by Maggie Walsh
Using his legs he dug his heels in as best he could and dragged them both backward away from the water’s edge, then he laid Jasper down carefully. Standing, B.B. groaned from the pain in his ass, but he kept moving. He went to the jet ski and struggled with it as he pulled it further onto shore. He had no idea if they would need the machine again, or if it had that much more gas, but he wasn’t taking any chances. B.B. knew they weren’t on the mainland that loomed farther away, and if they found no help here they would need to use the jet again.
He put his hands on his hips and spun around. There was a sheer rock wall before him about ten or so feet high and B.B. knew they would never make it up there. He began walking as he looked around and spotted a path between rocks that was dark and in the shade. That will be a good place for Jasper. He thought.
B.B. went back to his friend and checked his pulse as best he could without unwrapping Jasper and exposing his skin to the sun. He found one, but it was very faint. B.B. wanted to worry and panic, but he took a deep breath and swallowed it down. Now was not the time for that. Jasper was counting on him.
He slid his hands under Jasper’s armpits and lifted his shoulders off the ground, then pulled, dragging Jasper along. By the time he made it into the shade between the rocks, he was sweating like a pig, but at least Jasper was out of the sun. Carefully B.B. laid his friend down, then sat beside him.
B.B. was exhausted and would kill for a shower, food, and a bed, but not necessarily in that order. Hell, he didn’t care what order they came in at this point, only that they came. He leaned back against the rock wall and closed his eyes. Visions of what they had just done started to flash before his eyes and B.B. smiled. A laugh escaped, but was suddenly followed by a sob. They had been in so much trouble, but now they were safe. But were they?
“B,” Jasper whispered.
B.B.’s head lowered as his eyes snapped open and his gaze landed on Jasper, but he wasn’t moving or speaking. Then suddenly Jasper said, “So... tired... need... slee—.”
B.B. moved closer and carefully pulled the material back off Jasper’s face, praying the shadows were enough to protect him. Once Jasper’s face was revealed, B.B. gasped from the pallor of his skin. Jasper’s flesh was pale and ashen almost greyish. There was a sallowness to his features and he looked like he was about to die.
Fear raced through him and tears burned B.B.’s eyes. He had not just gone through all of that to lose Jasper now. There had to be something he could do to help him. Suddenly a thought hit him. Jasper was a vampire. He needed blood. Yes! He needed blood.
Without hesitation B.B. pulled the sleeve of the wetsuit back, exposing his wrist, then placed it against Jasper’s lips. “Drink, J,” he said, but got no response.
B.B. pressed his wrist against Jasper’s lips and tried again. “Jasper, drink. Come on, brother, please.”
Fangs slowly peeked out from between Jasper’s lips, and B.B. smiled. “That’s it. Come on. Drink,” he demanded, pressing his flesh tighter against Jasper’s mouth.
A slight sting pierced him and B.B. hissed, but it was soon replaced by a moan. God damn it. Atty wasn’t kidding when he said being bitten by a vampire was erotic. Fuck, his cock was filling and his hole clenched. Thoughts of Silas flashed through his mind, of him and his mate writhing together on their bed, their sweat-slicked bodies rubbing together as Silas thrust inside him. Mmmm, now that was a fantastic hallucination. B.B. didn’t want it to stop.
As Jasper pulled blood from his vein, B.B.’s euphoria grew and his head began to feel all floaty, like he was about to faint or pass out. His cock throbbed between his legs and made things uncomfortable in the wetsuit, but he just couldn’t give a damn. Everything else felt so good, so calm and peaceful and B.B. was floating. He needed sleep.
“Too much.” The words echoed in his head, trying to tell him something, but B.B. didn’t know what. “Too much” it said again, and B.B.’s mind cleared momentarily. “Jasper is taking too much.” If he couldn’t get Jasper to stop then his brother-in-law would drain him dry. Shit, he couldn’t die like this. Not like this on some damn rock in the middle of the ocean and without telling Silas how much he loved him and wanted him.
