by TJ Michaels
While thoughtful, kind and his usual bossy self when it came to her well being, he wouldn’t tell her a damned thing about the upcoming hunt.
“So,” she said sweetly, “do you know when you’re leaving to hunt Sidheon?”
“Natasha’s still gathering and coordinating the intel for the mission. These things take time. She’ll let me know when it’s time.”
“Why can’t someone else be Liaison? Why does Natasha have to call the shots?”
The answer was a wide, very rude yawn. Damned man.
“Who’s going to work with me on my fighting skills while you’re away, sweetie?”
“Who do you want?”
“Maybe Jaidyn again? Or one of the Hatsepts who stayed behind?” Carin crooned, listening to Bix’s strong heartbeat. He stiffened at the mention of the “H” boys. She bit her lip to keep from grinning as she stroked a lone finger up and down the middle of her husband’s nicely chiseled pecs. Her fingertips pinched and tugged a tight male nipple. When the muscles jerked under her touch, followed by a low hiss of air between his teeth, her wicked juices started to bubble.
There was nothing she loved more than turning Bix on. Since all the hoopla of the gathering was over and almost everyone who didn’t live at headquarters had gone home, there was plenty of time to do just that.
“Are you going to answer my question, Bix?”
“You keep sliding your hand towards my dick like that and you’ll have more answers than you can handle, baby.”
The man gritted his teeth like he was in pain as his chest rose and fell, breath quickening with each caress of her fingers. Times like this made her feel both powerful and humble. Powerful that a mere human woman could bring such a strong vampire to his knees, and humbled by the fact he trusted her enough to let her.
“Answers like what?” Carin purred, smiling big like the cat that swallowed the canary. The next thing she knew she was flat on her back, her mind full of Bix’s thoughts.
“Answers to questions like, how do I always manage to be full of Bix’s cock?” He spread her legs wide, one over each of his shoulders. “And will my pussy ever stop creaming?” Ass cheeks clenched as a soft breath wafted over her moist, puffy lips. “Will my husband ever get tired of eating my pussy?” A fang scraped over her unhooded clit, followed by a talented, wet tongue. She gasped, burying her fingers in the sheets. “And can I possibly come any harder than I already have?” His pink tongue pierced her hole and slid deep, lapping at the hot insides of her creaming channel, eagerly devouring the steaming flesh like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
“I have all the answers, Carin. Do you like those questions, baby?” The words resonated in her brain with a maddening hum.
“Oh God, yes.” She squirmed against his questing mouth, seeking release. She was so close. Bix sent his emotions streaming into her mind. The depth of his love pushed her closer to the edge. But when the clench of his gut, the ache of his cock, and how much he needed to be inside of her flowed through their bond, she squashed down her own need and concentrated on Bix.
In that moment, giving him what he needed was more important than breathing. Up on her elbows now, she pushed away from his tormenting mouth and flipped over onto her stomach. Ass up in the air, chest writhing against the bed, Carin gasped as her hard, tight nipples and swollen breasts sizzled against the sheets. But Bix was still as stone.
Reaching back, a single finger slipped into her soaked cunt, teasing and enticing her husband to fill her with his massive cock. Bix’s enchanting gray eyes were riveted on that finger, and she knew the prime male inside of him itched to break loose and take her wildly.
Unable to stop the swivel of her hips, she wriggled and squirmed seeking the fat head of his dick pushing up against her dewy lips from behind. His hands tightened on her hips and held her still. But she wanted, needed to move. Wanted him inside, as raw and untamed as she felt. Fuck control. She didn’t want him to have any.
“Fuck me, Bix. Take what you need, baby.”
The plum of his engorged rod popped inside. She moaned loud and long, encouraging him with a shower of emotions and images. She showed him their mating night, the first time he’d taken her blood, bonding them forever. The first time he’d fucked her with a speed and depth possible only for a fully mature vampire prime.
And he hadn’t done it since. Even after assuring him she’d loved it, he’d expressed concern of taking too much of her blood, and sexing her too roughly. After all, she had passed out. But tonight she needed it. More important, he needed it—hard, hot, sweaty vampire sex. Blurring, mind-numbing sex. And she would make sure he got it.
