Dangerous Retaliation (The Harcourte Vampyre Society Book 4)

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by Kelley, Morgan


  She gasped at the sensation, and when he moved in and out of her, each glide brought her so much pleasure.

  “Jacques,” she whispered, glancing back at him.

  “I love being in you, Jolie,” he murmured, as he continued to enjoy the pleasure. “It’s heaven, or as close as I’ll ever get.”

  Flynn knew what his mate meant, and he couldn’t wait to take his turn. He longed to be buried in Jolie.

  When she stared down at him, her eyes reflected in the moonlight. “Touch me,” he whispered.

  She gave him what he needed. Sliding down his body, Jolie found his erection. With tongue and teeth, she tormented him.

  Both men moaned at the same time.

  This memory would be locked forever in their hearts. It was the first time they had made love in the moonlight as a couple.

  It was special.

  It was perfect.

  When Jacques hit that one perfect spot, she shook around him, instead of easing up, he gave her more.

  Faster.

  Harder.

  Jacques needed her.

  No--he needed them.

  As Jolie’s body swallowed his desperate thrusts, he enjoyed watching her pleasuring their mate. It was erotic and maddening at the same time. Their minds were linked together, and he could feel his own pleasure, and now theirs too.

  It tore at his control.

  While the predator was at bay, he reveled in the pure ecstasy of it all.

  Jolie knew she couldn’t hold on much longer. Pulling her mouth from Flynn’s body, she gasped as Jacques thrust forcefully into her already sensitive body. She was on the cusp, and ready to fall.

  Flynn stroked his fingers through Jolie’s wetness, urging her to the edge. He wanted to watch his mates find that perfect release, so he could feel it in their minds.

  It was like a drug.

  The hot flush coated his skin as he listened to their ragged breaths, fighting to hold on. “Fall! I need to feel you fall,” he whispered to them.

  Jolie was close. Staring down at the artery in Flynn’s leg, she wanted him to feel everything as vividly as they were. With Jacques last thrust, burying himself in her body, Jolie bit down.

  The pleasure erupted around them.

  Jacques poured into her body in a tidal wave of need. Flynn’s blood gushed into Jolie’s mouth, filling her with both men. It was perfect.

  Flynn nearly lost it from that alone. He laid back, closing his eyes as the heat swamped him. His erection bobbed, practically begging for someone to touch it.

  Jolie struggled to resurface. Jacques was braced above their bodies, his arms keeping him from collapsing on top of them. Instead of catching her breath, she crawled up Flynn’s body, mounting him.

  “Oh God,” he moaned, as she took him into her body. The wetness made the glide effortless.

  She rode him hard.

  He needed this in the worst way. Watching Jacques take her was maddening.

  Flynn didn't move from his position on the large rock. He couldn’t. He loved being pinned beneath them as they came together.

  He watched Jolie’s breasts bounce as she slid him in and out of her body. He could feel her need.

  She was dying to feel him explode in her too.

  Then there was Jacques.

  Flynn saw glimmers of what he wanted, but knew the man wouldn’t ask. He was afraid to frighten the human part of him.

  It was too late to worry about that. Flynn was well beyond that. “Jacques,” he whispered, his voice so thick with want and lust, it was barely recognizable.

  He moved closer, his hands touching his mate’s legs. “Yes?”

  “Drink. I want to share me with you.”

  Both men’s hearts skipped.

  As he went to move around to Flynn’s neck, he stopped him.

  “No--like you wanted.”

  Jolie was close to losing it. She saw the pictures in Jacques head. He wanted nothing more than to drink from their mate the way she had.

  It was intimate.

  It was a thing mates just did.

  It was something he never believed would happen.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, getting excited. This was a gift.

  “God! Yes! Hurry! Push us over!”

  Jacques dropped to his knees, finding the perfect spot on Flynn’s thigh. Teasing it with the tip of his tongue, he got ready to drink.

