Kane (Alexander Shifter Brothers Book 1)

by Selina Coffey

  “You know if it hadn’t been me, it would have been some random person off the street, right?” I’d been thinking about it a lot, trying to keep myself from feeling guilty. It was ridiculous to feel guilty for killing someone who’d tried to kill me first, but that didn’t seem to stop me. And when it got really bad, all I could tell myself was that they’d wanted to use someone to distract Dominick, and it just happened to be me. For some reason, that made me feel better.

  It seemed to make him feel better, too. He nodded and took a sip of beer.

  “So, uh…why’d you come back?” I leaned back in my chair, trying to conceal how nervous I was. My heart was pounding and I held my own beer in a death grip.

  It was kind of ridiculous that after a werewolf death match in a parking lot, I could still get all unnerved by flirting. But what can I say? I had a crazy crush. I felt like a high schooler waiting to see if someone wanted to go to prom with me. I couldn’t even look at him.

  “I think you know why.”

  I swallowed hard. He wasn’t nervous anymore. That voice was like velvet, sliding all over my skin, making my spine tingle. I felt my lips part, and knew I was blushing.

  “Do I?”

  “Look at me.” He said it mildly enough, but it was definitely a command. He waited until my eyes snapped back to his. “I came to see you.”

  That was the sort of polite thing that would normally make me roll my eyes, but this man was far from just polite. There was a promise in those words, and it made me shiver in the best way.

  “Oh,” I managed. I couldn’t seem to think of anything to say.

  “That is, you know…if you want to see me.”

  “Why would I buy you a beer if I didn’t want to see you?” I rejoined.

  He grinned, and I melted.

  “Come with me.”

  I remember him reaching out to take my hand, and the next minute we were in the back of the bar and I was up against a pillar with his teeth at my neck and my fingers slipping inside the waistband of his jeans. The other bar patrons might not have appreciated it, but I couldn’t have cared less. I was wet already, and it was only when his hands came up under my tank top that I had the presence of mind to suggest we go somewhere else.

  “I live…” I lost my breath in a little moan when his teeth nipped at my neck “…right upstairs.”

  “Do you.” His back arched when I raked my fingers down it. “Is that important?”

  I drew back so sharply I nearly banged my head on the pillar. Then I saw the corner of his mouth twitching.

  “You are such an ass.”

  He laughed, and like hell I was going to let him leave after that. So I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants again and pulled him back for another kiss, one hand brushing against that bulge in his pants, my mouth opening under his. I laughed when he groaned against my mouth, and my fingers skimmed over the tip of his cock. I moaned in his ear when his fingers slipped up under my skirt to trail over my panties. I could feel him trying to control himself, and I wasn’t about to let him win that fight, but damn if he wasn’t holding his own.

  “Don’t make me beg,” I said in his ear, gasping when his hips pushed against mine.

  “No?” He pulled away just long enough to raise an eyebrow at me, and his thumb skimmed across my nipple. “Because that was pretty much my plan?”

  I was going to come right in this bar, and if I was going to, then he was going to, too. I bit my lip a little.

  “Please?”

  That broke him. We were out of the bar in a second, him dragging me behind him, me fumbling for the keys and us tumbling into the apartment. I didn’t check to see if my roommate was home. At that point, I don’t think I remembered I had a roommate.

  And I only had time to get his zipper down before he pulled me down onto the bed with him. His fingers pushed my panties aside, playing between my legs while I squirmed and whimpered and finally sank down on his cock, gasping at how wet I was. He gave a groan, fingers digging into my hips, and I rocked against him. His nails dragged down my back and across my ass, and I was riding him like I couldn’t get enough—because I was sure I never would. When his fingers brushed against my clit, I was over the edge in a second, gasping his name and clenching around him.

  It was a few moments before I could remember how to breathe, and I heard him laugh; dammit, the tremors weren’t even over and I already wanted more.

