by Bree Younger
Suddenly he pulled his hand free of the grasping clasp of her body. She cried out in denial. He released his grip on her hands and slid down her body, pushing her legs wide and diving in to taste her. His thumbs opened her to the probing of his tongue, and he slid a finger back into her throbbing channel. He flicked her clit with his tongue over and over, his finger rubbing over just the right spot inside her, driving her mad. She could feel her juices slide down her inner thighs as he tongue-fucked her as if he loved the taste of her.
Libby was mindless, her body trembling and shaking in need. She sank her hands into his hair, pulling him against her, straining into his touch until she came in long, heated contractions, screaming out his name just as he’d wanted her to.
Chapter Seven
Ty watched as Libby came, the strong contractions of her inner muscles clamping down on his finger with each pulsing throb. He drank down the salty sweet cum of her release. When the last of her orgasm faded away, he slid up her body, covering her, and thrust inside with one slow push. Her body closed around him, welcoming him into her warm depths.
He kissed her, a long, wet tasting. He loved kissing her, loved the little mewling sighs she made as their tongues slid against one another in hot demand. He felt her legs lift to tighten around his hips, locking around his back to urge him even deeper. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, just absorbing the feel of her body’s tight clasp. “Son of a bitch, baby. You feel so good.”
“Fuck me, Ty.” He saw the need burning in her eyes, matching the ache in his cock.
“Hold on, Lib.”
He withdrew until only the very tip of his cock was still lodged within her body. Pausing for a moment, he looked down at where their bodies were joined. Then he pushed back in with a slow, even glide. Again. And again. His pace slow as he enjoyed the wet suction of her willing cunt as it tried to hold onto him.
She pressed up, trying to force him to speed up the pace, but he resisted her efforts, the muscles straining in his neck revealing the control he was exerting to keep to his slow rhythm. He felt her hands reach back and sharp nails dig into his butt. Their sweat-slick bodies clung together as he gradually increased his pace. She came again with a strangled cry, and he froze, holding back his own orgasm with great effort. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted this to last as long as he could make it.
He urged Libby over onto her belly, pausing to admire the smooth, creamy expanse of her back, before he pulled her onto her knees. “Don’t move.”
He heard her groan, but she remained as he had positioned her. With a gentle caress, he drew one finger down the center of her back, smiling to himself as she arched against his touch. Leaning forward, he used his tongue to follow the same path, tasting her skin in a long lick. He felt her shiver against his mouth.
His hand slid over her skin, grasping her hip to hold her still as he moved lower. He parted her legs and looked at the treasure that lay there, her pink outer lips parted and the inner lips gleamed with the juice from her earlier orgasm. “Beautiful,” he whispered before moving in for a long lick, his tongue searching out each hollow and crevice.
She tasted so good he couldn’t get enough, burying his face in her pussy. He ate and ate as she squirmed and moaned into the mattress. He pushed his tongue up inside her, fucking her with it like he had done earlier with his cock. Like he would do again. Soon. But for now, he wanted to drink down another taste of her delicious honey.
He continued eating her, his finger sliding through her slickness, wetting himself before reaching up to probe at her anal rose, pressing in slightly.
He heard her breath catch, but she didn’t ask him to stop, so he went deeper, up to his knuckle. His tongue flicked against her clit, and he heard her moan. Damn, she was so fucking delicious.
He gave each of her ass checks a teasing bite before he slid his cock back inside her pussy. She grunted as he worked his way in. “You like the way that feels, don’t you, sweetheart? So do I, Lib. So do I.”
“Will you just fuck me already, Ty.”
He chuckled and circled his hips, laughing again as she shoved back against him. He gripped her and pulled back.
“How do you want it, Lib? Hard and fast? Or soft and slow?”
“Just do it, Ty.”
He slammed his hips forward just as she said his name, and she whimpered. He smiled in satisfaction. Then he began pistoning his hips, giving her everything she had asked for and more. He slid one hand around to rub against her clit with each stroke, wanting to drag this out as long as he could but knowing he had almost reached the end of his control.
