Dangerous Sacrifice (The Harcourte Vampyre Society Book 6)

by Morgan Kelley

  Inside, Flynn lowered her to her feet. Jolie immediately went to their host.

  “Thank you, Kiera. We owe you our lives.”

  Kiera examined the vampyres who were now in her home. She immediately looked worried. “Some of you have burns. Come with me, and I’ll mix something that will help you.”

  Camille took her child from Vanth, and she followed. She and Cari were the two who were burned.

  Kiera took them to a side room, and inside there were bottles and vials of different buds. When Kiera started crushing things in a bowl, Jolie took a seat not far away.

  Honestly, she was glad to be off her feet and out of the sun. Jolie was grateful they were now safe.

  “Just one more second, and I’ll have a cream ready that will take care of those blisters.”

  Camille sat patiently. She didn’t trust when it came to humans, but the mistress didn’t look stressed. In fact, Masters Flynn and Jacques were calm.

  That said it all.

  She and her child wouldn’t be hurt.

  “Kiera, you look a little under the weather. Is there something wrong?”

  Kiera glanced up from her bowl. “No, I’ve been having some bad dreams lately, and they just keep disturbing me. It happens from time to time. My gift is a curse. Now let’s work on those burns. They look painful.”

  “They are, ma’am,” stated Camille. “Thank you,” she said, still holding her child in her arms.

  Kiera rubbed the balm on Camille’s cheeks and then on her child. “There’s coconut balm in it, so it’s very soothing. It’ll protect you if you have to go out. I’ll mix more for you to keep with you.”

  Flynn paced the room not far from them. He was making everyone nervous.

  “Is he okay?” Kiera asked.

  “I’m making sure no one is coming after us,” he stated. “Kiera, we are very thankful for your hospitality.”

  “It’s my pleasure. I don’t mind helping you. May I ask what happened?” she asked, concern in her voice.

  Jolie began telling her how they were attacked in their rental. “Flynn took care of them. We just don’t think we can hold off another wave of them. The Tueur are relentless. They’re going to come at us again.”

  “Oh, Jolie, you need to be careful.”

  Yeah, she was aware, but there was nothing they could do. At that moment, the best thing would to be get out of Ireland.

  It was their only chance.

  They had to keep moving.

  “I’m in your debt, Kiera.”

  She took Jolie’s hand in hers. “Friends don’t carry debt on what is owed, Jolie. You are welcome in my home at any time, and I hope that we can remain friends, even after you leave.”

  “You’re very astute, Kiera.”

  She smiled. “Again, a gift and curse.”

  “I will forever count you as a friend, Kiera. You saved us today, and by telling us about that passageway to the cave, you gave me a place to hide.”

  She ran her hands over her belly. “My children thank you too.”

  Kiera placed her hands over Jolie’s belly. “Two girls. They are going to be a handful.”

  Oh, the woman had no idea, and oddly, she wasn’t the first one to tell her that.

  “If they’re like their fathers, then probably more than one handful.”

  Both men snorted.

  They knew who the wild one was, and it wasn’t either of them.

  “Upstairs there are three bedrooms. Draw the curtains and sleep. It’ll be a long day if you all don’t rest,” Kiera said.

  They would need to sleep.

  Tonight, they would get out.

  Flynn moved toward his wife. “You’ll rest with Jacques. Vanth and I will stand guard. We’re moving tonight, and you have to be at full strength. Everyone does. They will come again.”

  She agreed.

  “In my kitchen there’s tea in the jar. It’s my own special brew. She should drink some. It’ll help Jolie keep up her strength. The babies are draining her.”

  The men were aware.

  Jacques didn’t hesitate. He was off and getting Jolie tea.

  “You carry too much on your shoulders, Jolie.”

  Jolie was aware, but when you were primus, you led. You didn’t have a choice in taking a day off. Her family needed her. Jacques had to keep making money to support the family they’d disbursed, and she had to stay alive to see her children born.