In that moment, B.B. realized that Silas was nothing like his parents and neither was he. They were mates. Mates were different from humans. Mates meant a million times more to each other. B.B. had a mate but... where was he? Oh yeah, my mate. What about him? Damn that feels good.”
B.B.’s head rolled back on his shoulders and he could feel the sun on his face. It felt so warm and like a great big hug calling him home. “Yes, home.” He needed to go home to Silas and tell him how much he loved him and wanted to be claimed, but first sleep.
Another wave of lightheadedness hit and B.B.’s brain shut down as he felt himself go limp.
CHAPTER 13
Just as the sun set Fabian’s phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and slid his finger across the screen, then tapped a few times. Fabian smiled and looked up at them. “They’re here. Let’s go,” he said, then headed for the door.
Once they stepped outside Silas’s brows rose when he saw a group of men dressed in all black with rifles strapped to their backs standing there.
“Valentine,” the guy in front said, as he nodded.
“Devlin?” Fabian questioned.
“Raven sent us. Are you and your men ready?”
“Yeah, whenever you are.”
“Good, let’s get this mission started. I have a chopper waiting on the far side of the property that will take us out to our boat,” Devlin replied.
Fabian turned and kissed Atty. “Stay here with Kalen and stay safe. You’ll be able to reach me on the com that Kalen has set up.”
“Okay. You all just be careful and bring them home,” Atty replied, then kissed Fabian and stepped back.
Fabian turned and met his gaze, his brother’s eyes giving him a silent order. Silas nodded, then Fabian’s gaze turned to each man standing nearby giving them all the same look, and one by one they all nodded, then followed this Devlin guy.
He and his men turned, then used their vampire speed and took off into the darkness. He, Fabian, Saber and the Sentinel, River, who were all vampires, also took off using their vampire speed, as Snow shifted into his snow leopard, and Talon into his dragon. The other Sentinels were staying behind to protect the home front and Atticus.
They reached the designated area within seconds and found Devlin and his men already loading up into the large AW101 military helicopter. The thing was big and could hold around thirty people, and was usually used for military operations. Silas had seen a few on bases across Italy, but never one up close. He was impressed.
Once everyone was on board and Snow and Talon given new clothes, Devlin turned to them as he put a headset on. “Buckle up, boys. We’ll be heading out fast. While everyone was sleeping for the day, my men have moved our ship within range of our target without letting them know we were there. Thanks to the intel your brother Kalen gave us, we were able to get within two miles. We’ll rendezvous with the ship in about an hour, from there we’ll head out the rest of the way on a Zodiac and slip in as close as we can. Then, my men will hit the water and swim the rest of the way and secure the yacht before the rest of us head in. Are we clear?” Devlin asked.
“All clear, general,” Fabian replied, with a nod.
Devlin turned toward the pilot and slapped the ceiling two times. The motor started and the rotors began to spin. Within minutes they were lifting up and taking off into the night sky.
It was no surprise to Silas how efficient these military men were as he watched them work. The king, Raven, had a fleet to rival any military installation on the planet at his disposal for the paranormals. These men had been trained as any other military force, but were more lethal seeing as their soldiers were made up of paranormal creatures. After the promised hour on the chopper, they landed on a Fremm Multirole/ Multipurpose Guided-Missile Stealth Destroyer/ Frigate Warshi
p. After that everything moved quickly as they were shown to six Zodiac Hurricane RIBs, which Silas knew were some of the best small vessel boats used in search and rescue.
They were separated into two groups with some of Devlin’s men, then the other boats were filled with the soldiers. Once everyone was on board, they were off, heading out into the night toward their destination. Silas only hoped that Jasper and B.B. were actually on board or else all of this would be for nothing. They had no idea if either of them would be there, but they had to try.
The spray of the water flew past him, licking at his face as a mist of salt water coated his skin. Silas stood silent, his gaze fixed ahead as the yacht came into view. He couldn’t make out anything except some lights from their distance, but as they got closer, the size of the yacht was impressive. This had to be one of those luxury super yachts he had seen a few times in different ports around the world, because as they moved in, the thing seemed to loom above them.