“Oh, God, Ty. Oh, God. Please…”
“Come for me, Lib. Come for me now.”
She threw her hips back against him harder and harder until with a loud scream, she came, her pussy milking him and setting off his own orgasm. His own shout was short and gruff and filled with satisfaction. He leaned down, pressing his face against her damp hair, breathing in the scent that he’d come to associate with her alone.
She collapsed, sinking into the bed with a muffled groan, and he pulled out and rolled to the side, covering his face with his arm. He heard her harsh breathing matching his own.
He turned his head and saw her watching him. She looked as stunned as he felt. He opened his mouth but had no clue what the hell to say, so he closed it again and just reached out to pull her against him. She snuggled close, her head on his chest.
They lay there for several minutes, and Ty let his mind empty. He didn’t let himself think about their predicament, about how worried his brother must be. Not the unusual strength of his response to Libby. Nothing. But the oblivion couldn’t last, and finally he moved, rolling away from Libby and sitting on the side of the bed to pull on his boxers.
“It’s almost dawn. I need to cover the windows.”
He felt the bed move as Libby stood up. He glanced around and saw her picking up her clothes. She looked over at him and met his eyes. Her hair was wild-looking, standing up like a halo around her head. He saw her cheeks flood with color before she pulled her shirt on. He shook his head, wanting to break through the awkwardness.
“Libby…”
“No.” She stopped him. “No, it’s okay. You said we need to cover the windows?”
He let her change the subject, not really sure what he had been going to say. “Right. I’ve got to get some sleep, and the two windows in here are gonna have to be covered. Look around and see if you can find some blankets or something, okay? I don’t want to get any more sunburns if I can help it.”
“Right.”
They searched the small cabin, finally finding a couple of thick blankets in the old trunk that served as an end table in the living room. They worked together and quickly rigged a way for them to cover both windows so that no light came through. Then they shoved the bed to the far side of the room away from the windows just in case. Ty checked his watch. Dawn was less than thirty minutes away. He did a final check of the cabin, making sure that the doors were locked and shoving a couple of kitchen stools beneath the doorknobs.
He got the blinds closed right as the sun began its first gentle blossoming. He could feel it, the tug of sleep, as he always did at the first rising.
“Ah…are you going to be like you’re dead while you sleep?”
He turned and saw Libby standing in the doorway of the bedroom, a hint of trepidation on her face.
“Tsk, tsk. Lib, you’ve been thinking about those silly movies again, haven’t you?”
She wore such a guilty expression that he couldn’t hold back a grin.
“No, I’m not going to go into some kind of hibernation or anything. I sleep normally. I just do it during the day instead of at night. But I’m exhausted, so I really need to get some good, restful sleep.”
She nodded. “I didn’t even ask before. We kind of got sidetracked, but I assume that you got something to—er—eat earlier?”
“Yeah. I found some deer not too far
away. I hid the truck better, too. Then I did a little exploring. That’s what took me so long. I didn’t want to run into any of our ‘friends’ so I took my time and was especially careful.”
“Okay. Good. That’s good. So you’re feeling better?”
“Lots better. Now if I can just get a good day’s sleep, I’ll be good to go.” He studied her. “How about you? How are you feeling?” She seemed all right, but he knew that if he’d injected her with his venom, it could take up to twenty-four hours before she would feel the effects. So she could be in for a big crash soon. He’d have to keep a close eye on her.
“Not too bad. A little weak, maybe.”
“Well, you can sleep with me, or you can just hang out in here. It’s up to you.”
“I think I’ll stay up for a bit. I got some sleep while you were gone, so I’m not really that tired.”
He wondered if that were true or if she was just uncomfortable about sharing a bed with him. “That’s okay. Just don’t go outside, all right? And stay away from the windows.” He walked toward the bedroom, and she quickly moved out of his way. He caught her arms as he passed her and dropped a quick kiss on her surprised mouth. “If you hear anything or you get scared, come and get me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Where’s the gun?”