  “I really just want this over with.”

  Flynn ran a hand soothingly over her back. “We’ll be okay, baby.”

  She knew they’d survive, but at what cost?

  “I wish I knew how they found us,” she said. “It had to be a vampyre who told them. We were well hidden.”

  Flynn agreed.

  Then again, he knew it was only a matter of time. The Tueur wanted Jolie, and they’d do anything to get her. The head wouldn’t be above trickery and bribery to find them. They had a huge bounty on their heads.

  It was a pain in their asses, but they’d fight to the death. Flynn wouldn’t let her go down.

  His child, and Jacques’s, would be born if it were the last thing he did.

  Kiera rubbed her arm soothingly. “Don’t worry, Jolie. You will get through this,” she admitted.

  When Camille’s face looked better, Jolie summoned Tommy. “Take them upstairs and let them rest. You need to sleep too. We all have to be ready.”

  Gently, he picked up Cari.

  Tommy hated that he’d hurt them before, so he was being extra diligent in being gentle with her broken body.

  Camille linked her arm through his. “We’ll see you in a while, Mistress. You make sure you rest too. You’re carrying two children, and that’s draining.”

  She was aware.

  Jacques carried two cups of tea into the room. “I hope this makes you feel a little better,” he said, handing them to the women.

  Kiera thanked him. “Tea always clears my mind.”

  Hers too.

  Jolie sniffed the steam and immediately, she began feeling better. “What kind of tea is it?”

  Kiera added honey to hers and stirred. “Rose and mint. Whenever I have dilemmas that make me confused, mint and rose tea helps clear the mind.”

  Jolie sipped the tea and instantly felt better. “I think there’s a bit more to this tea than just mint and rose, Kiera,” she teased. “I taste witchcraft.”

  She laughed. “Maybe.”

  Flynn wasn’t happy to hear that at all. His body language must have shown it too.

  Kiera stared at the men standing silently behind Jolie. “Magick is not always there to harm. Sometimes, it can soothe and heal what is broken.”

  Jolie finished her tea, and she felt so much better. When she leaned back, she was against Jacques’s legs. Flynn placed his hand on her neck, connecting all three of them.

  As of late, they felt better when they touched.

  They were truly mated.

  Flynn moved closer.

  “You need to feed. I can hear our little ones begging for blood.”

  Jolie could feel it too.

  “Do you have some place we can do that?” Jolie asked their hostess. “I don’t want you to have to watch it again if it’ll upset you.”

  “You can do it here. I swear I won’t be offended. In fact, I’m still very curious.”

  The mystery man had everything to do with that. Alexzandre was on her mind. She wouldn’t mind his mouth on her neck.

  Jolie grinned. She recalled the way the woman felt about Jacques. She couldn’t blame her. He was sexy. Kiera was flushing, and Jolie knew some vampyre was fueling a silent fantasy.

  ‘I can hear you,’ he admitted. ‘Kiera has good taste. I am the sexy one,’ he teased.

  Flynn laughed into their minds.

  ‘Yeah, but once you go demon, you don’t go back. Right, my love?’

  Jolie wasn’t getting into this tease-fest with them. She knew her mates.

  “Thank you, Kiera.”


  Both mates began opening the collars of their shirts. They took a seat on the couch not far from where Jolie sat.

  Honestly, she was starving, and she couldn’t wait to feed.

  “I’ll start with Jacques, and then he needs to feed too. He’s wearing down.”

  Flynn didn’t mind. He was bottomless and that was a gift he would always share with them.

  After all, they were married.

  These were his chosen mates.

  Jacques took a seat and patted his lap. “I’m ready for you, my love.”

  She crossed to him, taking her place against his body. When she teased his neck, he moaned in pleasure. Jolie, even when just feeding, turned his blood molten.

  Flynn took his offered hand, and he kept them linked together. As Jolie bit down, all three of them felt the heat.