Besides, what man could resist his mate begging for his cock?
“Mmm, Bix, it feels so good. Take me like a vampire takes his mate.”
“Carin, I-I don’t think…”
“I need it. I’m begging for it. I’m so hot my pussy is on fire. Please, Bix. Oh God, harder. Please, please, please…” Each word was a little more frantic, each breath a little more harsh. Then she said something she’d never said before to any man, and meant every word with all her heart.
“I love you, Jon Bixler.”
The dam burst and the shafting began. He plunged forward, one stroke, two strokes, going deeper each time until he was seated firmly. Pulling out until only the head of his wide cock stretched her entrance, Bix pummeled forward, fast, then faster, until the movement of his hips was a blur.
Oh yes, that’s what she wanted. What he, as a vamp, needed. To let go with his mate. And it felt so good, almost overwhelming. The solid expanse of his chest pressed hot against her back as he leaned over her, supporting his weight with one arm, and holding her tightly to him with the other. His balls slapped against her clit as he took her hard and deep. It sent her careening towards orgasmic bliss.
“Bix,” she shouted as her womb spasmed and tightened. “Bite me. Send me out of this world.”
Fuel powered fire flashed through her body the second his fangs pierced the sensitive skin on her neck. With a final thrust forward, he growled against her throat, taking the sustenance she freely offered as spurt after spurt of hot come splashed against her womb.
This time, they slipped into unconsciousness together.
Chapter Sixteen
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Bix rolled over, glanced at the bedside clock and groaned. Six o’clock. Who in their right mind would bother a newly mated couple this early in the morning? He untangled Carin’s arms and legs from around his body, rose from the bed and stretched with a deep, satisfied groan. His whole body ached from the night of wild passion he’d shared with his woman. His bondmate. In short, Carin had kept him up all night and laid it on him like no female, human or vampire, ever had. He couldn’t recall ever being so feral and out of control with a woman. And she loved him.
He took a moment to examine the already healing scratches, bruises and bite marks marring his chest, neck and even the inside of his thigh. He’d brought the freak out of her, all right. The woman had been insatiable. He reached down and patted his dick. Damn, even it was sore, and his lips quirked up in a satisfied grin.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Bix cursed all the way to the living room, yanking a pair of sweats up his legs on the way. Snatching open the door, he managed to twist his face into a fierce, though exhausted, scowl.
“Hey, buddy, sorry to wake you.” Alaan didn’t sound the least bit remorseful. Bix wanted to both preen and smack him when his best friend grinned boldly at all the marks on his chest. Instead, he moved aside and let him in. Alaan’s smile disappeared as he said, “We’ve been summoned to the Council Chambers.”
“Again? Hell, I’ve spent more time in that room with those fucking Elders than I have with my own woman.”
“I think I have an idea of what’s going on. Grab a shower. I’ll wait for you.” Alaan sunk down into what was now Carin’s favorite cream suede recliner, then called over his should
er, “By the way, you may want to dress in Seeking gear and pack a bag.”
Bix looked at him inquiringly. When Alaan held his hands up and motioned towards the closed bedroom door, Bix didn’t bother pressing. Even a Seeker’s mate wasn’t privy to all the details of their covert assignments and the man wouldn’t say another word until they were on their way to the Council Chambers.
In ten minutes Bix was showered, packed and dressed in black tactical pants, a black Under Armour formfitting tee, black silent-soled SWAT boots and the flowing black leather trench of a Seeker. Carin called it his Matrix coat. Underneath, a shoulder harness held his 9mm Glock with silver hollow point bullets filled with silver nitrate loaded in the cartridges. His two-edged katana blade rested in its scabbard hidden in a sheath down his back.
With his hair brushed back and covered with a black baseball cap, he approached the sleeping form of his wife and leaned over to caress the soft skin of Carin’s cheek. Casting a final look at her beautiful face, relaxed and youthful in slumber, he dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead and left the room without a sound.