She looked around, her brow puckered in thought. “Oh. It must still be in the bathroom.”
She darted down the hall and emerged a moment later with the weapon in her hand. “Found it.”
“Good. Keep it close by.”
“I will.” She crossed to sit on the couch, setting the gun carefully on the table beside her. The room was growing lighter, and Ty could feel the pull of the bed calling him.
“All right then. See you in a few hours.”
“Goodnight, I mean sleep well.”
“If you get tired, just come on and climb in. It won’t bother me.”
“Okay.”
He nodded one last time before he turned to enter the bedroom. The mattress was not the most comfortable he had ever slept on, but he was just glad to have somewhere he could stretch out and relax for a few hours. Even though he was completely worn out, it took him a long time to fall asleep. His mind kept going over and over what had happened to him, what the vampires had said, trying to make some kind of sense out of it all. But by the time sleep finally claimed him, he was no closer to figuring anything out than when he’d started.
* * * *
Quinn rolled over in the bed and looked at the clock. The illuminated numbers read 6:13. Almost dusk. He rubbed his hands across his face and then sat up and slung his legs over the edge of the mattress. Running his fingers through his hair, he wondered again where the hell his brother was. He knew Ty hadn’t been found, otherwise someone would have come to get him. And with each minute that passed, the chances of them finding him alive grew smaller and smaller. Although the vamps couldn’t go out during the day for any length of time, he and several of his most trusted friends and employees had been up running computer searches and contacting some local werewolves who were willing to help them out during daylight hours. While it was true that weres and vamps didn’t usually get along too well, Quinn and Ty had fortunately made friends with Ricardo Diaz, the alpha of the local werewolf pack. The friendships had benefitted both sides. Quinn had hired many of the weres to work at the casino during the day while his vampires covered the nights. It had proved to be an advantageous venture for both sides, and Quinn was never gladder of it than he was right now.
Some of those weres had been on the streets all day, searching for any clue that might lead them to Ty. Quinn had personally contacted most of them himself and had fielded a lot of their reports as they’d come in throughout the long day. He, along with the others, was tired. Dead tired. They’d finally set up a schedule for taking rest breaks. Too many mistakes were made when people weren’t functioning at peak efficiency. Quinn himself had refused to take a break until Nicolette had practically strong-armed him into lying down. Not that he’d gotten much sleep. Mostly he’d just lain in his bed and stared at the ceiling, going over and over in his mind everything he had learned about Ty’s disappearance. If this all turned out to be a false alarm, he was going to beat the shit out of his brother. But somehow he knew that wasn’t the case. No, something bad was going down, and Ty was in the center of it. Fuck, he hated to feel so damn helpless.
He stood up and rolled his shoulders, easing some of the kinks out. He felt like shit. His head was pounding. Maybe a shower would wake him up. Get his brain jump-started. There had to be something he hadn’t thought of. Something he’d missed that would help him find his brother.
He crossed the room and entered the bathroom, barely conscious of the luxurious appointments. He ignored the Jacuzzi tub in the corner and crossed to the separate shower unit. Quickly stripping off his boxers, he got in and turned the water on, letting the pounding heat clear his head and ease the tension that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in the back of his neck. As the water washed over him, he couldn’t keep from asking silently, Where the fuck are you, Ty? Just where in the hell are you? And what did I send you into?
At this moment he wished that some of those stupid vampire stories were true. At least the part about the telepathy. Wouldn’t that be convenient. If he could just ask his brother where he was and he would get a reply. Unfortunately, he had to rely on telephones just like everyone else.
Even though he was over two hundred years old, Ty was still his little brother. The only member left of a family that had died long ago. He’d lost his mother, father, and two sisters the night Simone had turned him, but he was damned if he was going to lose Ty. Not without a hell of a fight. He simply refused to believe that Ty was already dead. There was no way. Until he had proof, he would work under the assumption that he was still alive.