  Kiera watched as Jolie’s mouth moved over her husband’s neck. She was being gentle, and honestly, it turned Kiera on.

  She didn’t know why, but it did. It was hard not to think about the vampyre who visited her mind.

  She wondered what it would feel like if he fed from her. A wetness pooled between her legs, and she was helpless to stop it.

  Jolie fed, but she didn’t take much—only enough to feed Angelique. When she was done, the little life sighed in happiness. She immediately calmed down.

  “I can’t wait to be next,” Flynn admitted.

  Jolie straddled his body, making sure to leave room for her other mate. The two of them hadn’t fed from Flynn at the same time in what felt like ages.

  They couldn’t wait.

  Flynn reached for their minds. ‘I can’t wait to have both of your mouths on me.’

  Neither could they.

  Then it occurred to her.

  ‘The marks.’

  ‘I have you both. I can control it.’

  There was that unbreakable trust in him. They knew he’d keep his word.

  Jolie sank her fangs into his throat first. The warm flood of blood calmed Azriel down, and then began heating her body. This was one of her favorite things. It still astounded her that when he bled, it was murk, but the second it touched their tongues, it was just like their blood.

  It was better.

  It was addictive.

  Jacques let Jolie have a head start. As she began slowing down, mostly for the pleasure of it all, he kneeled beside his mates. Moving his body to cover theirs, he found his way to his mate’s neck.

  He teased it with the tip of his tongue.

  They both moaned in pleasure.

  Jacques loved how they always responded to him. It turned him on.

  When Flynn’s large hand found the back of his and Jolie’s necks, there was that sense of peace.

  Of home.

  Of love.

  He sank his fangs into his flesh.

  In their minds, they were copulating. They were rolling around, bodies writhing in pleasure against one another. On the outside, they simply fed.

  As Kiera watched, they knew that she wasn’t privy to what was going on in their minds.

  It was probably a damn good thing. Jolie was already wet with need.

  ‘I want you both to take me,’ she begged.

  Flynn wanted her in the worst way. In his head, she was naked and straddling his hips.

  ‘I want to feel you both, here, where no one can tell what we’re doing.’

  They’d never had sex in their minds before.

  It looked like a first time for everything.

  They began.

  Flynn was on the bottom, Jolie over him. As she slipped him into her body, Jacques got into place. His hands found her hips, and he slid into her until Jolie couldn’t take any more.

  She moaned into their minds, begging for a hard, fast ride.

  They gave her what they wanted.

  On the outside, they didn’t move. They simply slowed down their drinking.

  Their heartbeats aligned.

  On the inside, they were wild, there was blood, and claws.

  Jolie screamed in pleasure, Flynn took the brunt of Jacques fucking their mate.

  The three of them were lost in the heat of the moment.

  The tattoos warmed, linking all three of the together. There was Jolie’s lust, Flynn’s need to kill, and Jacques’s desire to protect them.

  It gave off a warmth that only added to the need.

  As they copulated like wild animals, the end was coming. Flynn knew that he couldn’t hold on much longer. Sex in their minds was even more intense. Everything was magnified.

  ‘Jesus,’ he moaned, as Jolie stared down at him.

  Jacques was close. ‘This is amazing,’ he muttered.

  Jolie begged them to take her.

  They gave her what she wanted.

  As Jacques slammed into her body, forcing Jolie up and down Flynn’s erection, they teetered on the edge.

  They needed to fall.

  Jacques did something he never did before.

  He slapped Jolie on her bare ass.

  It was all it took.

  In the room, Kiera heard the collective moan.

  In their minds, there was the shout of release as all three came at the same moment.

  The energy exploded out of them, filling the room. It was enough to wrap around everyone there. It was warm, tingly, and incredibly pleasant.

  Kiera gasped at the sensation. It felt like one giant orgasm being collectively shared.

