Dangerous Retaliation (The Harcourte Vampyre Society Book 4)

by Kelley, Morgan

  He laughed. “Then prove that I don’t need anyone else, Jolie,” he said, hoping he didn't piss her off. This was new for him. While he was forceful in bed, he wasn’t one to be this bossy and demanding.

  By play, he hoped he knew what she meant. If he was on the right track, he had to admit he liked it--a lot.

  She felt the heat, and then the mission was clear. Jolie took him in her mouth, working him between her lips. When Flynn leaned back, moaning in pleasure, she didn't stop. Instead, she let her hands wander across his strong legs and abs. She’d promised no vampyre, and it wasn’t easy. His artery was inches from her face.

  She was hungry, and it called to her.

  There was no doubt in his mind that he knew what she was thinking. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have it,” he answered.

  “Yes, Flynn,” she whispered, before going back to his erection. Jolie loved how he was enjoying her touch. There was a lot to be said by handing over control in bed.

  She continued until he was shaking.

  “Stop, Jolie.”

  She obeyed.

  “I want you to know what it feels like to bow before someone else. I may not have to call you mistress, but others do. I want you to see what it feels like. Call me master.”

  Her heart skipped and she blinked.

  “Now.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  While he was trying to give her what she wanted, Flynn wasn’t sure if he was navigating in the right direction. He only hoped this was what Jolie meant.

  “Pleasure me.”

  She immediately went back to work. Her mouth teased, devoured, and swallowed him whole.

  Flynn was pretty sure he’d never had a blow job quite like this one before. Jolie was on fire and consuming him.

  “Stop,” he ordered.

  Jolie obeyed.

  “Get on my lap, and ride me. I want slow, and you can’t fall without me.”

  She moved up his body, finding her place in his lap. As she took his erection in her hand, Jolie directed it to the wet warmth.

  They both moaned.

  “Do you like it, Jolie?”

  “Yes.”

  He slapped her on the ass. “Yes what?”

  Jolie flushed. “Yes, Master.”

  “Ride.”

  She began moving.

  “Slowly. Wasn’t I clear on how I wanted you to please me?”

  It wasn’t easy. Jolie was wild with need, and the pregnancy hormones were demanding she drink as she rode him hard.

  She slowed down, obeying him.

  Flynn watched her move in his lap. With gentle fingers, he played with her breasts. When Jolie moaned, dropping her head back, he teased her further, focusing on her nipples.

  She tried to move faster.

  Again, she earned another slap on the ass. “I said slowly. This is your last warning.”

  Jolie fought the predator in her. It was so hard. Her lower body was filled, her breasts ached, and her fangs wanted to find his throat in the worst way.

  “I can’t,” she begged. “I can’t hold it back, Flynn.”

  He didn't care. “What did I ask you to call me?”

  “Master. God! Master!”

  He swatted her bare flesh once more. “You asked for this, Jolie. You can’t always be in charge. You have to be the weaker one at some point. Let me control your desires.”

  His hands went to her hips, but she still fought to move faster.

  Flynn had enough. He pushed her off his body, and from the look on her face, he’d done something she never expected.

  Jolie stared in shock. “Please!”

  “No.”

  She didn't know what to do.

  “I said slowly, and I meant it.”

  With that, he was up, tossing her over his shoulder so her ass was predominantly displayed in the air. Without thinking twice, he carried her out to the balcony. Once there, he sat on one of the lounge chairs before pulling her down over his lap.

  Jolie was three days past shocked. Other than Goethe, no one ever manhandled her like this. “Flynn.”

  His hand landed on her bare ass.

  “Count, Jolie.”

  She didn't know what to say.

  He slapped her again.

  “Two,” she said, her body flushing with heat. It began in the pit of her belly, and crept up her pale flesh.

  After his hand made contact again, he lifted her chin to stare into his eyes. “I gave an order. This is what you asked for, Jolie, now, were you serious or just lost in the moment?”