  “My turn,” he said, that sexy voice making my nipples harden.

  He rolled, pinning me onto the bed, those black eyes staring down at me. I could feel him holding himself back. Waiting.

  “Please,” I whispered again. I could picture everything I wanted, and the words were on my lips, but when he started moving inside me, slowly, everything went out of my head. I writhed on his cock and begged for more, whimpering as he moved faster, wrapping my legs around his waist and jerking my wrists against his hands. He didn’t even have to try to keep me pinned there, and goddamn if that didn’t make me melt.

  By the time he came, I’d been begging him so long that I’d forgotten any word besides please. He knew just what to do to bring me to the edge, and the bastard knew just when to stop, too. He laughed when I whimpered for more, and that laugh made me clench, tangling my legs in his and tilting my hips for more. When at last I felt his pack quicken, the rush of anticipation made me lose my breath.

  I had never come that hard in my life. My toes curled, my vision went dark, and I could feel him shuddering while he came, too, sliding into me to the hilt, one hand pushing my leg up over his shoulder. All I wanted was more—to have him deeper inside me, for him to keep fucking me like this. I remember begging him not to stop.

  When I finally opened my eyes, his were still closed. He bent his forehead against mine and I could feel the tremors in his arms as he tried to keep himself from collapsing on top of me. Somewhere in all of that, his fingers had intertwined with mine, and I squeezed gently against his hands.

  “Mmmm.” It was about all I could manage.

  He nodded and rolled off me, collapsing on the bed with a groan.

  “Wow.” I propped myself up on one arm to look down at him, and reached out to trace my fingers through the dark hair on his chest. Those muscles. And when they opened, oh my god, those eyes.

  He managed a breathless sort of laugh. His chest was still heaving.

  “Woman, you will be the death of me.”

  “Mm-hmm,” I said, unrepentant. I pillowed my head on his shoulder and felt his arm come around me to hold me close. “But maybe a nap first.”

  “A nap,” he agreed. “And then…” His fingers tightened on my skin.

  I drifted off to sleep with a smile.

  THE END

  Part VIII

  Going Underground

  Vampire Romance

  About the Book

  All she ever wanted was to sing...

  Leliana has wanted to be a singer ever since she was a little girl, entertaining people on stage to help them forget their worries while she basked in the glow of the stage lights. Though that never happened, she settled for the next best thing: living out her dreams as a private eye.

  The reality is far less glamorous than the radio shows used to make it, but the pay is good, so she can't complain too much. Typically, her cases involve someone running out on their spouse, or someone missing an item that was stolen. Tonight, however, she's in for the case of a lifetime.

  When a wealthy man's daughter goes missing, it's up to her to track her down. She expects it to be just another case in her cap, until the trail leads her into a den of vampires. As if that didn't complicate things enough, one of them takes a shine to her, and soon she's caught up in a broiling underworld conflict that she should have no part of for his sake.

  All in a day's work for Leliana Tornbeau, really.

  Chapter 1

  “So you're telling me,” Leliana said as she leaned back in her chair, “That your daughter has gone missing,�
� she folded her hands in front of her and kicked up her feet on the edge of her desk as she stared down her most recent prospective client. He was a wealthy man, if naïve, and it didn't take much for her to see that he had been out of his depth long before he had made it to her doorstep. The man, one Mister James Cooper was seated opposite her, in one of the wooden chairs set up for clients to take a seat at while they told her of their woes. He fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable with her light scrutiny of his disposition before clearing his throat and sitting up a little straighter in his seat.

  “Err, yes, that's right,” he said with a cough of embarrassment. “Succinctly put, Miss Tornbeau.” He fidgeted in his seat again. “I fear that she has been kidnapped, but the police won't do anything about it! They assume that because she's been a trouble maker in the past that she's just run off! I feel like I have nowhere else to turn to!” Leliana wondered if it burned him that he had to walk through Harlem to get to her, or even that it was her that he had to turn to. She smoothed out the sleeves of her peacoat, the heather gray fabric stark against her deep umber skin. Normally, it wasn't an issue for anyone who came here; almost all of the people that found their way here were the kindest people that she could have hoped to work with, no matter where they came from. But this man was clearly not used to venturing far out of his gilded community, and the streets of Harlem might have been quite the shock to his sensitivities.

