by Kiahana
“Did you get your mate?” I swallowed and waited, though I'm pretty sure I got my answer when I felt her muscles completely go slack.
Her eyes slowly opened, still not meeting Parkers gaze, but stopped on mine. There was nothing left in her, nothing she wanted to fight for, besides maybe Parker's trust. I couldn't help but throw my arms around her and sit her up straight, trying to will my forgiveness and strength into her. It took her a minute but she finally wrapped her arm around me, though still reluctant and wary of my embrace.
Standing, I offered her my hand and helped her to her feet. The confusion doubled over her features as she looked around, braced and ready for an attack that she wouldn't fight off.
“Let's go inside and get cleaned up. Then you can tell us everything.”
Her eyes got huge and finally made eye contact with Parker, waiting for him to say no or anything that contradicted that she'd be let back into his home, into his life. She didn't move and he didn't speak for so long I turned to face him.
“Was there something else we needed to do now?”
His intense eyes searched mine before responding.
“No.” After taking my arm and giving orders to everyone, a few told to come with us while the rest stood guard outside, he spoke directly to Sam. “Let's get inside, get you clean and fed, and then you need to tell me everything.”
Sam would've fallen over if Gunther hadn't caught her in time, carrying her inside ahead of us. Two others flanked behind Brian protectively.
I knew this hadn’t been a part of the plan but we were ready for anything. It was supposed to just be Sam who showed up. Instead, this ended with Koopa's weird disappearance and solemn oath to get revenge on Parker, and Sam being given a second chance. I hope.
The only thing that would make this day end smoothly would be if Francis were here.
It was already seven at night, giving those Pulpas until around ten to find Francis and contact Parker.
We left Sam in her room, Parker giving her the instructions to get cleaned and be ready to talk in ten minutes. She nodded and quickly escaped into her bathroom.
Parker cursed and called for one of the women to help Sam. She charged into the bathroom leaving the door open, letting me see Sam crumpled on the floor.
My heart hurt for her. Both for the loss of her mate and her lack of will to live. Hopefully by the end of our talk she'd be stronger willed, even if it's only driven by revenge. If nothing else, that should get her motivated to cooperate, instead of wither into a ball and die.
He didn't have to say anything. The look Parker was giving me let me know he would be the same crumpled mess if it had been me that was taken from him forever.
My skin felt tight and I was having problems remembering how to breathe as we stared at each other.
Not caring who was around, watching, listening, I jumped and threw myself at Parker, kissing him with every emotional fiber of my being. His thick arms pressed me tightly against him as I felt the air swoosh around us. He didn't let me down until we were in a room I'd never seen before. All four walls lined with red velvet walls, a king sized bed with gold silk sheets in the middle of the small enclosed square room. The click of a door let me know that at least no one could see us now.
His steel body covered mine after laying me on the bed. The silk sheets slid over my skin in a sweet caress, much the same as his strong, lean fingers skimming up my sides. I didn't let go, instead clutched his head closer to me as I devoured his mouth. Tongue's dancing and stroking a potent need both of us shared.
My hands ripped at his shirt until it fell away, revealing a smooth palate my fingers trailed over then dug into his skin when he lifted me to remove my jeans, my shirt already removed. Removed was the polite term for destroyed, since all my clothes now laid in tatters on the floor.
I couldn't wait.
I tugged him back down, barely getting his underwear past his erection before gripping his hips and impaling himself in me. His mouth swallowed my cry of pleasure as he inched his way in as far as I could take him before my impatient hormones took complete control.
Parker growled when I pushed at him, trying to get him to roll on his back since I was clearly not strong enough to make him.
As soon as I was on top I used my feet as anchors to hold myself upright before pulling him up, wrapping my legs around his waist and then slowly inching down his shaft again, drawing shudders from the both of us until there was no possible way he could be deeper inside me. My fingers dug into his back, trying to hold him closer. Trying to get him deeper. It wasn’t enough.
I threw my head back at the fullness, the completeness I felt when we were together. We were one.
There was no gentleness to this as I ground into him, rotating my hips to create the most delicious friction. His growl of approval egged me on as I attacked his mouth again, sucking his tongue into my mouth when his hands cupped my breasts, then squeezed when I squeezed his cock tighter.
Parker stood and held me up against the soft, plush wall, thrusting into me with a speed of pure determination. The speed of a vampire. My mind slinked on the edge of sanity.
“I love you so much!” It was hard to talk around his tongue, but he heard me.
“I love you, Piper!”
My convulsions started gripping him tighter, his strokes caressing me to a point I couldn't handle as I came with such a force, the amount of pleasure rocking through me only increased when I felt him release deep inside me, rocking slowly until both our tremors faded.
His jagged breaths blew across my neck and breasts, exciting me.
With no warning I got a second wind of euphoria, making me twist my hips in ways I didn't know I could.
Parker laid me back on the bed and started moving deliciously, deliberately slow. I looked into his eyes, watching his emotions as our climaxes came nearer before I couldn't take it anymore. I bit into his shoulder just as I willed him to do the same, my sex gripping him tight as we both came again, drinking each other's blood. I swallowed a good mouthful of his sweetness while he took a few good pulls, prolonging my spasms of ecstasy.