  “May I speak?” she asked. While this should horrify her, especially when she promised to serve no man ever again, it didn't. There were the sexy blue eyes, sweet gentle lips, and the man she loved.

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sorry, Master. Forgive me.”

  He knew this was hard for her. Flynn was in her mind, and he knew that she was doing battle with what turned her on, and what had happened to her.

  “I’m not him.”

  She opened her mouth and closed it.

  “If I remind you of him, we’ll stop.”

  “You could never remind me of that monster, Flynn. You’re nothing like him.”

  “Then what do you want from me, Jolie?”

  Her heart skipped. “Please touch me. I need you. I feel like I’m going to burn up.”

  It was the only answer he needed.

  Shrugging out of his robe, Flynn stood naked before her. “I’m going to show you how I like to be pleased, Jolie. You can’t fall without me,” he warned her again.

  With that, he pulled her toward him by her ankles.

  Jolie swore she was going to burn up. Never in her life did she imagine giving away control would be this hot. Had she known, the men in her life would be the boss in bed.

  As he rubbed the tip of his erection across her wetness, Flynn stared into her eyes. “Sex first, blood later.”

  She nodded. “Yes, please!”

  With that, he buried himself in her body.

  Jolie nearly shattered apart, but somehow she managed to hold on. When she realized he wasn’t moving, Jolie opened her eyes. Flynn was grinning down at her.

  “Please.”

  Oh, he gave her what she wanted. Slowly, he teased and tormented her with his fingers, trying to push her to the edge. In all honesty, he was close, and if he moved, he was going to explode. Who knew a submissive Jolie would be this hot?

  Hell! Who knew he had this in him?

  Flynn couldn’t wait to see where this little adventure would lead.

  “More,” she begged, trying to move. “Please, Master. I need it.”

  As she was shaking beneath him, close to falling, Flynn wanted Jolie to see what she was really asking for. “No orgasm until I have one.”

  It was going to be a battle of wills.

  Jolie agreed.

  With that, he began sliding in and out of her body. The pace was maddening and on the cusp of making her shatter apart. Jolie’s body was bowed, her eyes were closed, and her nails were buried in the cushions.

  “Oh, God!” she moaned.

  Flynn didn't let up the torturous pace. Instead, he moved even slower, watching his body leave and enter hers. As his fingers teased the most sensitive part of her, he owned the mating.

  He was the boss, and she was…his.

  In that moment, he owned her.

  It was the most precious moment of his life.

  “Look at me,” he demanded, his own breath labored.

  She obeyed, knowing this was a changing point for them. From here on out, she’d need this. She’d need Flynn to be the stronger one. It would give her a well needed break when she was too tired to carry it all.

  “What do you want?” he asked, praying he could hold out. It wasn’t easy. He had a gorgeous submissive vampyre begging for more. There was something so sexy about a strong woman handing over control.

  This was the things legends were made of in the male mind. He was bl
essed.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Title,” he ordered, barely able to think. “I believe you’ve grown accustom to being called mistress. That’s going to change.”

  “Please, Master,” she whispered, her own body shaking. She’d never called any man that before, not even Goethe. He’d demanded it, but she wouldn’t relent, but for Flynn, she would.

  It was erotic.

  It was hot.

  It felt right.

  “What do you want?” he asked again.

  She stared into his gorgeous eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Master.”

  It was all he could take. Flynn did just that.

  The pace increased, the pounding began, and Jolie whimpered in pure pleasure. As the room spun, he knew he was done. “Now,” he hissed, bringing his mouth down to hers to swallow Jolie’s screams.

  She shattered apart, milking his body for all it was worth. When he exploded, pouring into her, Jolie was in heaven.

  This was exactly what she wanted.

  Needed.

  This was the perfect release. Gone was all the stress for that one moment of pure pleasure.

  “Oh, Flynn,” she whispered, as he breathed heavily in her ear.

