It was their thing.
Running his lips across her chilly flesh, he sought her mouth. When he began kissing her, all the while pushing energy into her depleted body, Flynn could feel her returning to him.
“Mmmmm, Detective, why are you wet?” she asked, slipping her arms around his neck. “Did you shower without me?”
“Shouldn’t that be something I ask you, baby?” he muttered, lapping a drop of water that fell from his hair. “Yeah, I did.”
Jolie loved waking up to the warm press of Flynn’s flesh. Before, she’d rely on a bath to chase the chill. Now he did the job.
When her icy fingers found his erection, Flynn couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. “Oh God, baby,” he whispered, as he continued kissing his way across her body.
“Did you sleep well, Flynn?” she inquired, arching under his probing fingers and mouth.
“Yes, but I like waking up so much better.”
They heard his gasp of that first breath. It looked like their other mate was waking too.
“You’re just in time, Jacques,” muttered Flynn, as he continued to tease Jolie’s body.
“Perfect timing,” Jolie whispered, pulling Jacques toward her body, crushing his mouth to hers.
He growled low in his chest as her nails scored the flesh of his back. The pleasure was so amazing that he didn’t think he could bear it. “Mmmmmm, you are delicious in the morning,” he whispered, as Jolie extricated herself from their bodies. On her knees, she stared at them ever the predator.
It looked like someone else was driving this little sex fest, and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“I want to taste you, Jacques,” she whispered, running her fingers down his body as she forced him to lie flat on his stomach. Straddling him, she stared at Flynn. “You’re next, my love, so get ready.”
He couldn’t speak. Instead, Flynn curiously observed what his mates were doing. As Jolie licked down Jacques’s spine, the vampyre was getting fidgety.
Something was coming.
“Please, Jolie,” Jacques begged.
She found the spot that she craved the most. “Are you ready?”
“No! I know what’s coming, and I want to explode already,” he admitted.
Jolie laughed, teasing his skin with her fangs. “I think you can take it, Jacques. Admit it. You love this. It makes you all hot and bothered.”
Flynn knew what it was doing to him. Jolie was perched on Jacques’s legs, and he suspected what was to come was going to be violent and hot.
“I do. Please. Do it!”
She gave him what he wanted.
Without warning him, Jolie slammed her fangs into the soft part of his back. With each suck of blood, Jacques howled in ecstasy.
Flynn could feel his own body reacting. He, too, wanted Jolie to torture him. He longed to feel her mouth drinking from his body as so much pleasure filled him.
He watched in fascination at the picture unfolding in front of him. Jolie obviously knew one of Jacques’s weaknesses, but from the way he responded it, this obviously drove him wild.
He licked his lips.
“More,” Jacques’s begged. “Make me feel!”
Jolie pulled her mouth from his back, and began seeking out the next spot.
“Tell our Flynn how wonderful this feels.”
Jacques could barely say the words. He was lost in tracking her lips across his body.
As he opened his mouth to admit the truth, she struck again.
The room was filled with Jacques hoarse whimpers.
Unsure what to do, Flynn touched his clenched hand. The visuals of his pleasure flittered into his head. It pulled a low moan from his chest, and he wasn’t even the one being devoured.
“God, Jolie! Please! My control is slipping,” Jacques hissed, feeling the beast fighting to surface. He wanted her now in the worst way and would kill to get her.
Jolie bit down roughly, and again, Jacques screamed. Slowly, she sipped from him, teasing him with her tongue. When she was done she glanced at her other mate.
“Yes, Flynn?”
“Does it hurt?” he asked. It was hard to tell, since Jacques was screaming, but there was a look of pure rapture on his face, as he glanced over his shoulder.
“It’s a little of both.”
Jacques stared into his mate’s eyes, offering reassurance that he was indeed more than okay with it. “It’s unbelievable,” he answered, his eyes filled with lust. “I’ve never experienced anything like it before.” Jacques shivered, as Jolie ran fingertips down his flesh.
