Dangerous Influence (The Harcourte Vampyre Society Book 5)

by Morgan Kelley

  He looked worried.

  Jolie focused on her mate. “Tell me, my love, what would you like me to do?”

  “Anything you want, Mistress,” Flynn replied, his eyes never leaving Mulduk.

  ‘Drink from me,’ he whispered into her mind.

  She would, but she had a plan first. There was no way she was turning her back on the vampyre in the room.

  She wasn’t crazy.

  “Which of these devices do you dislike the most, Mulduk?” she asked, moving toward them.

  His eyes darted to a rack that would leave him hanging and vulnerable on both his front and back. He then pointed to a wooden horse.

  “Liar. Come here and down on all fours.” As he did that, she walked over to the wall and found the whip with the silver spikes that was used on Jacques and Flynn. “It looks like you’ll get five lashes, Mulduk, for lying.”

  Flynn objected into her mind. ‘I don’t want you touching that piece of filth!’

  ‘It’s only to lock him down so we’ll be safe.’

  Immediately, he relaxed. ‘Okay, baby.’

  “Are you ready, Mulduk?” It was hard not to notice that he was panting like a dog. Yeah, he really wanted her to hurt him.

  Yuck.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said, accepting the first lash. He moaned, but didn't move. “One. Please, Mistress, may I have more?”

  Jolie glanced over at her mate.

  ‘Go for it,’ he mouthed.

  So, she did.

  “Two. Please another.”

  She hit him harder and blood oozed from his body.

  “Three! Oh God, yessss!”

  Jolie hit him again, and she swore he was going to scream, but he didn’t. Mulduk absorbed the hit, and begged her to hit him harder.

  “Four. Please, Mistress. Hit me. Make me bleed!”

  Jolie was beginning to see why the council wanted him gone. He was definitely disturbed. This wasn’t bondage. This was well beyond it. He was getting off on pain.

  “Five! Oh yessssss....,” he hissed, his entire body shaking from the pleasure of it all.

  “Get up, Mulduk, and go to the rack. Strap in your legs, and I’ll do your arms.”

  When he was finished, Jolie secured him. When she brushed against him, Mulduk stared down at her body.

  “I’ll give you anything you want if you set him free and give us time alone.”

  She wasn’t having it.

  Later, when he was really wild, Jolie would get the information she needed.

  “I need to work on my pet.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said, trying to rub against her.

  Jolie struck him with her clawed fingers.

  He hissed in bliss.

  Flynn tried to fight the low rumble in his gut. He was watching the man.

  ‘I’m fine, my love. I have to abuse you now. I’m sorry.’

  He sent her waves of peace. ‘Just don’t use silver,’ he offered. ‘I’ll be fine.’

  That she could do.

  But first…

  Flynn wanted her to drink from him.

  She moved fast. Before her mate knew what was happening, she jumped him.

  Literally.

  Her legs were wrapped around his waist, his erection was trapped between them, and Jolie’s mouth was all over his jugular.

  Flynn moaned as she began drinking. His whole body ached for her never to stop. Now this was his kind of torture. He couldn’t wait to get her alone. He was going to make sure she paid—in a good way.

  Mulduk struggled against the silver.

  He begged, only to be ignored.

  Jolie didn't want to focus on the sick vampyre. She wanted to work on her mate.

  She was hungry for him.

  As she slowed her feeding, Flynn was in her mind.

  ‘If you keep rubbing against me, I’m going to cum. I’m so close it’s not funny.’

  ‘I’m sorry, my love.’

  ‘You will be later. I can’t wait to take you. Be ready.’

  Jolie hopped down from his body. When she turned, she was wiping the drops of blood from her lips.

  Mulduk looked desperate.

  “Shall we continue? I just needed a little snack.”

  Flynn grinned, his fangs aching in his mouth.

  “Pick your tool, Flynn,” Jolie offered, waiting for her mate to decide.

  “I like the whip.”

  ‘This one?’ she asked, picking up a leather one.