As planned, once they were within a certain distance of the yacht, their boats all shut down and everything went completely quiet. No one said a word as ten men geared up in wetsuits and weapons, then silently slipped into the water and disappeared.
Silas’s gut clenched as his anxiety skyrocketed. He prayed they had the right boat and found both B.B. and Jasper unharmed, because if either of them was hurt in any way, he couldn’t control what he would do.
The waiting was the hardest part. The seconds seemed to tick by like minutes, and the minutes like hours. Silas’s hand began to shake and he tapped his fingers on his thigh as he stood staring at the yacht. It had been about ten minutes since the team had left and there was no sign of anything happening yet.
Suddenly someone yelled and Silas knew it was coming from the yacht. A few more screams could be heard, then a barrage of gunfire, then everything went quiet. Too quiet. Silas could feel his heart stop beating. Static on the radio broke the silence, like an explosion, causing some of them to flinch.
“Six souls onboard, two dead. All clear,” came the voice over the radio.
In a rush, Silas released the breath he had been holding and prayed the two dead weren’t Jasper or B.B. Devlin raised his hand and gave a signal and the six boats moved, heading for the yacht, the remaining soldier’s guns aimed and ready.
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Diego slipped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to take care of business and shower. He had a long night ahead of him and needed to get his ass in gear. His brother would be meeting up with them an hour south of his current location and he would hand off the sexy vampire, Jasper, to his brother’s care. The man had a bonus coming to him after all for all his hard work and Diego thought a gift of his own personal sex slave was just perfect.
He could hear the other men beginning to move around on his deck and the ones above, and Diego smiled. Once they were all ready and fed, he would give the captain the order to leave, and soon he would be seeing his brother.
Diego entered the shower and turned on the knobs, then dropped his head back on his shoulders as the hot water cascaded over his body. He loved the way the heat helped relax his muscles.
Thoughts and memories flooded his head, as they often did when he was alone, and Diego frowned as his body tensed again. Visions of Viscardi came to him and Diego grabbed the soap and began to scrub his flesh. Allowing that man to touch him, to fuck him, had been a necessary evil, but it still didn’t mean he had to like it. Yes, it had been his own plan, but it still sucked to be the one who that disgusting piece of shit ordered around like his master.
Of course he had played his part and was the perfect sub, but he thanked the gods many times for giving him the brilliant mind they had. Many times he had been able to use his genius against Viscardi to avoid spending a night with him or doing a scene, but there were still times he had to bite the bullet and take one, or two, for the team and the greater good of his operation. Whenever those moments came, Diego had focused on the endgame and all the money he would gain.
Diego sighed as he forced his thoughts away from Viscardi and thought of Atticus and how the little sexy vampire had slipped through their fingers. Even without Fabian Valentine fooling them and offering four million dollars for the man, Diego knew Atticus would have still brought them a small fortune.
A smile crossed Diego’s lips as he thought about the human he now had in his care. His clients had been salivating over the human for some time now with the promise of getting their hands on him. For a vampire to obtain a human slave to use for whatever purpose they wished, was one of the crown jewels of his operation. A human slave for a vampire could be used as both a sex slave and a blood bag and they would gladly pay top dollar for their prize.
Once Diego had listed on the new website that Barnabas had been obtained and was now available for purchase, his clients had gone crazy. It was like throwing a slab of meat into a lion's den full of the hungry beasts and causing a frenzy.
The clients had spent hours trying to outbid one another, but then Diego got an offer he just couldn’t refuse. Three million dollars plus an extra million to train the human in submission before he was handed off to the client. Diego had closed the auction instantly and contacted the human’s new Master. He was thrilled to know that he and his employee, Kane now had two months to give their full attention to Barnabas as they broke him and trained him to be the perfect submissive for their client.