  “Mmmmm, baby, that was the hottest sex ever,” he admitted, staring down into her eyes.

  Jolie wouldn’t disagree there. “Thank you.”

  He stroked her cheek. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”

  This was why she trusted him. While Jacques wouldn’t hurt her either, he wouldn’t cross that line. He’d be too worried about her past. Flynn--he trusted her to know her limits. “No. Trust me when I say there was nothing but pleasure.”

  “I have to ask, Jolie--why? What made you need this tonight?”

  She ran her fingers over his rough cheek. “Sometimes, I’m so tired of carrying it all. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a vampyre, and that’s what I’m accustomed to but every once in a while, it’s nice to be someone else.”

  He understood.

  He was human, and it was nice to live in her world sometimes too.

  “Why with me?”

  Her eyes filled with tears. “Because I trust you to keep me safe. You’d never hurt me, especially when I’m vulnerable.”

  His heart flipped. “But Jacques would?”

  “I don’t think he could spank me. Honestly, Jacques’s first instinct is to protect me as a guardian. In six hundred years, he’s never slapped me on the ass before. You come along, and that’s one of your traits. If he had to do this, he’d question himself, and it would bother him on some deep level. It would take the fun out of it for both of us. He’d worry, and I’d know it.”

  “And it won’t bother me?” he asked.

  “No. You’re changing, Flynn. You’re my true mate, and God help me for admitting this, but you’re getting more powerful like a mate does. You’re stepping up. You’re growing into your role here. As a human, you don’t mind kinky role playing sex that might cause me a little pain.”

  He kissed her softly on the lips. “I’d do anything for you. Tonight, was fun. Sex isn’t always about mating. Sometimes, you need it to just let go.”

  “You’re natural at being bossy,” she teased. Then, she went serious. “You’ve given me so much, Flynn, and I knew you’d give me this too.”

  He’d give her anything she asked for, including the heart in his chest.

  “I’ve never called anyone master before,” she admitted, “and I never will again.”

  “Oh,” he said, staring at her. “Did I screw it up? I know nothing about this kind of thing. Well, there was this one porno once…”

  When he blushed, Jolie lost her heart even more.

  She was touched. This is why she trusted him with it. “No, you didn't. All my life, after Goethe, I swore no man would ever be my boss, but with you… I don’t mind. I’ll never call anyone but you master for that reason.”

  His heart flipped. “Jolie, baby.”

  She pulled his mouth down to hers. “I mean it, Flynn. This was amazing. I hope we can pursue this more. This is ours. I have things with Jacques, and have for centuries. This is ours to build memories. I want to share something unique with you.”

  He didn't know what to say. One of his biggest fears was that he wouldn’t have any connections to them. Jacques had six hundred years of memories and experiences with her. He had very few months.

  “This turned out to be a gift for me.”

  “It’s a gift for us.” She kissed him softly.

  “Do you want me to keep this from Jacques?” God! He hoped not.

  “No, my love. He’ll see it in our minds. Like I said, Jacques and I have our thing. I want this to be ours, if you didn't hate it.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, hate doesn’t come close. I loved it. Just now, I felt like you were mine. That’s a treasure.”

  She cuddled against him as he pressed her into the cushions. “Flynn?”

  “Hmmm?” he asked.

  “I need to be a vampyre now,” she admitted. “I’m hungry. Feed me, my love.”

  He turned his head, and Jolie dove in. Her fangs hungrily found his throat. They broke the surface and feasted.

  Flynn moaned.

  She was voracious.

  Jolie was gulping like there was no tomorrow.

  “Baby,” he whispered, knowing he was close to his limit. When she heard him, she set him free. Flynn was still buried in her body, and staring down at her. There was blood covering her lips. He lapped it away, much like he’d seen Jacques do.

  “I love you.”

  Her words touched him. “I love you too, baby.”

  Jolie nuzzled his chest, leaving her scent on him like a big warm cat.