  ‘Yes.’

  Jolie flicked her wrist and sent the leather whipping across his flesh. Flynn jerked and threw his head back. Jolie struck him again, and he shook as the leather struck his chest. “Please, Mistress,” he whispered.

  “Do you want more, Flynn?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said, not minding at all. Flynn was focused on her body. There was something distracting about knowing she was pantiless beneath that skirt.

  Later, he would be enjoying the spoils of playing pet, and she would be his captive.

  Jolie proceeded to whip him four more times—the strips of leather kissing all the all parts of his body. When the leather wrapped around his erection, Flynn moaned.

  ‘Are you well, my love?’

  ‘I’m so horny that I want to hold you down right here and pound myself into you. Does that answer your question?’

  Her laughter wrapped around him like silk, and it turned him on even more.

  “You’re done, Flynn.”

  She unlocked his cuffs

  “It’s my turn,” blurted Mulduk. “I need your hands all over me.”

  Oh, she had other ideas.

  There was a couch not far away.

  “Flynn, turn it away from Mulduk. Then I want you to kneel in front of it.”

  Mulduk pulled against his restraints. He wanted off in the worst way. She was torturing him, and he needed relief.

  Flynn did as he was told.

  Jolie knew what she craved. This was her game, and she wanted her mate’s mouth all over her. Flynn wasn’t the only horny one. He had been sending her sexy images all night. That, combined with the pregnancy hormones, made her out of control.

  She needed him.

  As she walked toward him, Jolie sat on the couch, facing her kneeling mate.

  “Pleasure me.”

  Both men in the room hissed—Flynn because he wanted her in the worst way, and Mulduk because he couldn’t see. From his position, he wasn’t able to see anything but Jolie’s head over the top of the couch.

  Flynn grinned wickedly. ‘I’m going to make you cum and beg me to keep going.’

  She waited as he slid her skirt up so he had access to her body.

  Flynn didn't hesitate.

  He dove in.

  As his mouth plundered, Jolie used his hair to hold on. Her moans drowned out Mulduk’s.

  “Please let me watch,” Mulduk begged. “Please let me see!”

  She ignored him.

  Flynn teased, tormented, and devoured. As he lapped and licked, he could feel the need growing in him. Normally, he’d be appalled that someone other than Jacques was there, but he needed her. Flynn had to have his mate. If it were up to him, he’d be on her taking what he wanted.

  But he knew better.

  As Jolie exploded in orgasm, she could barely see straight. “Stop, Flynn,” she whispered.

  He obeyed.

  It took everything he had, but he somehow managed. Later, it was going to be one hell of a free-for-all. He was sure of it. It was Christmas eve, and he knew what he wanted more than presents.

  It was her.

  Jolie stood, tugging her skirt back down. Slowly, she leaned over to place a kiss on his lips. Flynn tasted like her, and it made Jolie’s heart race even more.

  Before he could even say a word, she turned. “Now, Mulduk, tell me why the Tueur is after me.”

  He looked surprised.

  There was no way he expected that. Mulduk was completely caught off guard.

  Jolie was p
leased.

  If he didn't think she’d resort to interrogation to get what she wanted, he was mistaken.

  “Mistress.” He couldn’t breathe. This vampyre had tricked him, and he didn't see it coming.

  She was devious, and he was in love.

  In that moment, Mulduk knew that she would be the ideal mate. Jolie Harcourte was powerful, cruel, and devious. They would be a match made in heaven. That’s why he’d asked to see her dominate someone. He needed to be sure.

  “I don’t know why, only that you’re marked.”

  Jolie smiled evilly. “Liar.” She grabbed Flynn and pushed him to the floor.

  ‘My love, bear with me. He’ll break this way, and only this way.’

  Flynn didn't object.

  He was still thinking about the moments before.

  “Oh, did you think I’d beat it out of you, Mulduk? It’ll never happen. See? You’d enjoy that way too much. Instead, I’ll play with my slave, and then leave you to suffer alone, untouched.”

  “No!”