“Oh, Shit!”
Parker kept feeding off me, more than he's ever done, making my body tingle in awareness as I came again, drawing out the convulsions.
My whole body shivered when I felt his fangs release. The feel of his wet, warm tongue licked my skin before I jerked his head up to cover his lips with mine.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth and enjoyed the lingering taste of my blood and him mixed together.
He was still seated deep inside me, making my muscles spasm around him. I stopped moving altogether since there was still much to do. And though I wanted to stay like this forever, we still needed to get Francis back.
I closed my eyes and gently pushed against Parker who rested on his elbows. When I opened them it was to find the sexiest smile on his face, looking at my shoulder where he'd bitten.
I turned my head but couldn't see what he was looking at.
“You are so beautiful. Wonderful. Smart. Sexy.” He licked his lips and looked back into my eyes, purple blazing. “Mine.”
I smiled back at him before something moving on his skin caught my attention.
I gripped his shoulder and pulled him back down to find a tattoo forming on his back where I'd bit him on his shoulder blade.
In elegant cursive was my name, the ‘r’ almost complete, before I noticed smaller script just below that looked to be in a different language.
I gasped and looked back into his eyes. His name must be completing on my shoulder.
“What does it say…”
“Mine.”
He repeated his earlier words as he pulled me up so I was standing on the bed with his feet on the floor.
We both looked around at our pile of tattered clothes, belatedly rethinking our earlier decision of haste. No…Not rethinking. I’d gladly do that every hour of the day with him.
“If that hadn't been the most won
derful five minutes of my life, I'd regret the fact that everyone just heard us.”
He tugged me tight against him, kissing me thoroughly before releasing me to stand on the floor beside him.
“This room is soundproof. But I'm happy to know you would've been alright with our room if this hadn't been here.”
“Would you have cared?” I asked. “I couldn't care less about anything but you at the time. In my mind, we were alone.” I grinned at him over my shoulder as I bent to pick up our ruins of clothes and found only his underwear was still intact.
“Be right back.”
I was alone in the next second, mulling over what just happened.
Using my hand I pulled on my shoulder to get a better view of the tattoo. I could see the ‘Par’, but the rest was out of eyesight for now since he'd bitten much closer to my neck, whereas I'd bitten closer to his shoulder blade.
I was smiling, loving the fact that we were mates and that Parker was mine. Mine. I don't think I'd ever get used to that. Are we going to get married, or is that what just took place?
Parker's cool lips closed over the P on my shoulder, drawing goose-bumps, before his arms came around my waist and handed me a new outfit, holding me tight against him.
“Do you have any questions? Comments or complaints? Before we head back out.” He kissed my shoulder again, slowly turning me to face him.
“Nothing that can't wait. I'm happy just knowing you're mine, but getting Francis back is a little more important than the silly questions floating in my head. I'll make sure to remember them though.”
Parker chuckled before I gave him a quick kiss. We both slowly started putting new clothes on, which he'd obviously retrieved from our room.
Once dressed, he cradled me in his arms and carried me out of the room which consisted of two doors, not one as I'd expected, leading out into the hot tub room. The door was hidden, blending in with the rock wall.
I wonder what else was hidden in this place.
TWENTY ONE
“Are you kidding me? I feel better than ever!”
Brian hopped up and down, flexing all his muscles to prove to me that he was fine.
It was nine thirty and the three of us were waiting in the Theatre room while Gunther and the woman who'd helped Sam shower, were letting Sam feed and then bringing her in here so we could get the information we wanted. Needed.
“Have you ever had vampire blood? It makes me feel alive. Everything's sharper, clearer, smellier.”
I laughed as he finally sat down next to me, Parker on my other side.
“I've had a little before, but it always left my system within minutes.”
“That's because you've only had a few drops really, whereas Brian had a good cup full or more.” Parker helped me out with the details. “It should wear out of his system in a few hours, unless he does anything strenuous and depletes his strength.”
Brian accepted that, the smile on his face unable to falter since he seemed elated at how things turned out. I couldn't blame him, though I was still upset he was even brought into this at all.
“Why and when did they nab you? I don't get why they included you in this.”
“It was either him or Jules, and even I have my limits. I planned on getting Brian out of there the second I got my mate out.”
Sam’s voice pulled everyone’s attention, entering the room with a soft, scared voice before taking a seat on the ground near the screen. She'd changed into a matching red sweat suit and her hair was wet, left to air dry. I didn't think she could look like a normal girl. Nice to see it was possible though.
“You're lucky I don't have you chained down with silver, so start talking.” Parker's tone turned lethal, his body rigid with unease as soon as Sam entered. Apparently he wasn't ready to forgive her. Maybe he never would.
Sam whispered something too low for me to hear, making Parker squeeze me closer to him.