Jolie reached for Flynn and kissed him.
All he could think about was the taste of Jolie and Jacques mingling against his tongue. Instinctually, his fangs slid into his mouth, as if he had no control. The flavor of blood was maddening.
“Would you like to try?” Jolie offered, watching him with serene violet eyes. “Do you trust me, Flynn, to give your body immeasurable pleasure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then lie down and be prepared for an amazing experience,” she said, allowing Jacques up from his prone position.
“You won’t regret it,” offered Jacques, sliding behind Jolie to give her room to begin pleasuring their mate’s body.
Jolie ran her nails down Flynn’s strong back, and immediately, he shook beneath her touch. Starting up by his shoulders, she licked her way to his spine. “Are you ready, Flynn?”
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely, the anticipation killing him.
Jolie didn’t plan on holding back. While she couldn’t do this to a human, in fear of paralyzing him, she could do it to her mates. Jolie was betting that Flynn was more them than anything else.
Well, here was to hoping, anyway.
Scraping her fangs across his goose bumped flesh, Jolie waited until he relaxed. Then she bit down.
The scream broke from his lips, and neither vampyre doubted that Flynn was immersed in the ecstasy.
In fact, he was shouting just as loudly as Jacques had--maybe more.
Brogan didn’t expect the amazing rush, which accompanied the burst of colors that exploded across his field of vision.
Immediately, he began begging for more.
Jolie sipped from his body as Jacques’s fingers wandered across the most sensitive parts of hers. When they slid across the wetness and into the deep warmth, she gasped.
As Jacques tormented her, Jolie was inadvertently doing the same to Flynn. With each shiver pulled from her body, it reverberated into her mate by way of his back.
When she slipped her fangs from his flesh, Jolie whispered into his ear, “How did that feel?”
“Oh God,” he moaned, dropping his forehead to the bed. “It was indescribable, baby.”
Jolie was thrilled that she could share this with him, but she needed more. Jolie wanted to be buried in one mate as the other took her in wild abandon. Going back to work, she wiggled invitingly against Jacques, almost in invitation.
He took the hint.
Who was he to say no?
As he lunged forward, impaling himself deeply into her body, Jolie moaned.
“God!” Jacques muttered, praying for control.
Jolie wanted her other mate to feel the pleasure they were both immersed in at that moment, so she moved to Flynn’s lower spine.
“Please,” he begged, wanting what she had to offer.
Jolie tried to focus as Jacques worked his way in and out of her body. When she could finally get past the pleasure, Jolie slid her hand between Flynn’s body and the bed, finding his erection.
He gasped in lust.
Jolie prepared to flood his body with so much pleasure. Jolie had no doubt that this would throw him over the edge.
“Please, baby,” he begged.
She nibbled across his flesh lapping at the intended spot. When he was lost in the pleasure of her stroking him, Jolie would strike.
Flynn couldn’t think. His entire body was a rollercoaster of sensation.
> “Jolie, I don’t know if I can handle that again,” he whispered, the bright colors still blinding him. He knew he was close to losing it. While Jacques had years of practice with his control, Flynn had months.
Jolie didn’t hold back. Instead, she slammed her fangs into his back while roughly stroking him. Immediately, Flynn screamed as his body bowed beneath hers.
Jacques was lost in the pleasure. There was something erotic about taking Jolie, while in turn, she did the same to Flynn. There was a warmth building in his body as he slipped closer and closer to release.
“Jolie, please,” Flynn begged.
As she drank from his body, with each stroke of flesh against hard flesh, Jolie pulled her mate closer to the edge.
He wasn’t kidding. Flynn couldn’t hold out any longer. Jolie’s mouth and hand were working him hard.
Jolie pushed them further, sending both men erotic pictures into their minds.
Jacques moaned and Flynn gasped in pleasure.
This was her plan. Now all three of them were connected, buried in each other’s bodies.
