Jacques was sure the place had plenty of secrets to keep them protected. After all, Rinnon was powerful. No one would be getting into their new home.
No one.
“What about the other place?”
“I won it in a poker game, and the title isn’t in my name. No one can find it or link it to our family.”
Even better.
Having a backup plan was always a good thing.
Jacques was pleased. “Thank you, Father. I appreciate this. We need to keep our family as safe as possible until Jolie gives birth.”
“I completely understand. When I get home, I’ll email you the directions. I’ll go set that location up too. Is there anything you need brought there?”
He didn’t think his father would be able to access it. Flynn had mentioned it was secured and hidden for all these millennium.
“No, we’re good. When we arrive, I’ll let you know and you can bring things then.”
Mordechai patted him on the back. “I know you like to keep things to yourself, but I have to ask.”
Jacques knew where it was heading.
“May I ask why the Tueur is after her? Why would they wish to stop her pregnancy?”
Jacques debated on telling him. Then again, they had wanted to go back to Paris to have family around them. The more eyes on Jolie, the safer she’d be. Yes, they had Flynn, and the demon was strong, but for how long?
There they could shuffle her around.
He knew they would need to have help.
“Can you keep this between you and I? No one else, Father?” he asked, trusting the man that had for centuries been less than a father to him.
“Son, you know I will. I know you and I haven’t been close, but I want to fix that. I promise that I won’t even tell your mother. Whatever you say to me will stay between us.”
He had to trust him.
“Jolie is having two babies.”
“Okay, and?”
“One is mine.”
Jacques watched his normally expressionless face change. It didn’t take long for Mordechai to get it.
“Wait! That’s impossible. You’re a vampyre. We can’t sire children.”
“I did.”
Then he told him the legend of the Destroyer, and what his and Flynn’s daughters were destined to be.
Mordechai scrubbed his hands over his face and dropped his voice low. “They will kill Jolie to stop that. You know how the Tueur are when a vampyre could become too strong.”
He was aware.
His father didn’t know the half of it. They weren’t vampyres. Jolie was growing demons.
“They are fanatical, son. They’ll hunt you to the ends of the Earth,” he said, worried about his son’s family.
“They already are, and it is only a matter of time before we will have to face them and make a stand. Jolie is pretty strong.”
He paused.
Jacques wondered how much to tell his old man.
“Yes, she is, but for how long? At some point, she’ll be slower. She’s already getting bigger. You have to be careful.”
Jacques still didn’t spill Flynn’s secret.
It didn’t feel right.
His gut was screaming, only he didn’t know why. That instinct kept them safe, and for now, he was going with it.
“We’ll be okay. We have a few tricks that no one is aware of, and it should give us the opportunity to escape if we have to run.”
“You can’t run forever. The United States is big, but the Tueur will find you there.”
Jacques shared a little more. “We’re going to be moving back to France for good.”
Mordechai looked surprised. “Really?”
He didn’t tell him about Flynn becoming the head of the Tueur once they found the leader and killed him.
That was something they’d always have to keep quiet. No one ever knew who lead the assassins. It was a way to keep them safe.
“Jolie wants to come home.”
That was total BS, but it worked.
“If you need anything, you only have to call. I’ll do whatever I can to keep my grandchildren safe.” He patted his son’s shoulder. “I mean it. I’ll help.”
“Merci, Father,” he said. He heard Jolie’s laugher, and it called to him.
“Go see your wife. It’s your day,” Mordechai stated.
He wanted that in the worst way.
“Please, keep your word, Father. Our children and our lives depend on no one knowing where we are or where we’ll be.”
“I swear.”
It would have to do.
Heading toward their woman, Flynn met Jacques halfway. “Are you okay?” he asked, as he motioned toward Jacques’s father.
“Yes, I am. He’s going to get Rinnon’s home ready.”
Flynn’s eyes bled black and his fangs appeared. “He won’t be able to access it. I’m the only one who can,” he said.
Jacques suspected as much.
“It’s charmed. Without me, no one can get inside. He’ll see it as only a cave. That’s how Death has kept it hidden all these centuries, and how we’ll do the same.”
Well that was a damn good thing.
“Perfect. We could use a lair.”
Flynn laughed. “I always wanted a lair. I guess we’ll have to have fun with that.”
Then he paused.
“I know he’s your father, but he wouldn’t betray you and his grandchild, would he?”
He prayed that wouldn’t be the case.
Still, Jacques paused to think about it.
“I really don’t know, but I hope not.” Jacques really wanted to believe his father wouldn’t do that to him.
It would kill him.
He wanted Mordechai to accept and love them.
Jacques glanced over as Jolie touched his arm. She was staring at him with concern in her eyes.
“Are you okay, Jacques?” she asked. “You look worried.”
“I’m good. We were discussing Rinnon’s lair.”
She giggled. “That’s sexy in some sick and twisted way.”
Flynn reached for her mind. ‘I’m going to enjoy tying you up and having my wicked way with you, Jolie. Wait until you see our new home. There are so many secrets, it will take us a millennium to find them all.’
