasts to her quivering belly. He kissed his way over her hips and down her thigh as he pushed her shorts down past her feet. She had such cute feet and he couldn’t resist a nibble.
“Ooh…”
He kissed her toes, nibbled on them, then worked his way up her foot, along her ankle to her knee then her thigh. He parted her legs, kissing his way to her core. The instant he touched his mouth to her she moaned.
He parted her lips and drank her in.
She writhed against him, bucking as his tongue twirled, dipped inside, then flicked.
“You’re going to make me come,” she panted, arching her back as an invitation to give her more.
He dove inside and let her wash over him. She convulsed, quivered, and cried out as it took her over. And when it was through, she dropped her butt down on the cot and panted with her release.
Her orgasm fulfilled him so completely and it was a feeling he’d never felt before.
“More.” She smiled up at him and he felt his heart trip over.
He’d never been in love before but he was pretty damn sure he was now.
Drawing his pants down, he slipped in between her parted thighs and just held himself over her. He wanted to say those three little words to her but was afraid to. He hadn’t recited those words in more years than he could remember.
Instead, he showed her. Taking her mouth, he caressed her lips with his, slowly kissing her as he hovered above her. Her hips began to gyrate and with the movement he could feel the tip of his dick touch the warmth of her pussy. So he began to work it. He didn’t press inside but caressed her moisture with his shaft, enjoying the feel of her parted labia wrapping around his cock. She was hot, wet, and oh so slippery, and he loved it.
“I want more, Danny,” she pleaded, gripping hold of his arms, urging him to press inside.”
“I know,” he whispered, then kissed her lips shut. He worked her up, sliding between her velvet folds while she bucked beneath him. He knew she wanted him to thrust inside but he wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. So he continued to stroke her.
He felt himself nearing the end and touched the tip to her awaiting opening. Their eyes met and held as he slipped inside.
He stroked himself inside of her in a slow, erotic motion, neither taking their eyes off the other. He felt a link, a connection as they became one. He continued the slow motion of arousing them both, drinking in the love he saw in her eyes.
“Oh…Danny…,” she murmured and he felt her clasp onto him.
Still he didn’t speed up. He stroked her up as her body clasped onto his in a tight, contracting grip drawing out his own conclusion and when he felt the urge to come, he pressed himself deep inside and let himself go.
“Yes, oh yes. I can feel you inside of me,” Starla panted, wrapping her legs around his waist as he filled her.
As the last drops spilled inside, he let himself fall. Resting on top of her, breathing heavily, he felt as if he was high.
Then she stroked his hair and he was gone.
“That was nice.”
It was, it really was. Lifting off of her, he rolled onto his back, pulling her against his chest and kissed her head.
He held her in his arms, listening to her breathe and let himself go.
It was the first time in twenty years that he fell asleep with a smile.
***
Fritz hurried to pack all of his belongings into his travel bag. He’d already wasted valuable time talking to his people, informing them that he was heading out for a few days to gather supplies. He didn’t feel the need to tell them the truth and a lie was so much easier in any case. The less they knew the better.
And when Chaos came looking for him, which Fritz knew he would, he would be long gone.
He hoped.
Slinging the travel bag over his left shoulder, Fritz hurried from his office. He hoped he wouldn’t run into anyone who would question his need to do this alone.
As he rushed from the compound and to his car, he saw the familiar black van heading towards him. He shoved his pack into the back seat of his car, slamming the door shut before hurrying into the driver’s seat. He closed himself in, starting the engine while the occupants exited the van. They waved, he waved back, then shifted the car in reverse. He turned it around and headed down the lane towards the highway that would take him away from Jacob’s Cove.
In his rear view mirror, he saw them dragging several humans from the back of the van.
They’d have enough to keep them busy for a while.
Unless Chaos came in and took care of them all.
Their problem. He sped away.
Chapter 25
Danny came awake in a lurch to the sound of fists pounding on metal and Chaos’ voice screaming at a high pitch that was sure to wake the dead. Beside him, Starla stretched.
She was completely naked, curled up at his side and looking so damn tempting. But the fists on metal convinced him she would have to wait.
He slipped out from beside her and pulled on his pants. He did them up as he left the room and headed towards Chaos’ cell. “Jesus Christ! Do you think you could be any louder?”
“Let me out of this infernal room now, Daniel.”
Danny stretched his arms over his head, arching his back and yawning. “You know, I was having the best sleep I’ve had in years when you woke me.”
“Let me out of here, now!”
“Hm…let me think. Should I let you out or not?”
“Daniel, my patience wears thin.”
“Not! And quit that banging or I’m finding a gun and silencing you with it.” Where had that come from? It baffled him but he was mighty proud of himself.
It definitely made Chaos quit his banging, which made Danny even more proud.
“Thank you. Now, be a good boy and stay quiet so my girlfriend can catch some sleep.” But to be safe, Danny decided to look for something to silence Chaos. When he came across the weapons cabinet, locked, he wasted no time. Yanking the lock off, he pulled the door open and was thrilled to find several tranquilizer guns. Grabbing one, he inserted the darts and headed back to Chaos’ cell. Once again he was banging like no tomorrow. “I warned you.” Chaos backed off as he lifted the gun up, and aimed through the cell window. Centering on Chaos’s upper body, Danny hoped he hit his mark.
He pulled the trigger and fired.
The dart hit Chaos in the shoulder and he instantly pulled it out. Danny aimed and fired three more times before Chaos finally dropped. Resting the gun on the floor at his side, Danny watched Chaos for a few moments to make sure he was really out. Satisfied that he was, Danny set the gun on the desk, wrote a note to Starla, informing her to use the tranq on
Chaos if need be and that he would be right back.
He left the police station, whistling.
***
Danny had no idea what sort of flowers Starla liked, so he decided just to grab a wide variety of them. He wished he could bring her real flowers, but since the sun had gone away, nothing was blooming or growing and all the floral shops bouquets had long since died off. So she would have to settle for the fake variety.
And while he was grabbing the flowers, Danny decided to pick up some supplies to last them however long they would be holed up at the police station. He was really getting tired of canned food. What he wouldn’t give for a juicy steak or a thick, greasy burger smothered in onions and mayo. His mouth watered just thinking about it.
Tossing the bags into the cab of the truck, Danny couldn’t wait to get back to Starla. And as soon as he checked on Killer, he was going to go straight to her. He had to be in love. There was no other explanation to how he was feeling. His body felt alive for the first time in years and he knew if he looked in a mirror now, he’d be sporting a wide sloppy grin.
“Hey.”
He shoved the door closed and turned to find his brother. He was looking paler than he had before and Danny figured the lack of sunlight must be playing havoc on his system. “Hey,” he retorted.
“Just out for supplies?”
“More or less. You?”
“Needed some fresh air. We’ve been working on getting Basil’s place back up and ready to live in for the past few hours. I think I have hammers cramp.” Dante lifted his right hand, gave it a shake. “Where’s your girl?”
“Not here.” He wasn’t ready to tell him, yet, where he was staying.
“I’m surprised you’d leave her alone with Chaos.”
Danny tried to hide his surprise but he was sure it showed on his face.
“Yeah, she called me and I take it she didn’t tell you.”
They hadn’t done much talking after she’d unlocked the cell door to let him out, but he wasn’t going to tell his brother why. “So you know I have Chaos?”
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