  Jolie was ready. Her body strung tighter than a bow. “Please,” she begged, dropping herself down to bury Flynn as deep as possible in her.

  He moaned.

  “Please,” he whispered, knowing what he needed.

  Jacques lapped once.

  Twice.

  Then he buried his fangs in his artery.

  The explosion was cataclysmic.

  All three came. The pleasure was shared in their minds as Flynn poured into Jacques mouth. They shared the perfect release as only mates could.

  The heat pulled them under.

  Wrapped around them.

  It devoured each mate.

  When finally someone could speak, it was Jolie.

  “Please tell me we can do this again,” she said, resting on Flynn’s chest.

  He laughed hoarsely, pretty sure that was the most orgasmic moment of his entire life, and that was saying a lot, considering the sex they had.

  Jacques sat on the ground, his head resting on the giant stone. “I won’t say no.”

  Then they all began laughing. If anyone came across them in the woods, they’d definitely get some interesting looks.

  “We should get dressed,” Jolie said, as Jacques struggled to his feet. His fingers gently examined the wound on her back. It had healed even more.

  Whether it was death, the blood, or sex that healed her, they’d never know, but why question it?

  Flynn sat up, refusing to let her go. “I didn't get a swim,” he stated, walking with her toward the water.

  Jolie gasped, knowing what the men were going to do. “Don’t!” she ordered, but it was too late.

  Flynn and Jacques leapt in, taking her under. When they broke the surface, they were all laughing.

  “I think we should send the tueur a card,” Flynn stated, floating on his back in the moonlight.

  Jolie stopped splashing Jacques to look over at him. “Are you crazy?”

  “What?” he asked, lifting a brow. “Hallmark doesn’t make a card for this?”

  She started laughing.

  “Well, they should.”

  “You’re out of control,” she stated, shaking her head.

  There was a glint in his eyes.

  Oh, he’d show her out of control.

  When she wasn’t looking, he took her under, and Jacques joined them.

  Jolie fought to get away, and then gave up.

  Why bother?

  This was perfect.

  Her men made it all right.

  ∞ Chapter Thirty-Four ∞

  Thursday Near Dawn

  Eventually, they got her back to the house. It was nearing morning, and they were exhausted. Jolie went to death as they entered the yard, knowing the men had this one under control.

  And they did.

  As they entered their sanctuary, before they could lock up, they found Chloe waiting for them.

  “We were worried.”

  They looked around. She was there alone, so that had to mean her and Vanth.

  “We had an issue,” Jacques stated. “We had to walk in. Our bikes are at an abandoned old house.”

  “I’ll make sure they get home,” she stated.

  “Is the mistress well?”

  Jacques dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “Yes. She’s just worn down.”

  Flynn wasn’t taking any chances. “We need Vanth.”

  Chloe’s eyes changed, and in their place was the demoness. “Yes, Masters?”

  They told her everything about the tueur, and their attack. While the woman’s face remained neutral, the men swore her swirling vortexe
s spun more violently.

  “That’s bad.”

  “We’re aware.”

  She began pacing. “I’ll watch the house until dusk. If they’re going to attack here, that’s when it’ll be.”

  They were glad. At least they’d be safe in their bed for a little while. While the tueur would have studied them, there was no way they’d know about Vanth.

  She was the ace up their sleeves.

  “They’re using black magick,” Jacques warned.

  Vanth didn't look pleased. “With the right spell, I can be stopped.”

  Well, that worried them. Now, they were safe, until that secret got out of the bag.

  “Don’t worry. I can talk to my mistress. There has to be a way.”

  “Thank you,” stated Flynn.

  The mates headed up the stairs and toward their quarters. As they walked in the silence of the house, Jacques brought up something else.

  “Tomorrow, we have to hit Delina’s old house. I think we should take Mathew with us.”

  Flynn laughed. “Oh, he’s going to love that.”

  “She’s going to want to leave him at home. You know how Jolie is when it comes to worrying about Mathew.”

