Jacques laughed.
So did Flynn.
“Speak,” he said, once he was done being amused. Tommy didn’t’ hesitate.
“Cari, aren’t you afraid?” he asked.
“Of who?”
“Flynn?”
She laughed. “Flynn wouldn’t hurt me. He’s good like you, Daddy.”
Everyone’s heart flipped when she called Tommy that. You could tell even the detective’s did too.
Tommy stared at Flynn. “You made your point.”
“I’m the same, Tommy. You’re just hesitant because you’ve watched too many movies. I’m not some soul sucking demon who is going to take you to Hell.”
Cari looked up. “Is there a Hell?”
“No,” Flynn said, kissing her on the top of the head.
“I know. I’m sorry,” Tommy admitted.
Camille didn’t say anything.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She glanced over at Jolie. “I’m just a little caught off guard. We all have heard of…”
He stopped her. “Don’t say his name, and I can keep him buried.”
“Oh, okay. HE’S legend.”
Tommy didn’t get it. “What am I missing?”
“Flynn is the vessel to the most powerful deity in our species. It’s said he was created at the beginning of time to rule over death, battle, and destruction.”
Yeah, well toss in the tattoo, and he really had the market cornered on power.
“He mated with the first human woman, and Death was born.”
Her laughter filled the room.
“Ignore her. She’s squatting around me trying to get into my pants,” Flynn stated.
Jolie hissed. “I’ll peel her skin off and make boots,” Jolie threatened.
The laughter stopped.
“Death is his child?” Tommy asked. “What happened to HIM then? He had to die if he’s squatting in Flynn.”
They all looked over at him.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what can kill me. All I know is that he died somehow.”
“We could ask Vanth,” Jolie offered.
Flynn wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know, and he wasn’t positive he wanted everyone in the room to find out the one way to put him down. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, but if the Tueur took one of them, and somehow got it out of them, that would be bad news.
It would be a game changer.
“I’ll do some research. I don’t want HIM to find out all the details too fast. I can control that darkness for now. If we dump knowledge all over him, we might have an issue.”
Flynn could already tell that he was losing control of Rinnon. He already had the same thoughts, needs, and desires. It wouldn’t be long before he was completely one with him.
Which…didn’t really bother him.
He only hoped they were all ready for it.
“We have other issues,” he stated.
“Like?” Tommy asked.
“Well, we had a spell placed on our house. The vamps went shit nuts on everyone.”
Tommy didn’t like that.
Flynn told him everything.
“Shit!’ Maybe we shouldn’t be here.”
“You’re safe,” Flynn offered, “but since you’re here…I could use someone to help me work on this.”
“Oh, like a case?”
“We have black magick being wielded about, and the person who did it knew where we were.”
Tommy laughed. “The only way that could happen was if they followed you here or they’d been here.”
Jolie gasped.
She’d figured it out.
“We have our first lead,” he stated.
“And it is?” Tommy asked.
Flynn told him.
“A witch who hates vampyres came here, and the next day a spell was placed outside your home that targeted the fears of the vampyres in the house?”
Tommy started laughing.
“What’s funny?” Camille asked.
“That’s what we call means, motive, and opportunity.”
Flynn agreed.
“It means we have a starting off point. We are going to interrogate a witch.”
Jolie was glad to be working on something. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember the other thing she was supposed to be handling. She was pretty sure she was forgetting something. Her brain was cloudy from the pregnancy.
This was a tough gig.
“Do you want me to call her?” Jolie asked. “I can invite her here for tea.”
“Yeah, get her here.” He cracked his knuckles. “I feel like a little interrogation.”
Jolie stared at him. “Flynn, don’t jump to conclusions.”
It was too late.
He was already there.
∞ Chapter Twenty-One ∞
Saturday Evening
After contacting the witch, she promised to stop in after she had finished some things at her shop. Jolie was satisfied with that, and since the woman didn’t feel apprehensive, Jolie had hope she wasn’t behind this.
Honestly, Kiera didn’t seem like a conniving person. When she met her, Jolie genuinely liked her. She was sweet, pretty, and the inside matched the outside.
She really believed that Flynn was barking up the wrong tree, and she’d repeatedly told him so.
As they sat in the family room, Jacques was missing. “Where is he?” she asked.
“Sulking in our shower,” Flynn offered, not looking up from the newspaper. Jolie’s feet were in his lap, and he desperately wanted to pounce, only…he knew who needed it more.
“Why don’t you go see if he’s okay?”
“You don’t mind?”
He grinned, still reading the headline. “I’ll molest my mate later. I still think I owe you some Master and sexy submissive time.”
Her heart skipped.
“Yeah, you really do.”
As she got up, she stopped at his side. “I know what you’re afraid of happening,” she said.
He glanced up. “What?”
“I can feel him growing in you. I can feel how strong he’s becoming, and how you fear me falling out of love with you, Flynn.”