A shudder went through her, forcing more pleasure into Flynn’s helpless body.
“Christ,” he muttered, digging his hands into the bedding to find some control.
But it was too late.
Wave after wave of mind blowing heat exploded around him. It poured from his body into Jolie’s, and then into Jacques’s.
It was like nothing Flynn had felt before.
When Jolie sucked again, the colors exploded around them. There was no stopping this amazing eruption now. With the final stroke to his body, Flynn shattered apart. Lust, heat, and energy rushed through him.
It hit Jolie hard.
Her body milked Jacques’s, pulling him from the tenuous threads of control.
All three fell into the pleasure.
Bright colors erupted around them.
Jolie collapsed onto Flynn’s spent body as Jacques fell off to the side, trying not to crush her between them. Once on the soft comfort of their mattress, he pulled her delicately into his arms.
Flynn took that as his sign to roll over.
He was breathing heavy.
“Wow.”
Jolie giggled as she stroked his stubbly cheek. “I take it that you enjoyed our little mating?”
“Yeah, well, enjoyed doesn’t really cover it. Who came up with that little adventure?” he asked, resting his head on her breast in exhaustion.
Flynn was officially spent.
It was Jacques turn to laugh. “Our Jolie is very creative when she wants to be. The first time she did that I lost complete and total control.”
“I have to say that was up there with some of my favorite things in the world,” Flynn admitted, flicking his tongue over Jolie’s taut nipple.
She cuddled into their bodies, knowing she needed to change the subject. Both men were stroking her body, and at any second, she might decide to take them both for another ride.
“I have to tell you both something. It’s kind of important.”
Both men sat up, staring at her.
“Are you okay?” Flynn asked, getting worried.
Jacques looked just as freaked out. It would have been amusing if this was a topic that either man could joke about. Their progeny was no laughing matter.
“I saw death when I fell into the darkness.”
Okay, they were both officially freaked out.
“What did she want?” Flynn asked, placing his hand beside Jacques’s on her flat belly.
“Don’t worry. It’s not about that,” she reassured.
Then, she told them everything.
“You released him?” Jacques asked. “Is that possible?”
“Apparently, and yes, I did.”
Neither man spoke.
“What did this cost us?” Flynn finally asked. “We all know Death isn’t going to hand out favors like Tic Tacs.”
They were well aware.
“Well?” Jacques asked.
“I promised her six kills.”
“Oh God,” said Flynn, leaning back. “That’s a pretty high body count. Who the hell are you going to take out?”
She shrugged. “She doesn’t care who, and she didn't give me a time line.”
Well, at least they had that.
“So, Tommy is free?”
“Yes, he is. I don’t have a piece of his soul.”
Flynn was kind of glad. Tommy was his friend, but because Jolie was theirs, he didn't want to share.
He leaned in to caress her lips with his. “Thank you baby, I know you did it for me, and I will never forget it.”
“I did it for all of us,” she admitted. “I don’t like holding power over a man I’m not in love with.”
They stared at her, and then each other.
“She’s kidding, right?” Flynn stated.
Jacques tried not to smile. “I think she’s serious.”
Flynn thought about it. “Well, if that’s the case, we should probably wipe that smug look off her face. We can’t let her ego get too big.”
She laughed. “I’m not scared.”
“That’s your first mistake,” Flynn stated, sending his mate a message.
“Oh, and my next mistake?” she asked.
They didn't speak.
Instead, they pounced.
∞ Chapter Fifteen ∞
Friday Evening
After celebrating more in their quarters, they walked arm in arm down the hall to Mathew’s room. It was time to check on Detective Gress and his wounds.
When they opened the door, Tommy was sitting up in bed, but he didn’t exactly look happy to see them. Since his eyes weren’t one hundred percent healed, he had to hear them coming.
Some of his gifts were starting to make an appearance, and from the look on his face, they could tell he wasn’t pleased.
Jolie knew he was afraid, and he had every right to be. What the detective had lived through was enough to rattle anyone’s cage.