She flushed.
‘Yes, please, Master.’
His body went hard and a low growl emanated deep in his gut. Jolie was what he wanted more than anything at that point. Flynn wanted to carry her inside and have his wicked demon way with her.
“Heads up,” Flynn said, seeing that, soon, they weren’t going to be alone.
Jacques turned to see his mother heading their way. Immediately, she hugged her son.
“I can’t believe my baby is married and going to be a father. This is amazing. It was just yesterday where you were crawling around and nursing.”
Flynn snickered. “Oh, he likes breasts.”
“Shut it, Flynn,” said Jacques, punching his mate. “You like them just as much.”
He had a point.
Jacques wanted to spend time with his mates. “Mother, I’ll see you in France.”
“Are you coming home?” she asked hopefully.
“Yes, we are. We’re wrapping up some things here, and then we’re moving on.”
She smiled. “I can’t wait. We’ll have to have wine.”
He could do that.
“Pardon us,” he said, leading Jolie and Flynn away from his family.
“Where are we going?” Jolie asked. “We can’t leave our guests.”
The men laughed.
“Oh, we really can. I say we retire to our quarters.”
She knew what that meant.
Someone was getting lucky, and it was going to be her. The men in her life were in the mood to consummate their marriage.
She was more than willing.
Jolie let them lead her away. This was going to be the perfect little interlude.
She couldn’t wait
.
Flynn was sending her sexy images, and Jacques was whispering into her mind.
“I can’t wait to put my hands all over you, wife,” whispered Flynn, so only they would hear what he was saying.
Jolie’s breath caught in her chest.
The way the men were watching her, she felt like a very delicious offering on an altar. Both men were feral and full of wild need.
That was sexy.
When they reached their quarters, both men followed her inside.
“I want to remember this night forever,” she said.
They did too.
Jolie would only get one wedding night and here were her two dark-haired knights—one brave and a warrior with a poet’s heart, and the other one who would do anything to please her and protect her—a dark guardian angel.
She was a very lucky woman.
“Lock the door, Flynn,” said Jacques, starting to unbutton his shirt. All the while, he watched Jolie.
He did what his mate asked, and then he began stripping from his father’s tuxedo.
The entire time, Jolie felt like prey, and it called to her. To be hunted for sex turned her on. The fact that the men in the room with her would be wild, raw, and dangerous only made it that much hotter. The death, which lived deep inside her, wanted to drink in the energy that they would create by coming together.
“Strip,” Flynn ordered.
Jolie obeyed like he knew she would.
She slid out of the wedding dress until she was standing there in heels and the chaste white lingerie.
It was so damn sexy.
Flynn could barely focus on anything but pouncing on his mate. The idea of consummating their marriage made him crazy with lust and need.
Jolie glanced from man to man.
“One at a time,” she said, running her hands down her body. “Since it’s our wedding night, I want to be with each of you one at a time.”
She’d never said that before, but honestly, they didn’t mind. Someone was going to have to be very patient as they watched the sexy show unfold.
“Very well,” Flynn said. “Choose, and make it fast.”
Jolie licked her lips.
It was hard to choose.
Finally, she went with Jacques, only because he helped set up the whole wedding. He deserved a prize.
“Come to me, Jacques.”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Flynn, watch us,” she purred, and the heat in the room jumped even higher at her suggestion.
Jacques took her to the bed, his body over hers.
He couldn’t wait to taste her.
As they rolled around in the silk sheets, her body became tangled up with them.
Jacques stared down at her.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She loved him too. “I don’t have words for how I feel about you.”
And she didn’t.
“Touch me.”
Jolie could feel both mate’s watching her and it made it all the hotter.
Jacques ran his lips over her chest and the breasts that were pooling out from beneath the lace.
“So delicious,” he murmured, licking and tasting her all the way down her torso through the delicate material.
Tonight, he wanted to enjoy his treasure.
When he reached the tiny G-string, he slid it down her thighs.
Jolie moaned as his mouth found that most sensitive part of her. He teased, tormented, and drove her to the edge with teeth and tongue.
“Oh, Jacques!”
Her body shook.
“Jolie,” he murmured, diving back into the wetness. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted to dine on her for hours.
Jolie was lost in the lust.
When she turned her head, she saw Flynn sitting in a chair, his body rippling with need. He was hard, throbbing, and was nearly out of control.
He looked like a wild animal, ready to attack. Every so often, she’d hear the fluttering of wings, proving who was in charge.
It wasn’t Flynn, but Rinnon.
God, she loved it.
As the orgasm crashed into her, Jolie’s body bowed. “Oh God!”
She was about to speak when Jacques buried his fangs in her thigh.
The room spun in dizzying colors.
When she couldn’t handle the pleasure any longer, she opened her eyes. Jacques was above her, and he was grinning.
“Take me.”
Oh, he could do that.