  Jolie stood over Flynn and stepped onto his back with her wicked looking heels. She could feel them pressing into Flynn’s flesh, and she sent him a silent apology.

  “I’ll tell you, just please don’t ignore me.”

  Jolie stepped off Flynn’s back and headed toward him. “Why are they after me?” she asked, right before swinging out to slam her fist into his solar plexus.

  He gasped in pain.

  When he recovered, he whispered through the pleasure. “I only know it has to do with your pregnancy. They want to end the pregnancy.”

  Flynn was horrified.

  There was no way that was happening.

  “Are you telling me the truth, Mulduk?”

  “Yes, I swear.”

  She ripped her nails down his body, and he screamed in pain.

  “What else?” she asked, walking toward Flynn and picking up the whip.

  “Nothing.”

  She hit Flynn, and the sound echoed through the room.

  Flynn moaned, knowing what Jolie was trying to do. She wanted Mulduk to break, and he was close.

  Again, she cracked the whip, and her mate took the blow. It left red welts across his back.

  She was so glad the whip wasn’t silver.

  Flynn let out a sound between pleasure and uncontrolled lust. It sent a wave of chills across Jolie’s flesh.

  It was primal.

  Mate to mate.

  “Why, Mulduk?” she asked, one more time. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she cracked the whip.

  Mulduk gave up.

  “They fear you. They won’t stop until you and your children are dead.”

  Jolie felt the panic rising in her body as she thought of the children they all loved already. “What else?”

  “I swear. That’s all, Mistress.”

  Jolie believed him. “We will be revisiting this at some point, Mulduk. When we do, you will have the name of the vampyre who is killing the men and women. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Jolie walked toward the wall and pulled out six wicked knives. “Where do you like to be hurt, Mulduk?” she asked, knowing he needed the pain. She loathed him enough to give it to him.

  “In my chest, my back and my groin.”

  Slowly, Jolie slid the first knife into his flesh. She could tell by his face that the pain was intense.

  “More.”

  Jolie slid in the next knife into his back, and it sickly poked through his body.

  “Where now, Mulduk?”

  “Mistress, please,” he begged.

  “Where, Mulduk? You have to say it or you won’t get it.”

  “In my groin,” he hissed through the pain, as Jolie slammed it into his body. The screams were horrific, and Jolie stepped close to his face. “Like that, Mulduk?”

  His last thoughts were how he needed to have her as his. He opened his mouth to tell her yes, but her hand was on his chest, draining his energy.

  The world went black as the darkness swallowed him whole.

  That should buy them time.

  Jolie crossed to Flynn. He was standing.

  “We need to get out of here,” he said, his fangs fully extended. There was no doubt what he needed to do.

  “Flynn,” she began.

  He grabbed her and kissed her as if he was trying to climb into her body.

  It stole her breath.

  As soon as he set her free, he gazed down into her eyes. “I’m going to get dressed, and we’re going to take a little trip. I want you to bring that crop. I’m going to leave marks all over your body.”

  She shivered.

  “Did you hear me, Jolie?”

  She nodded as she tried to put words together. “Where are we going?” she asked, still pressed to his naked body. It wasn’t easy to concentrate. Flynn was vibrating in need and the sampling of his oral skills earlier had made her wet.

  She wanted her mate.

  “Anywhere we can be alone.”

  Jolie knew they had a secret hidey-hole for when they had to go under. No one knew about it but her mates and herself.

  It was their backup plan.

  “Let’s go to our safe house. It’s close.”

  It worked for him.

  “Maybe you should get dressed, and fast,” Jolie offered, taking a seat on the arm of the couch.

  Flynn didn't hesitate.

  He grabbed his discarded pants and shoes. He was in a hurry to get them on.

  He had plans.

  When he finished, Jolie was smiling at him. In her hand was the crop. Flynn was glad she took him seriously.

  Her eyes had bled black.

  She wasn’t fooling anyone.

  His mate was waiting her turn.

  And Flynn was going to make sure she had it.