“I never wanted any part of this. They caged me up, like they did to you, and only let me go after I did a blood oath to find your weakness! That's when I was able to free you and Francis. Koopa wants you both to join him. He’s only starting with Francis, but he will come for you. He knew Francis would do anything to keep you out of it for now. That was the easy part for Koopa. I had no idea you had a mate when they made me take a blood oath and I'm so sorry for everything.” Her voice got lower and she lost eye contact, inching further away from us until her back hit the wall. “After they freed me I went straight to free you after they told me they had Lyle caged and would kill him if I didn't work fast.”
Sam was staring at her feet, face a mask of pain and anger while she reminisced. My chest tightened, wanting to comfort her for the loss of her mate, though I remained seated next to Parker, instinctively leaning closer.
“Do you remember Lyle?” Parker nodded, making Sam giggle lightly. “I know you didn't exactly like him before, but that was years ago and he's matured a lot. You turned him to save his life, and I'm thankful I got to spend what little time I had with him, but he's gone now. They lied about keeping him alive and I want revenge.” She stood in one quick motion, eyes blazing. “Trade me for Francis, do whatever you want to, but I'm taking down as many of them as I can until I die. And believe me, I'll be fighting to the death.”
“Sam, they lied to you more than you think.”
“Even more reason for killing.” She didn't bother asking what about. “I know where they are and where they're keeping Francis. You've got everyone here that we need. Tiny's probably already with Francis so let's head out now. Drop Piper and Brian off at Piper's apartment, where no one can enter, and let's be on our way.”
Sam started pacing the room, anxious to start her revenge killing. Well if she wasn't going to ask, then I would.
“What else did they lie about?”
Parker gave a nod of his head and Gunther grabbed Brian and left the room, closing the door behind him. A few seconds later Parker was on Sam, wrapping a silver chain around one of her wrists, then slowly sat her down on the opposite end of the couch.
I was utterly confused but Sam seemed to accept it, probably thinking Parker meant to end her for her betrayal. But there had to be something more than that. Parker wasn't one to put on a show for no reason. He welcomed her back into his house for a reason, not for fake sincerity.
“That's for your safety.” Parker moved to sit back next to me, closing his arms around my waist and burrowing my back against his chest as we both faced Sam. “Where are they keeping Francis?”
She described a building he was obviously familiar with. I was lost, but that didn't matter. I'm sure his friends could hear her talking and were on their way now, unless they were waiting for Parker.
“Thank you, Sam. Your reward will be my complete forgiveness when we get Francis back. Your other reward is the truth. Lyle is alive.”
Her eyes popped at his words before her face fell again, seeming to not believe him.
“I saw the blood, he's gone.”
“He's alive. I feel his aura when I call out for him. He was in on the lie. He played a part to get you to do their bidding, much like they did to me when Francis was with them.”
Shock covered her features before they darkened again, finding his betrayal the worst of everything. Her left hand was wrapped in silver, so she used her right one to make a claw and was about to jerk it across her throat before Parker caught her wrist, making me fall back from the lack of my stability. He wrapped another silver band around her right wrist, not letting her harm herself.
“I'm not sure if he's your mate, or if you're even sure of it, but he played you. How long have you thought he was yours?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks but she didn't cry, if that makes sense. She had very little left to keep her going. Her anger would keep her moving, motivated, until she felt the score was settled. My guess was she wanted to live more now, than she ever had before.
But how had he tricked her into thinking he was her mate? Beca
use if she was his, there's no way he could've acted like that, treated her like that, and even manipulated her like that. Parker was thoughtful to all of my concerns and opinions. I doubt it would be that different with others who are mated.
“A few months. We used to hang out every once in a while but then he came back into town and stayed with me, played me.” Her voice was thick ice, mentally picturing what she was going to do to him once she found him. “He was everything you are to Piper, and I fell for it, even when the mark never showed.”
I unthinkingly moved my hand to cover the name now scrolled across my back. Poor Sam.
She stared into thin air, not really seeing anything until her gaze snapped to Parker's.
“If I do a blood oath not to kill myself, will you let me go with you? I need to be there. I need to kill him myself!”
Boy did Lyle have it coming! He probably thinks he's in the clear. Wait until Sam and her wraith showed up. Now that, I actually wanted to see.
“No.”
“Parker...” I was going to insist on letting her go, but he stopped me.
“Let me finish.” His words were soft with a twist of his lips, before turning back to Sam. “I don't want your blood oath. I'll let you come with us, get your revenge after we get Francis, but I won't make you promise me anything. You aren't stupid enough to kill yourself. Or selfish. We have something in common, our gullibility, and the same people abused it. But we're strong. You can move on, get a hobby or something. Everyone knows what mine was now.” He cast me a sly grin, making me blush. “But to kill yourself, after I give you the gift of life, would be the biggest slap in my face. So if not for yourself, then think of me before you do something stupid.”
While he spoke he gently lifted the silver off both her wrists with his hand clad in a small black leather glove. Her skin barely, slowly started healing, though not all the way. She must not have fed very much.
“Sorry, but did you say you called for Lyle? Doesn't that mean that he has to come to you?”