Fifteen minutes later, freshly showered and re-energized, Quinn strode into the conference room that they were all using as a command center. He grabbed a bottled blood from the refrigerator and drank down a few quick swallows. He really was going to have to take some time to feed from a live donor. The bottled stuff just wasn’t as nourishing. It was fine for the short-term, but after a while his body craved fresh blood. After he’d finished the bottle and tossed it into the trash, RJ, his head of security, gestured him over to where he stood beside Hawk.
“Quinn.”
“RJ, you got anything?”
“I think Hawk might have something.”
Hawk nodded. “One of the waitresses at The Well. I just got off the phone with her. Said there was a guy there asking about Ty a couple nights ago.”
“A guy?”
“Yeah. She’d never seen him before. Claimed to be an old friend of Ty’s. He told her he was staying in the area and thought he’d look him up. She said she told him Ty came in several times a week. Said the guy was there the next couple of nights just sitting in a corner nursing a drink and staring out at the crowd or talking on his cell.”
“So a vamp, then?”
“Yeah.”
“Any description?”
“She said he was a good-looking guy. Clean-cut. Heavyset. Close to six feet tall. Brown hair, dark eyes. Wearing a suit, which was a little out of place at The Well. That’s one reason she noticed him. Oh, yeah, said he sounded like he was from New Orleans.”
“New Orleans, huh?”
“Yeah, said he had a Cajun accent.”
“Was he alone?”
RJ shook his head. “He was joined a couple of times by another vamp, a local she knew named Bobby Lee Cumbest.”
“You know this Cumbest guy?”
“Yeah. He’s a real badass. At least, he thinks he is. Originally from Louisiana. Moved here, oh, about twenty years ago, I guess. Got in with some local tough guys. He’s been in trouble with the Council a few times…drugs mainly. Using and dealing. Some other small-time stuff. Lately he’s been working for a guy named McElroy. Robert McElroy. Owns a cons
truction company in Baton Rouge. He’s one of the investors in that new casino going up in Bay St. Louis.” He shrugged. “It’s not much, but…”
“Hell, at least it’s something.” He turned to Mick O’Neill, where he sat in front of a computer screen listening to the conversation.
“Mick? You got pictures of McElroy and Cumbest?”
Mick grinned. “I will in a minute.”
Mick hit some keys for a few minutes before giving a grunt of satisfaction. “Here we go.”
The printer kicked on, and in a few seconds Quinn was handing one of the pictures to Hawk. “Show the waitress this picture. See if this is the guy in the suit.”
Hawk studied it and raised one eyebrow. “He certainly fits the description. Could be him.”
“Yeah. Make some more copies of the photos. Pass ‘em around the bar and anywhere else you can think of. See if anyone else might know anything about either of those two.”
Hawk nodded. “I’ve already got some guys trying to locate Cumbest. See what he can tell us.”
“Excellent. Mick, see if you can find out where this McElroy character lives. Look for rental properties that have recently been leased, probably a house rather than a condo. Something out of the way.”
He nodded and turned back to the computer screen. Quinn gestured for RJ and Hawk to follow him and stepped to a corner of the room where they couldn’t be overheard.
“Just what the fuck is going on, Quinn?” RJ shook his head.
He told RJ and Hawk what he’d discovered about the pictures. They were shocked.
“You think Ty’s disappearance is linked to bloodslaves?” RJ asked.
Quinn shrugged. “Right now, it’s just a gut feeling, but my gut is saying there’s a connection.”
Hawk nodded.
RJ smiled grimly and pointed. “It’s dusk. The guys are about ready to hit the streets. I’ll fill them in before they go. Might be some word out about bloodslaves. That kind of thing is hard to keep secret for long.”
Quinn looked over at the vamps gathered near the doorway. They were completely loyal to him and to Ty, as were all the vamps gathered in this room. Most of them Quinn and Ty had befriended after their makers left them to flounder as newly turned vamps. Men, and a few women, who owed their livelihoods, if not their very lives to the brothers. They’d volunteered to do anything they could to help find their missing friend. If anybody could find his brother, it would be these people. He had no doubt at all that they would find him. He just prayed like hell that they would find him alive.