  He pondered it. “Well, he’s going. It’ll be good training, and since that’s our goal, he’ll have to suck it up. I know it’s hard for him, but we all have to do things that are difficult in life.”

  Yeah, he’d had to stare at two disemboweled bodies. Mathew needed to grow a set, and Flynn was ready to tell him that.

  “Are you going to lay down the law with her, or am I?” Jacques asked, carrying their mate into their bathroom. They were all messy, and needed to clean up.

  “I will.”

  Then it was agreed. “I’ll be backup.”

  The men were taking a stand.

  “Let’s get her washed up and into bed. I’m exhausted,” Jacques said. “The sun is draining me.”

  Flynn glanced down at his watch. It had just hit the horizon. He could feel it too.

  “Works for me.”

  Together, they took care of their mate, knowing when she woke, they had bad news.

  Babying Mathew was officially over. If he wanted to be part of their inner circle, he needed to earn it.

  And that started now.

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  Zola sat in the trees watching the house.

  No one was moving around, since it was past dawn. She didn't like being out in the sun, but she didn't have much choice. This was the only time she’d safely be able to watch them.

  Oddly, she could tell that other vampyres had been there. The terrain was marked with their scent, and it wasn’t familiar. Zola hoped that Jolie hadn’t hired bodyguards to protect her.

  That would suck.

  Then she’d have a harder time getting to her.

  She put it out of her mind. Now wasn’t the time for negative thinking. It was time to take down Jolie Harcourte and her mates.

  They deserved to die.

  When she watched them, it made her insane. The way her old mistress lovingly looked at the men, fawning on their every whim…

  It pissed her off.

  Zola couldn’t do that. No, her mate was stolen from her. That bitch had ended his life, taking all she had to live for with it.

  Oh, that was going to get her killed.

  While Jolie may be strong, Zola knew her weaknesses. The family she loved would be her downfall.

  It was a matter of time.

  And when it was over, she’d cut the flesh from her vile mates’ bodies.

  They would pay for her crimes.

  In fact, maybe she’d force her to watch them die, like she did with Devin.

  That would be payback in itself.

  Her heart was gone, and Jolie needed to suffer. There was no doubt in Zola’s mind that Devin had cheated on her to overthrow their mistress. He kept it from her only because he wanted her to be safe.

  There was no way he would have ever stopped loving her.

  They were mates.

  Lovers.

  Tied to each other.

  Jolie forced him to do it, and she needed to pay.

  Soon.

  It was coming.

  Zola knew it was time to make the plan and then drive that stake through her heart and soul.

  Oh, she’d break her.

  Willingly…

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  Thursday Afternoon

  Jolie was the first one awake. That was odd because generally, Flynn would beat her to it every morning--yet not today. He was snoring soundly beside her.

  Jolie’s heart flipped as she looked back and forth between her mates. Never in her life did she think she’d get this lucky. They were her salvation.

  There was no doubt about that.

  While they both were out cold, Jolie plotted her revenge. Slipping out of bed, Flynn didn't even flinch. It was proof of how tired he must be. Normally, he was a light sleeper.

  Creeping into her closet, Jolie dug through all her sexy lingerie, finding something so scandalous, it was bound to make her mates drool.

  As she pulled on the racy red panties and corset, she couldn’t wait to wake them up. If she was going to feed, why not spice it up?

  Jolie wanted the men in her life to always have little surprises like this when they woke. It was going to be an eternity of special moments, like last night.

  When she brushed her hair, and slapped on some blood red lipstick, she was ready to wake them up. First, she’d start with Flynn, since he’d wake if the bed moved around too much.

  She needed to be sneaky.

  When she entered the room, Jolie noticed he’d rolled to his back, his big, strong arms up by his head.

  Well, she just got lucky. Now, Jolie could have her way with him…well, with his blood. She was starving, and wanted to wake him with the kiss of fangs on flesh. With Jacques, she couldn’t feed from him while he was with death.