  Still, a contract was a contract, she thought to herself as she observed him.

  “And you want me to go and find her, and, preferably, bring her home?” He nodded mutely. She sighed and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “Do you have any evidence indicating that that isn't the case? That she hasn't run off, I mean,” she said before realizing how that sounded. “Not that I want to come across as insensitive – whatever the case may be, I'll find your daughter,” she vowed as she straightened in her chair, pulling her feet down and tucking them back under the desk.

  “Oh!” He evidently hadn't anticipated that line of questioning – perhaps he hadn't thought that she would consider his offer this seriously, or perhaps he was just used to being turned away by the police. Either way, he seemed to recover fairly quickly. “Yes! Yes, just a moment,” he fumbled in his briefcase beside his chair for a moment before producing a photograph and a piece of paper. “Here,” he handed the items over to her for her inspection. “I found them to be quite curious, as I'd never seen anything like it in my life!”

  She gave the paper a once over first, curious as to what it could contain. It was a letter, a farewell letter, it seemed, written in deep red ink and told her father that she was running away to get away from his tyranny. It wouldn't have struck her as odd, but for the ink color and the hand writing – she could have sworn that she'd seen it somewhere before, but she couldn't put her finger on where.

  “I'm guessing this isn't her handwriting,” she said as she inspected the paper closer. She could faintly smell the scent of copper off of the paper, confirming her suspicions that the ink was, in fact, blood. So, she thought grimly as she set the paper aside. At least one vampire was involved. That complicated matters.

  Vampires, amongst other things that went bump in the night, weren't uncommon, and were usually not a problem – they all contributed to society, and there were ways for vampires in particular to find ways to feed without needing to harvest people. All in all, it was usually a non-issue when you ran into one. But there were outliers, ones that didn't like to obey the rules, and those were the ones that were hard as hell to deal with. Nobody liked them, not even their own kin, and it never took long for them to be caught with whatever it was that they were doing.

  She would have to cast her net of contacts wider, she realized.

  “It isn't in her hand, no,” James said, hands resting on his dome of a midsection. “That's what had me worried.” Leliana nodded, setting the letter to the side and picking up the photograph, turning it over to see what the camera had captured. She immediately set the photo down to hide the fact that her hands were trembling. Depicted in the photo, was a bedroom, decorated the way a young teenager might want, with books and a school bag, and clothes strewn about. On the window, etched into the glass, was a symbol that would stick out in any ordinary setting: a circle, with the letter, 'X' carved in the middle of it, with a line slicing the symbol in half vertically.

  Even to supernatural creatures, that symbol wasn't to be taken lightly; it was a notorious gang of vampires that often took their prey from wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and damn the consequences. They took people of all kinds – werewolf, human, vampire, even some ghouls if they were feeling particularly emboldened. The Excavators, as they came to call themselves, always left this calling card behind whenever they took someone. The police rarely believed that they were involved, as they usually left no other evidence at the scene, it came to be assumed that it was an urban legend that people bought into.

  How do you tell someone that their daughter might be a thrall to a vampire?

  “I've got some contacts to get in touch with,” Leliana said as she tucked the photo away. “But rest assured, I'll do everything I can to bring your daughter home safely.”

  “Oh, thank you! Thank you!” The portly man said tearfully, as though he had finally found his salvation in her. She grimaced, and hoped that he didn't think of her that way; the case had only just started, and she was sure as shit no miracle worker, she thought with a frown. “I'll reward you handsomely for your efforts!” As they worked out the payment arrangements, she began to tick off in her head who she could reach out to in order to get info from the Underground, the haven for most supernaturals that didn't want to fully conform to modern day society, and those that wanted to get away for a while and appreciate the old society that most of them hailed from.