On the way to the Council Chambers, Tameth, their pilot, Randall, and three young Seekers met Bix and Alaan on the stairs. Slade from Clan Li, and Alex from Clan Akicit, they’d worked with on a case in Denver last year. The third was Kenoe, one of the ballsy Hatsepts who’d talked trash to Carin the night of their official joining.
To Bix’s surprise, as they walked to the Council Chamber doors the white-haired Seeker held out his hand. “It’s an honor to serve with you, sir. We Hatsepts talk a lot of shit but your exploits are beyond legendary. You, your crew and your woman have our respect.”
Bix shook the man’s hand, nodded his acceptance and signaled Tameth to push open the Chamber door.
All ten Elders, minus their mates, were already seated. And every face was much too stern for this early in the morning.
“Well, looks like the gang’s all here,” Bix yawned grumpily, ignoring the buzzing undercurrent in the air.
Before Bix’s team could even reach the foot of the dais, Alaan began the briefing.
“Natasha, present the information.”
The Liaison gave each Seeker a sealed manila envelope and began the briefing without delay. “We have movement on Sidheon. He was spotted in New York just last night. Here is the information you need along with secure vid-cell phones programmed especially for this mission.” At their surprised expressions, she said, “No one, and I mean no one, will have the frequency to which these phones are coded. We believe there is a mole right here at headquarters.”
The whole room went quiet as they all weighed the ramifications of a spy at V.C.O.E. headquarters.
“I suggest you get a quick bite, a cup of coffee and prepare to head out.” She curled her lip up in a snarl and glared at Bix. “Say goodbye to your mates.” Sneering at Alaan, she snarled, “If you have one, that is. You depart in twenty minutes on Stealth One.”
The Council filed out, except for Alaana and Ralen who’d slipped in to join them. Both descended the dais steps and made a beeline for their son and Bix. After hugs, kisses and slaps on the back for each of them, they too, departed.
Bix dragged himself up the stairs to deliver the news to Carin. They both knew the hunt would begin, but even he hadn’t anticipated having to leave already. Mated barely a week and he was off to who-knows-where for God-knows-when? The woman was not going to be happy.
* * *
Bix hadn’t been able to resist calling out to Carin between destinations. He thought back to that first night, how with a gentle push against her mind they’d reached another level of intimacy. After her initial surprise, she’d relaxed into the gifting with ease, as if it had always been a part of her. All because she trusted him.
“You’re in New York? I can’t believe we can speak from this distance,” Carin crowed happily into his head. He’d smiled, glad he could make her happy with such a simple thing. Then the scientist came out and she’d pummeled him with questions.
“So how does this work? Why can’t I talk to Alaana even though she’s in the same building I am?”
“We’re more than mated, we’re bonded, remember? All vamps have some psychic skill, but it still takes a measure of concentration, is difficult when not in the person’s presence, and almost impossible from long distances. Unless you’re bonded to your mate.”
“Ooooh, how cool. So I can call you whenever I want while you’re away?”
Bix smiled, she’d sounded so pleased.
“You could, but I’m asking you not to. It wouldn’t be a good idea to get a summons from you in the middle of a fight with a mean-assed rogue. Just the sound of your sexy voice would distract me. I can’t have a wimp like Sidheon kicking my ass because I’m thinking about my woman.”
She’d giggled, said good night and promised to behave. He’d snorted at that one. Carin? Behave? Riiight. She was always up to something in that damned lab of hers, and now with Alaana Serati as her close friend and confidante, the brat got away with murder. And he loved it. Loved her.
They’d spoken thought-to-thought every night at exactly midnight, Montana time. And after three weeks Bix was sick and tired of being away from his mate.
Bix made his way to the rear of the jet. At a glimpse of Alaan’s face he stopped short and surveyed the crew. Tameth sat on an oversized bench seat talking and smiling with Kenoe Hatsept. Alaan watched them with murder in his eyes. Shaking his head at his friend’s strange behavior, Bix called the crew together.
“Okay, guys, it’s been exactly twenty-one days and I’m fed up with running all over creation chasing this bastard. I want your opinion on what you think is really going on here.”