  It was a big no-no, but Flynn? She could do whatever she wanted since his heart beat all the time.

  Moving to his side, Jolie cautiously straddled his hips. There was nothing between them but her panties and his sheet covered body.

  She couldn’t wait.

  Carefully leaning over him, Jolie made sure her hair wouldn’t tickle his flesh. He’d certainly wake up, and that would ruin her fun.

  As she lowered her body, Jolie gently nudged his chin, getting his head to turn to the side. When he didn’t wake, she grinned in victory. Timing it just right, she grabbed his wrists and buried her fangs in his throat at the same time.

  She was in heaven.

  Flynn jerked awake at the sensation of someone on his body. It took a second, but then instinct kicked in, and he knew who it was. How he didn't feel Jolie crawling up his torso, he’d never know, but now, her mouth was fervently working over his throat, drinking from him.

  At first it was shocking, but then he relaxed into it. She even released his arms, so he was able to roll with her. “Mmmmm, baby, this is nice,” he murmured, as she slowed down her feeding. Her one leg went over his, holding them together.

  Jolie rubbed against him.

  “You’re being a bad girl,” he whispered, praying the feeling would never end.

  Jolie licked at his neck, lapping at his flesh like a giant cat. “You taste amazing in the morning,” she admitted.

  He laughed. “Well, feel free to assault me any time you want.” When he grabbed her ass with both hands, she giggled.

  “Oh, I think I will, but before you get any ideas, we need to wake Jacques.”

  He released her, checking out the lingerie. “That’s pretty hot, baby,” he admitted. In his mind, he was picturing how he was going to unlace each and every ribbon that ran down the front of the racy red frock.

  “Maybe in a bit,” she said, reading his mind. Next, she was straddling Jacques in preparation for what was to come. “I can’t feed from him while he’s dead, so let’s
get him back from death. I’m starving.”

  “I’m curious. Why can’t you?” he asked.

  “Dead man’s blood is toxic. We can’t drink it. If you do, it’s like chugging a bottle of mercury.”

  “Well, you can drink from me whenever you want,” he offered, wiggling his eyebrows.

  She wanted to cheer.

  “Jacques, wake up,” she called, pushing energy into his body. Just as she heard that first telltale beat of his heart, she struck. Jolie buried her fangs in his throat, much like she did with Flynn.

  Jacques’s arms immediately wrapped around her body as pleasure filled him. “Morning,” he murmured, as his mate fed from him.

  “Morning,” Flynn said, grinning at the man. His face echoed what he’d just felt when Jolie did the same thing to him. “She’s feeling frisky this morning. Aren’t we lucky?”

  Jacques rolled, placing her between them as she continued to feast on his body. “Pregnancy hormones,” he muttered, as she rubbed against him. Jolie was making it hard to concentrate.

  “Thank God,” Flynn stated, running his fingers over a sexy, red bow. “I’ll take horny, waddle-y, pregnant woman any day of the week.”

  She released Jacques and stared over at him. “What?”

  He started laughing. “You heard me.”

  Jolie stared at him openmouthed. “You obviously want to watch us have sex all year and not participate.”

  Grinning, Flynn leaned down to kiss her. The taste of their blood was on her lips. It was intoxicating.

  “I think we should tickle her,” Flynn offered out of the blue. “After all, she promised me this whenever I wanted it. I find myself wanting it pretty damn bad.”

  She gasped as their fingers began tugging wantonly at the racy ribbons. This wasn’t what she had in mind.

  Jacques agreed with his mate. “I think we should make her beg us to stop,”

  Jolie squirmed as she tried to pull free, but the men were relentless. When they tugged at her lingerie, tearing it, Jolie screeched.

  It didn't deter them. The mates wanted her naked and at their every whim.

  Flynn held her arms down with one hand as he began snaking his hand to her ribs.

 

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