He didn’t speak.
“It won’t happen. You might be HIM inside, but you’ll always be my Flynn. He’s smart, sexy, and a good man. I can love the man you’ll be because I know HE will have attributes of him.”
That offered him some peace.
“I hope so.”
“Know so. It’s true. You’ll forever be Flynn Xavier Brogan. You’ll forever be mine.”
He touched her cheek. “You’ll forgive me when the demon gets bossy and does things without telling you first?”
“Are these things going to make us safer or our lives better?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“What are you hiding, Flynn?”
He closed his eyes. Flynn hated lying, and he especially hated doing that to Jolie.
“After you have the babies, I’m going to convert you to a demon.”
“What?”
“I’m going to…”
She stared at him. “Why?”
“It’s for purely selfish reasons. I don’t want you ever to die. I don’t want to wander this Earth if, somehow, you don’t make it out of a battle. We’re going to be hunting rogue vamps, hunters, and God only knows what. I want that insurance policy.”
She stared at him. “And you know this is possible because…?”
“I asked Death. She said it can happen after the children. Fate won’t let it happen now.”
She stared at him.
“Jolie.”
“Okay,” she said, “but I need one condition.”
He was a little shocked she was okay with this. He’d kept her out of the loop because he didn’t want her freaking out.
“What?”
“I want Jacques converted too. I don’t want him to feel left out.”
“We already discussed it.”<
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She stared at him. “Seriously? Were you going to keep this from me?”
“Pretty much.”
“That’s just wrong.”
He tugged her down, forcing Jolie’s mouth to his. Flynn stole one hell of a kiss. Her body actually went lax beneath his hands.
He had this power over her.
It wasn’t Rinnon. It was her mate and detective.
She moaned.
He sent her pictures of what he wanted to do to her, and it made him hard as steel.
Jolie got wet. She wanted to jump him.
Slowly, Flynn pulled away. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but go find Jacques. Use that lust on him and rock his world. He needs it more than I do.”
She stared into his eyes. “And that’s why I love you. You’re a good man.”
He patted her on the ass as she got up.
“Next time, I want to be over your knee as you spank me, Master.”
He growled. “Go! Before I change my mind!”
She giggled and headed out.
Jolie had work to do. She was going to molest a mate.
And it was going to be fun.
Jacques was in their suite.
He’d just showered, trying to wash away the guilt, pain, and anger. He didn’t know how to make this right. Even though his mates had promised it was fine, it wasn’t with him.
He called her a whore.
As he came out of the bathroom, towel slung low around his hips, he didn’t even see her on the bed until he was right there.
“Jolie?” he asked, checking her out.
She was in the sexiest little red lace number he’d ever seen. Before Flynn, there was no need for lingerie.
They were vampyres.
Instinctual.
Animals.
They mated. They didn’t play dress up to lure in the opposite sex. When Flynn arrived, they started to see more girly things that made him drool.
Like now.
“Hello, my love. Come here often?” she asked, moving toward him.
Jacques just stared.
He glanced down at her feet, and she was wearing the sexy heels that he secretly lusted after. He wanted them on her feet all the time.
And there they were…
“I do come here often to be with my mates, yes.”
“Lucky that I strolled in then, isn’t it?”
She was now standing right in front of him.
Jacques couldn’t even speak. His tongue was tied in knots. “Jolie…”
“Don’t let the guilt hurt you. I’m fine. I heard your thoughts while you were showering. We’re solid.”
He prayed she was telling the truth.
“Well, I do need one thing from you.”
“Jolie, ask and it’s yours.”
She dropped to her knees. “I want to hear you beg me for more.”
Jolie yanked on the towel, and Jacques stood there naked as the day he was born. Only he was hard and needed her.
Jolie didn’t hesitate.
She took him in her mouth.
He moaned as her tongue ran the length of him, missing nothing. As she swirled it around the head of his erection, his legs actually shook.
Jolie worked him hard.
He, indeed, begged her for mercy, and then he begged for more.
She gave him that and everything else.
As he was about to cum, she let him pop out of her mouth. The sound caught his attention, as did the breeze against his hard, wet dick.
He growled.
“No, Jacques, this is about me taking you.”
She stood, and when she did, she shoved him back. He landed on the bed, a startled look on his face. Jolie didn’t even hold back. She tugged the little panties down, stepped out of them, and tossed them to Jacques.
“You got a little rough last night.”
He swallowed. “About that…”
“No, Jacques, shut up.”
He closed his mouth.
“It’s my turn to get a little rough. Then we’ll be even,” she whispered in his ear, right before she buried her fangs into the part of his neck below his earlobe.
It wasn’t to feed.
It was to inflict pain.
Gorgeous.
Sexy.
Wanted.