Kenoe spoke, his words quiet and thoughtful as his fingers idly stroked the thick fall of Tameth’s midnight hair. “His scent is in each place we go, but it doesn’t smell quite right.”
Alaan’s blond brows knit together, eyes blazing and glued to Kenoe’s hands. His jaw was set so tight it ticked and jerked. Bix tilted his head, wondering what was up with that. A single brow lifted inquiringly but Alaan simply looked away with narrowed eyes and avoided his gaze. The man was decidedly uncomfortable, almost fidgety, but Bix let it go. They had more pressing things to tackle.
“You know,” Tameth spoke, “this Sidheon always seems to be one step ahead of us, as if someone is feeding him information. I agree with Kenoe about Sid’s scent. It smells…old.”
Alex asked, “Isn’t Sidheon a scientist? If his scent is off perhaps he’s found a way to counterfeit it? You said some of the vamps that worked at the biotech facility disappeared right along with him. What if they’re running ahead of us, spraying his scent all over the place and…”
“…And someone’s feeding them info on our movements? Your Liaison did mention a mole, right?” Kenoe added speculatively, his expression thoughtful, troubled.
Bix and Alaan looked at each other, eyes wide as the implications of such a plot took root. As Carin would say, “Talk about a real a-ha moment.”
Slade spoke up. “You think this whole undertaking was a set-up?”
“Yeah,” Alex said, “perhaps the whole mission was a wild goose chase?”
“Goddamn it. Who the hell would have the nerve?” Bix bellowed.
Tameth’s dark eyes searched Alaan’s vivid blue ones. “Alaan, what do you think, handsome?” She seemed to love teasing him, and rolled her eyes when the big blond giant wouldn’t return her gaze. “Come on, Alaan, say something. You’ve got a good brain. Besides, you know I love your voice. It reminds me of Barry White.”
Kenoe chuckled when Alaan grumbled something about throwing cheeky women over his shoulder for a spanking before he headed to the cockpit to keep Randall company. Bix called after him, “Have Randall turn off the transponder. I don’t want to be tracked.” Alaan nodded but didn’t break stride.
Bix flipped open his phone and hit the speed dial. “Natasha, we’re on the way back.”
“Wha
t’s going on? Have you got him?” she squealed with excitement.
“No, we don’t have him. He’s managed to elude us in every city we’ve tracked him to.”
“Well, if you haven’t managed to catch him why are you coming back early?”
“To see who set us up.”
“What? No one would dare.”
“Well, someone did. We’re just outside of Tokyo. We’ve got at least eighteen hours in the air. We’ll be there by late tomorrow afternoon.”
“All right. The clans have gone home but all the members of the Council are still here. It’s only ten o’clock in the evening here. I can call a quick briefing to let them know…”
“No. Don’t tell anyone we’re coming in early. If we’re being shafted, I don’t want anyone to know we’re on to it.”
“You’ve got it. I won’t say a word. I’ll double check the intel I’ve been receiving for clues. I should have something for you by the time you get here tomorrow afternoon. See you in eighteen hours.”
“Fine. Bix out.”
* * *
Sidheon snatched his cell off the nightstand and flipped it open. He hated being disturbed in the middle of an experiment. He glanced at the phone number on the display and sighed. Not again, he thought wearily as he answered the call, not bothering with a hello.
“I am beginning to regret this arrangement. What is it now? And why are you calling me at this hour?” The bitch was either addicted or obsessed, he wasn’t sure which. But either way, he was beginning to wish he’d never gifted her with a taste of his dick.
“There’s been a change of plans. If you’re not ready, and I mean right now, we’ll have to call the whole thing off.” The tone was impatient, laced with anger, determination and a good dose of fear. Sidheon didn’t give a rat’s ass. Oh well, there was no help for it—hired help must occasionally be reminded of their status. And their expendability.
“Really,” he drawled. “I don’t recall you being in charge of this little escapade. I understand you’re taking a risk with a very small window of time in which to retrieve my guest. My world won’t end if things must be, shall we say, delayed. However, your situation is a bit different, don’t you think?”