  ∞ Chapter Fifteen ∞

  Secret Escape Home

  The drive there went by quickly.

  The entire time, Jolie was teasing him. She’d lick his earlobe, run her hand across his erection, or send him pictures of their previous rendezvous.

  They were hot, but Flynn was going to take it to extremes. In fact, they were both so wrapped up into the moment, that they didn't call Jacques to let him know they were okay.

  Instead, they opted to have this interlude.

  It was their gift to each other. After all, it was Christmas Eve, and they wanted to start the holiday off right. There would be couple cuddling later.

  Now, it was going to be about domination and fornication. Flynn couldn’t wait. As soon as they were inside the dwelling, Jolie was his.

  He could already hear his hand landing across her ass. It was going to be beautiful.

  Jolie wanted him to drive faster.

  In fact, she wanted nothing more than for him to pull over and take her. She couldn’t help it. Her whole body sang in need, and Flynn was the only one who could satiate it.

  She didn't think dominating him would get her this wild, but it had. Her striking him, leaving marks on his flesh, only made her hot. Not because she was hitting him, but because later…he’d be using her.

  “We’re here,” he said, pulling into the garage.

  Jolie didn't move.

  She couldn’t.

  Her heart was pounding too hard. It was like it was going to explode out of her chest.

  “Come here,” he ordered, motioning toward his lap.

  Jolie didn't hesitate. She moved into his body, only to have him yank her hair back, so he could sink his fangs into her throat.

  She whimpered at the kiss of pain.

  Flynn took a few sips.

  Then he pulled away. “You undo me, and I am going to have lots of fun returning the favor.”

  Jolie didn't say a word. She was still vibrating from his mouth.

  “Let’s go,” he ordered, yanking her from the vehicle. As he pulled her through the garage, he decided to begin there. With eager hands, he yanked the leather bustier down, setting her b
reasts free.

  Then he spun her.

  Kicking her legs apart, Flynn grabbed the handcuffs he’d slipped into his pocket when they got back into the hummer.

  She was trapped.

  “They’re silver. You can’t get free.”

  “I don’t want to be free.”

  He used the crop across her shoulders.

  Jolie gasped.

  “I didn't ask you to speak. When you do, it needs to address me properly.”

  She closed her mouth, but silently she wanted him to be rough. Jolie wanted him to dominate her.

  Flynn pulled her hair to the side, and let his tongue lap down the slim column of her neck.

  She shook.

  He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it too, but it would have to wait. He was hungry, but he needed her to scream for him.

  Roughly, he pulled her mouth to his. As he kissed her, Flynn slipped into her mind.

  ‘I’m so far gone. If you’re going to stop me, it has to be now. I can’t…’

  ‘I’m safe, my love. Have me anyway you want me, but just have me.’

  That’s all he needed to hear.

  Breaking the kiss, it was time to begin.

  Flynn’s eyes bled blue-black and he hissed when she rubbed against him. “Let’s retire to our bedroom.”

  As he tossed her over his shoulder, Jolie couldn’t help but get dizzy. It wasn’t from being upside down, but from Flynn’s hand sliding under her skirt. He was grabbing copious amounts of her derrière, and she loved it.

  He didn't speak as he navigated the house in the dark. Jolie could hear his breathing, and that said it all. Flynn was lost in the hunt, and she was the prey. There was nothing she wanted more in that moment than to be his prize.

  His hands needed to be all over her body.

  “We’re here,” he said, his voice gruff and filled with need. “Once we enter, I can’t stop. I won’t stop, Jolie. I need you,” he warned, only after setting her gently on her feet.

  She stared up at him, her heart pounding at the thought of what was to come. Flynn had never warned her like this, and she wasn’t sure what to expect, but she trusted him.

  She believed in her mate.

  They were a matched set from birth.

  “I’m ready.”

  He didn't say anything more. Instead, he pushed open their bedroom door. Tugging her in, he used his mind to turn on the lights. When Jolie was pressed to the wall, Flynn was on her.