Pain…
He moaned as she yanked them free. Moving to his mouth, Jolie offered him a kiss. As his lips met hers, she sank her fangs in there too.
His body bucked.
His hands found her hips.
He began begging in her head.
Jacques needed this.
‘Please make me hurt. I want penance for my sin of hurting Flynn and you. I want to pay for putting bruises on both of you. I want to forget the horrible things I’ve called you.’
She pulled free.
“So be it.”
Sliding lower, she went right to his nipples. Before she did, she pressed his arms above his head.
He couldn’t move. Jolie was using her power, and he suspected, tapping into Flynn’s to hold him down. He was helpless.
Trapped.
So very content.
He was beginning to get it.
“This is what you feel when Flynn dominates you, isn’t it, my love?”
She smiled at him. “Yes. I can let go. I can be free to simply feel.”
He went to speak, but she struck. Jolie tore her claws down his chest. The blood pooled and then the wounds healed.
Jacques’s erection bobbed against her ass as she perched across his hips.
“Oh God! Yes! More!”
With her mouth, she found those pale pink nipples. Teasing them with her tongue, she waited until he was begging, and then she struck.
He shouted with pain and pleasure. He wanted to free his hands so he could bury them in her hair, but she wouldn’t relent. She wouldn’t set him free.
As Jolie moved further down his body, he prayed she was going for his erection. It was throbbing, swollen, and needed to find a nice warm place to hide.
Unfortunately, she went lower.
As she teased the inside of his thigh, Jolie stroked him. As his flesh heated up, he forgot everything but the need to feel pleasure. Her mouth tormented the place above his artery, and her hand teased his dick.
“Please,” he begged. “Take my blood. Please. I want to forget.”
She did just that. Slamming her fangs into his thigh, his whole body bucked in pleasure. Jolie felt his erection tighten. She knew he was enjoying it, and so was she.
As she sucked hard, making sure each pull from his body was matched with a sexy picture of them fornicating, she knew he would be wild.
As he begged, moaned, and pleaded, she took him to the edge with her mouth.
“I want to cum so badly,” he whispered. “I want you on my dick. Please, Jolie. Ride me.”
The lines were blurred.
That was something Flynn would say, and it made her smile.
Moving up his body, she blew warm air across his erection.
“Jolie, don’t tease. End this. I need to feel you on me.”
She wanted that too.
He stared up at her.
“I want you to be rough with me. I want you to put your hands on me. I want to be taken by you, Jacques. Make me scream your name. Make me cum.”
He didn’t hesitate.
He was too far gone.
Jacques grabbed her and pulled Jolie toward the bed. Moving over her, he held her hands above her head. With wild fingers, he shredded the lacy concoction.
“It’s in my way. I want you naked as I fuck you.”
Yeah, he was definitely pulling more Flynn and less Jacques, and she loved it.
“Please,” she whispered.
When she was naked, he ran his fingers down her body, almost tenderly. It made her relax.
It was then he struck.
Jacques buried his erection deep within her body.
She shouted his name as he rode
her hard.
There was no finesses.
There was only need.
This was mating the way their people did it. When he yanked himself free, he flipped Jolie to her knees. “I want so much more than that,” he hissed in her ear. “I want you to beg me to take you.”
“Take me. Make me scream your name.”
He buried his fangs and dick in her at the same time. Jolie was pinned to his body by his erection and his teeth in her shoulder.
Only when he was ready, did he move.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was hard.
Rough.
He drove in and out of Jolie as if he was trying to crawl into her. As he fucked her with no mercy, she did beg and scream. As he drank from her, she wanted so much more.
As Jacques’s whole body tightened, he knew he was close. Reaching around, he roughly stroked the most sensitive, swollen part of her.
She came.
She screamed.
She took all he had to offer as he fell into the orgasm with her. When they began falling, he took her to her side, so he could stay buried in her body.
Slowly, he sucked.
Little sips.
Hungry sips.
Finally, he was satiated and set her free.
“Are we even?”
“You’re a dirty man-whore. You should be ashamed of your depravity.”
He snorted.
“Now we’re even.”
He felt a million times better.
Cuddling her close, they heard the footsteps. They knew it was their other mate.
“I hate to bother you two,” he said, peeking in the door, “but we have a witch outside, and she’s on her way in. Vanth is greeting her, so get your asses moving.”
Jolie stretched. “Flynn, will you shower with me?” she asked. “I need to feed.”
Jacques looked down. “Did I take too much?” he asked.
“No, you didn’t. Our children are doing something new. They want to eat when they want to eat. Right now, Angelique is sleeping. She’s not moving. Azriel knew her father was here. She’s hungry.”
He grinned as he walked into the room. “Come to daddy,” he said, lifting her from the bed. “If you get down there first, keep the witch busy. I have my own sorceress to handle.”
Jolie giggled, all the way to the shower.
Now this was how life should be.
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