  “I think I’m going to like the whole vampyre pregnancy thing,” he whispered, as Jolie stroked his flesh with gentle fingertips.

  “Why is that, Flynn, my love?”

  “Mmmmm…pheromones.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “You can ask me anything, Jolie.”

  “Do you think I’ll be a good mother?”

  He was surprised at the question. Jolie had an amazing capacity to love, and here she was wondering if she would be good as a mother?

  “You’ll be amazing. You can tell. You remind me of my own mother--the way you hug and cuddle Cari, and then how you soothe Mathew when he hurts. Those are amazing characteristics when you have children.”

  Jolie could feel his pain when he discussed his mother. Rolling, she rested her body over his. “I know you miss her, and if I could bring them back for you, Flynn, I would. I would even selfishly bond them to me, so you could have them with you forever.”

  This was what he meant.

  She was amazing.

  “My mother would have loved you, fangs and all,” he said.

  “Really? Jolie asked.

  “Yeah. She was strict, but she knew quality people when she saw them.”

  “Was she tough?”

  He laughed. “Whenever I’d screw up, she’d kick my ass back into line, and then tell me she loved me. I’d come home from school, and there’d be chocolate chip cookies. Even when we found out she was dying, and I would visit her after work, they were always there.”

  She soothingly stroked his cheek.

  “That’s how I knew the end was near.”

  Jolie left kisses across his face. She knew how hard this was for him. Flynn rarely discussed his parents. They were the raw wound on his heart.

  “I went to visit her, and my father told me there were no cookies. I found him sitting in the kitchen. We both knew.”

  Jolie didn't know how to help him. Her parents had been gone so long that the pain had disappeared.

  “She got out of bed that day and scribbled the recipe down. That was the last thing she ever gave me.”

  “Oh, Flynn,” she whispered, her own eyes filling for his pain.

  “I’m okay, baby.”

  Jolie reste
d her head on his chest, trying to share some comfort with him. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s silly, but I kept the handwritten recipe. I think it’s in a box in my room. I just couldn’t throw it out. It’s the last ‘note’ I have from her.”

  Jolie nuzzled his chest as she tried to make him feel better. “She sounds amazing.”

  When he didn't answer, Jolie knew the truth.

  He’d succumbed to sleep.

  Exhaustion had finally won out.

  “I love you, Flynn,” she whispered. “You gave me something today, stealing away the stress, and now I want to do the same.”

  She called for Chloe.

  ‘Yes, Mistress?’

  ‘Do you know how to bake cookies?’

  ‘Yes, Mistress, why?’

  Jolie looked down at her mate. ‘Can you show me how if I get you the recipe?’

  ‘Yes, when?’

  ‘I’ll be right down.’

  ‘I’ll meet you in the kitchen, Mistress.’

  ‘Oh! Can we find something to substitute for chocolate chips? Does that even exist?’

  ‘We have carob, Mistress. Is this for Master Flynn?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Then we’re good.’

  Jolie hurried from the balcony to get dressed. She had one mission to complete before heading down to meet Chloe. She had a recipe to find.

  And a heart to heal.

  In Flynn’s old room, she found a storage bin. She hated to pry, but this was important. Opening it, Jolie rustled through his personal belongings. There were report cards, photos, and then a scrap book. Inside it, she found the paper, along with a photo of his mother and father.

  Flynn was handsome, just like his dad.

  She ran her fingers over the picture, knowing that if he were to ever age, he’d be sexy then too.

  Leaving his room, she raced to the kitchen. Jolie knew she wouldn’t have long. Flynn cat napped. Maybe, if she was lucky, she’d have two hours.

  When she entered the room, she found Chloe holding an apron. “I need another favor. In my office, there are a few photos on the shelf. Can you get one and slip this paper in there? I want Flynn to have this memory in our home, not in some dusty bin.”

  Chloe took it in her fingers. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “We need to rock out these cookies. They’re important. Can we do it?”

  She read it over. “Yes, Mistress.”