“We won’t hurt you, Tommy,” said Jolie, moving to the side of the bed. “I promise.”
“I just can’t believe that you’re a vampyre. I didn’t believe they existed.” He squinted over at his ex-partner. “How did you become like them?” he questioned, obviously nervous now that he knew the truth.
Flynn shared the truth with him. He didn't leave anything out.
“Wait! I’m bonded?” He immediately went pale.
Jolie cautiously took a seat beside her mate on the bed’s edge. “No, you’re not, Tommy. We’ve made a deal with a higher power, and you’re free. You’ll always need to feed from energy, but you won’t feel sick not being near me. This is a really big gift.”
The men agreed.
“So, I don’t have to stay with you?” He looked marginally more relaxed.
“No, you’re free,” answered Flynn, taking Jolie’s hand in his. “You can come with us, but it’ll be your choice. You won’t feel all the aftereffects of being away from Jolie. Not like I did, anyway.”
“I’m healed, I don’t drink blood, and I can go? Why does this sound weirder than the whole tale of vampyres?”
“It’s the truth. When you’re up to it, you can walk out of here. All we ask is that you keep our secret safe. If you tell anyone, you risk us. We’re hunted, Tommy. If word gets out to the wrong people, we could all be killed,” Jolie admitted.
Flynn wanted to be sick. He was in Jolie’s head, and he could see what happened to her parents.
Tommy squinted his eyes, trying to make out the shadow across the room. “Who’s over there?”
“It’s Jacques,” Flynn stated. “Our mate.”
“I don’t understand this. I try, and it doesn’t make sense. None of it does. You left town, and now you’re like them, but not like them.”
Flynn shrugged. “Technically, I’m still human.”
And each day, more and more of that humanity was slipping away.
Tommy continued, “You’re s
leeping with her, but she’s sleeping with him,” he stated before continuing, “and now I’m healed from wounds that should have killed me, but miraculously I’m free to go?”
He knew how hard this was to wrap your mind around. At first, he’d been just as confused.
“I fell in love with Jolie and I’m bonded to her and Jacques. I share my soul with both of them, and I’ll live as long as they do. When they die, so will I.”
Tommy blinked rapidly, as if trying to take it all in. “This is weird.”
“We’re a couple, Tommy. I’ve mated for life.”
“Do you go all Vlad the Impaler on people?”
This was where it got tricky. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to scare the man either. “When I need to.”
“So, you drink blood--like that nutjob who took me?”
“Yes.”
He looked disgusted.
Both Jolie and Jacques could see how hard Flynn was struggling with this. He wasn’t a vampyre, so this was hard for him. This conversation with his old friend brought to light the one thing that worried him.
He wasn’t human or vampyre.
Flynn was trapped between two worlds.
Jacques finally moved toward his family, a hand of support placed on Flynn’s shoulder. “Flynn is our gift. As far as we’re concerned, he’s a vampyre.”
Tommy couldn’t help himself. He began laughing at the insanity of it all. This had to be a bad dream because there was no way his friend was a blood drinking vampyre. “Yeah, okay.”
“Can you see me clearly?” Flynn asked.
“Yes, you’re close enough.”
Flynn knew there was only one way to prove it. Grinning, he forced his fangs into his mouth by thinking about Jolie’s blood. When they appeared, Tommy gasped.
“Oh God! They made you like them,” he whispered in horror, as he tried to scurry away from them.
“Yes, and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he admitted, kissing the inside of Jolie’s wrist in a sign of love and allegiance. At the same time, he placed his hand over Jacques on his shoulder, uniting the three of them.
Together, they could hear Tommy’s heart pounding in his chest. It was time for the vampyres to leave. Flynn needed some alone time with his friend.
Jolie stood. “I’m glad you feel better, Detective, and I apologize for what you’ve been through. If you need anything, please feel free to call for Chloe,” she said, dropping a kiss to Flynn’s lips.
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