  It was quite a nice place, if she were being honest, she thought as she bade farewell to Mr. Cooper. It was beneath the subway tunnels, accessed by vault doors left behind by those that built the tunnels in the first place. The Underground was a cavernous, well-lit area with its own natural resources and Victorian style buildings. She often frequented the area after a case, as humans were welcome as well, so long as they minded themselves, and accepted that if they started trouble, they were on their own, and would likely never be heard from again. They had the best little tavern to drink away her sorrows, she recalled wistfully, practically tasting the last glass of old fashioned whiskey she had down in those depths the last time that she was there.

  With a sigh, she tugged her peacoat tighter around her and stepped out of her office, heading down the alley beside her building to try and reach out to some of her contacts. Well, one in particular she knew she could get a hold of. Provided, of course, he was dealing right now...

  Sure enough, as she rounded the corner, she saw one of her more reliable contacts, Harvey, doling out blood pills to a vampire. Typically saved for prescription for vampires that needed blood but couldn't get it, the medicine was an ideal quick fix for an urge to feed, as opposed to purchasing packaged blood that needed drinking.

  Damn, the worst possible time for her to run into Harvey, of course. She didn't think either of them saw her yet, so she ducked behind the dumpster and held her breath against the stench. She craned her neck toward them, straining to hear what was being said.

  “I think I just saw some movement over there,” she heard a smooth, unfamiliar voice say hesitantly, interrupting whatever conversation they had been having before.

  “I'm sure it's nothing – cops ain't the type to be sneaky, you know?” There was Harvey's voice, as nasally as ever.

  “Yeah, yeah,” she tried to stifle a gasp as she realized that the new voice was coming closer to her. Shit, she thought as she frantically tried to find a better hiding spot that wouldn't blow her cover. Sadly, an alleyway doesn't really afford many places to crawl off and hide when one is in a pinch. “Just let me check and see. For my own personal peace of mind.” She sucked in a breath and rose
to her feet, knowing that she had nowhere else to run, and it was better not to startle the vampire too much; you never know what could happen in a dark alleyway.

  “I didn't mean to disturb you,” Leliana said easily as she stepped into the open. The vampire had been far enough away that she didn't outright spook him, but he clearly still looked ill at ease, as though he was suspicious of her arrival. She couldn't say that she blamed him, per se. “I came by to see if Harvey was available, that's all.” She took in the vampire's appearance, and found that it was hard to look away.

  He stood tall, about a head taller than she was, and was incredibly lean in build. With black hair, streaked with silver and eyes as cold as ice, she had to admit, the vampire was a sight to take in, but she still kept her guard up; this was still a stranger that she was dealing with, in a dark alley with no real witnesses no less.

  “You don't say,” the vampire said. He took a step closer to her and sniffed the air. “You're no vampire,” he said, aqua eyes narrowing at her. “What business could you have with him?”

  “He deals in more than blood pills, sir,” she said easily with a casual shrug. If she didn't make herself appear as a threat, then things would go over smoother. “I just want information.”

  “Is that so?” He said as he took another step closer. She held her ground, showing that she wasn't afraid of this vampire, who felt like he needed to assert dominance over her. It wasn't going to work on her, she thought firmly.

  “Finish your business with him, so I can conduct mine,” she said in a no nonsense tone. She was on the clock, and had no time to stand around comparing dicks with this man – a girl's life was at stake!

  “And who's to say you wouldn't arrest me?”

  “Because I'm not the fuzz,” she said, refraining from rolling her eyes. Really, she should be used to this sort of thing by now; though she was a thicker woman, she otherwise looked the part of an off duty officer, that was for sure. “I'm a private investigator, hired to find someone who's gone missing. Nothing more.”