With one long stroke, he buried himself in her body. Pale vampyre flesh kissed pale flesh.
They became one.
Jolie moaned.
Flynn growled from his seat not far away.
Jacques shook with each delicious stroke.
The room was filled with the scent of sex and need, and it called to all three of them.
As he worked in and out of her body, riding her hard, Jacques stared down at her throat.
“Please,” she whispered. “When you cum, take me.”
He’d give her that and so much more. As her legs wrapped around his hips, he felt her tighten down on him.
It was time.
With one long, hard stroke, he buried himself in her body.
Jolie shouted in orgasm, and Jacques took that moment to sink his fangs into her body, giving her what she craved. As her blood rushed into his mouth, he found peace.
This was worth everything.
He was home.
Together, they fell.
It was perfect.
Flynn had been forced to watch Jolie and Jacques making love. The entire time, he’d been thinking one thing.
He didn’t want easy and gentle.
He wanted to take, steal, and rob Jolie of her breath. It meant he’d have to be rough. He hoped she didn’t mind.
When Jacques moved off her body, crossing toward him, Flynn was ready.
“Your turn,” he said, bringing his mouth to Flynn’s so they could share the taste of Jolie’s blood.
This time, she moaned from the bed. The sight of her two mates—make that husbands—got her wet all over again.
She couldn’t wait.
Flynn broke away. “I’m not going to be gentle. Rinnon wants to come out and play.”
Jolie moaned as if she could already feel his hands on her body.
“I can’t wait to watch,” Jacques said, taking a seat. He couldn’t be brutal with Jolie, but she obviously enjoyed it. She was moaning already, and Flynn hadn’t even touched her.
“Are you ready, wife?” Flynn asked, his fangs protruding from behind his lips. They were long, sharp, and wicked.
She wanted them in her flesh.
“Taste me first.”
He didn’t hesitate. Flynn tugged her up until she was on her knees in the center of the bed. He immediately took her neck, leaving no mystery as to how hard they were going to come together.
She moaned.
‘I’m going to fuck you. I know it’s our wedding night, but I don’t have control. I need to claim what I’ve wanted since the day my soul was chosen to be matched to you.’
She understood.
‘Then do it. Make me scream.’
That he could do.
As he fed from her neck, he roughly tore at the material covering her body. It was shredded and covered with blood from his claws digging into her flesh.
Jolie gasped as he took whatever he wanted.
She loved that about him.
It was raw.
It was feral.
It was perfect.
Flynn had outgrown his hesitation and fear, and had become the monster that lived within him.
It was sexy as sin.
After he sipped from her neck, he stared down at his mark on her. They closed, but they left two tiny red pinpricks that proved she was marked and his.
The sight of that drove him wild.
They were his.
As Flynn’s fingers found the most sensitive part of her body, she was awash in need
. While she expected him to touch her, she didn’t expect how he took her with his hand.
Not one inch of her was safe. He teased, stroked, and stole whatever he wanted from her, and she still would have given him even more.
Jolie came from that alone. She rode his hand to the next orgasm, and she couldn’t help herself.
‘Flynn!’
‘I need you so much,’ he admitted. ‘I want to take you like a wild animal.’
‘God! Yes! Please!’
She sent him pictures of what she wanted. It was going to be one hell of a ride.
He set her free, staring into her eyes. “I want the real you,” he said. “I want my true mate.”
Jolie’s fangs descended, and her eyes bled black. He could taste death in the air around them. The Harbinger was there, and the demon craved it.
He grinned in masculine satisfaction. “I want this part of you. Give it to me.”
She did.
Jolie threw herself at him, nearly taking him to the bed. Jacques watched, turned on by what he saw. Flynn was dominating her, and he couldn’t help but wish he could be like that with Jolie.
“Face the headboard,” he ordered, his hand crashing down on her ass.
Jolie moaned. “Flynn.”
‘Master. I’m your master.’
She shook.
‘You are forever. I swear.’
He grabbed her hips and bent her over the headboard. This was his favorite position. Flynn loved the mere notion of rutting like a wild animal.
That’s how he felt whenever they came together.
The want was so hard to contain.
When he slapped her again, reddening her cheek, he was so turned on, he could pound nails with his erection.
That’s how hard he was.
‘Take me. Please.’
‘Be careful what you wish for, wife, mate, mine.’
He took her hard, claiming his mate.
Only there was a startled gasp as he buried himself in her ass. He was riding Jolie, and she loved every second of it.
Flynn watched himself slide in and out of her body.
This was perfect.
He slapped her again, and Jolie came from that alone.
Flynn fought the way she tightened down on him. He was far from done.
As he pounded himself into her, the headboard slapped roughly against the wall. He was pretty sure everyone in the country could hear their mating.
He was glad.
Let them all know.
Rinnon was claiming his wife.
As he reached around, teasing her, Jolie came again. This time, he stopped, needing to catch his breath. She had a vise grip on his dick, and he may not be human, but he still had limits. He could see the wedding ring on his finger, the one on hers.
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