  Slowly, the three broke apart. They were breathing heavily. That had to be one of the best matings they’d ever experienced. They all knew it had to be due to the three tattoos, and them being connected.

  Jolie stared down into Flynn’s eyes.

  They swirled with red.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  He laughed, and then pulled her lips to his. He could taste his blood deep within her mouth and enjoyed it. When he was finished, he did the same to Jacques.

  This was all that mattered in life.

  In his arms, he held his future.

  “Wow,” Kiera admitted. “That was…”

  Jolie laughed.

  “Intense.”

  Oh, if she only knew the truth.

  It was exactly that and so much more.

  Their tattoos fed death, and they were the conduit. They could hear their mistress’s laughter.

  She was pleased.

  “You should rest,” Flynn said. Truth be told, if they didn’t get off him, they would be copulating. The sex in their minds was amazing, but now he wanted more.

  “I’ll go get the room ready,” Jacques said, touching both of their faces with his pale hand.

  Flynn’s hands covered his.

  “I’ll keep you both safe. I swear.”

  Jacques headed up the stairs.

  “Jolie, that was most definitely crazy,” Kiera whispered. “That looked incredibly…”

  “Erotic?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I have to say that I was curious as to what it felt like,” she said smiling. “Now I know.”

  She was thinking about the man who visited her mind. She was curious as to if it would feel the same. She saw that it didn’t hurt, and that was important.

  She knew the wetness she was feeling wasn’t from the vampyres in the room, but from Alexzandre.

  She was attracted to him and his sexy French accent. She hoped she’d meet him.

  She wanted to save him.

  Flynn heard his mate call to him.

  The room was ready.

  Getting up, he scooped Jolie into his arms. “You need to rest.”

  She needed him.

  “You are one lucky woman,” Kiera called after Jolie when Flynn kissed her again.

  She couldn’t respond. Flynn’s mouth was devouring hers. All she could think, as he took her upstairs to claim her again was…

  Kiera had no idea.

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  Tuesday

  Late Afternoon />
  Gradius exploded on the phone when he got the news. “What do you mean you can’t find her or her mates?” he shouted as he pounded on his desk. “She was at that house. The woman who found her promised me!”

  “She was right, Master. They got away, and they killed every one of your killers.”

  That couldn’t be.

  It wasn’t possible.

  “How?”

  “I don’t know, Master. None returned.”

  “You have to find them! I’m so close to getting my hands on her and those babies!”

  “We’ll keep looking, Master. We’ll find them! I swear!”

  He was pissed.

  “Do it or die!”

  When he hung up, he was ready to kill. He knew who he needed to talk to, so he called her.

  “Yes?” she asked.

  “They screwed up.”

  She couldn’t believe it. “I gave you them. How did your men screw up?”

  “I don’t know. They’re idiots.”

  There was silence.

  “Can you find them again?” he asked.

  “Let me get somewhere alone, and I’ll call you back.”

  He felt like an idiot. He was running a freaking circus. There was no way she should have been able to escape.

  It was impossible.

  “Thank you. I’ll be waiting.”

  “Do you want me to come there?” she asked.

  He thought about the sex they’d had. It had been so damn hot the paint melted off his walls. Yet, he knew she was dangerous to him.

  “Not now. I have to handle the vampyre downstairs. I need to make someone pay.”

  Her laughter came over the phone. “Very well. Expect a call.”

  The line went dead.

  When he hung up, he wanted to kill.

  He knew who to call.

  Gradius called for his personal guard.

  She was vicious.

  “Master,” the woman said, when she arrived. “You needed me?”

  “I do.”

  “Is it time to hurt the brother?” she asked, licking her lips.

  “Go work him over, Katya. Make him pay for my anger. I want him to bleed.”

  Katya grinned evilly.

  This was her favorite thing. She had been Gradius’s private guard for many years, and she loved when he just let her play interrogator.

  “I’ll find something,” she said, sliding on black leather gloves.