Once they met with Salvator and handed Jasper off to him, Diego would get his first taste of the human, then he would hand Barnabas over to Kane, who would spend a few days alone with Barnabas in the dungeon. After that, it would be Diego’s turn to have fun with the sexy little human all by himself for a while before they began to work on him together. Their client had specific needs and training Barnabas to pleasure multiple men at once was one of them. His client loved to share his pets with all his friends at his monthly orgies.
So many delicious thoughts ran through Diego’s head of what he would do to the human, but forcing Barnabas to do his will once his brother was gone, would be the greatest pleasure for him. Diego loved when they fought. He thrived on it. Just thinking of the stunning B.B. beneath him, screaming and crying for his release as Diego forced himself inside that sexy ass was enough to make him come.
Diego closed his eyes as he wrapped his soapy hand around his rigid flesh and started to stroke himself nice and easy. He allowed the visions of Barnabas, tied to the table, helpless as Diego fucked him hard, to send a shiver up his spine and increase his need. He couldn’t wait to meet with his brother in a few short hours, so his time with Barnabas could begin.
As the fantasy took hold and Diego began to stroke himself faster there was a loud banging on his door, pulling out of his thoughts. “Fuck,” he hissed as he continued to stroke himself, chasing his orgasm.
“What?” he yelled, so whoever was outside his suite, interrupting him could hear.
“Master Diego, he’s gone!” Kane’s voice came through the rooms.
Gone? Who’s gone? “Who?” he shouted.
There was a slight pause that caused the hairs on the back of Diego’s neck to stand on end. He knew what Kane was about to say before the words fell from his lips.
“The human, Sir! I have the men searching every hole for him!”
“Damn it! Find him,” Diego roared.
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Diego quickly got dressed and ran from the room to find Kane looking at him with fear in his eyes. Good, the man should fear him. Everyone on this damn ship should fear him if the human had gotten away. “Have you checked everywhere?” He asked, as he moved quickly down the hall to the stairs, then took them two at a time, entering the main salon.
“Yes, Sir. I have the men searching everywhere,” Kane replied hesitantly.
Diego stopped in his journey to the bar to grab some blood and spun around to face Kane. “I can hear it in your voice. Tell me, now!” he demanded.
“We found a jet ski gone, Sir,
” Kane said, then swallowed hard.
Diego’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the man. “And how did that happen? Where was Lonny? He is supposed to be keeping watch on this ship during the day while the rest of us are asleep.”
“I put him in the dungeon, Sir, to await you, so you may... punish him, Sir.”
Diego moved closer to Kane, his eyes glowing red as the anger consumed him. “And what would he need punishment for if he was doing his job?”
Kane swallowed again as sweat began to form on his brow. “He... um... Lonny was... um—.”
Faster than Kane could see, Diego thrust out his hand and snatched the man up by the collar of his shirt, then thrust his face into Kane’s as he asked again, hissing, “What?”
“It was my fault, Sir. Lonny asked if I could... um... show him what is would be like to be tied to a St. Andrew’s cross and flogged. I started before we went to bed, but once I was done, w... um... I... took him to the bed in the dungeon to do a cool down. He was overcome with emotion as you know happens sometimes. And well... we…”
“You ended up falling asleep, didn’t you?” Diego growled.
“Y-yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do everything I can to find him and bring him back,” Kane replied, his voice quivering.
“You bet your ass you will, or it will be your ass I offer to the client. You’re not supposed to cuddle the meat after a scene. This is not a BDSM club of Dom/sub partners. These are our money you’re fucking with. I don’t care what you have to do, you better get the human back. Tonight. Or you and Lonny will be thrown to the sharks, and I don’t mean the ones swimming around in the waters surrounding us.”
“Yes, Sir. I have the Captain sending out word to all the closest ports for anyone spotting someone of Barnabas’s description. I would like to take a jet ski out and see if I can locate him.”
“And how would you do that when you have no idea what time he actually left, or in what direction he went?” Diego asked angrily, as he thrust Kane away from him and went to the bar, then grabbed a few bags of blood from the fridge.