I felt the weight growing in me once again and I relaxed into the pressure as I sensed Jace’s eager anticipation washing through my body and I came writhing and screaming. Jace’s thrust once more into me grinding against me, his back bowed and his eyes closed and I felt him explode deep inside while I came and writhed some more.
When I came back to my senses, Jace was kneeling in the water between our legs, his head on my thigh, his long dark eyelashes resting against his cheeks. His breathing nearly as ragged as mine, and he must have sensed my glance since he cracked open one eyelid giving me dopey looking smile. “Wow,” he said.
Chapter 7
When I could sit without fear of bonelessly sliding under the water, Gareth placed me on the seat beside him, reached over and picked up my glass of Champagne. As he handed it to me, he leaned in and kissed me, then sat back and simply watched me with his beautiful blue eyes. His look said enjoy the moment, I’m next. And my heart gave a little flutter at the thought.
I glanced at Jace and found him sipping his own drink, his eyes smiling back at me over the rim of his glass. He looked extremely relaxed and fairly pleased with himself. Not unlike Mi when she won an argument with my Mother. I slumped down in the water and noticed it was nearly tepid, tiny gooseflesh stood out on my arms and I rubbed at them with the hand not holding my drink. Funny it hadn’t felt cool a few minutes ago.
Jace put down his drink, stood up and leaned over the edge of the tub giving me a fantastic view of his nice tight ass as he reached for the towels. I could have helped myself, but the truth was I didn’t want to, so I reached out and ran my finger over the top of his spine and into the two little dimples just above his cheeks. He jerked and nearly dropped the towels as he turned to look over his shoulder at me in surprise. I just looked back at him and sipped my drink thinking all the while…nice nice nice…
Gareth put down his drink and slid under the water. He rose like Poseidon to stand before me hands on hips. I nearly swallowed my tongue, and my libido did a tap dance of joy! This was the first glimpse I’d actually had of him without his clothes and it would have been impossible not to appreciate the masculine beauty of him. My eyes traced the path from his wide shoulders across his deep well-defined chest to his tightly muscled stomach. My grip on my drink tightened as my eyes caressed his lean waist and hips and I noted that he was very happy to see me. His erection stood between us, long and hard, and I had the overwhelming urge to run my tongue over the length of him. I shifted forward on the seat and reached toward his hips, my glass disappeared from my hand and with nothing to hinder me; I cupped him with my fingers, amazed at the silky smoothness of him and the heat that warmed my palm spreading up my wrist.
He sucked in a breath and stepped toward me as I tightened my grip and gently tugged him in my direction. I allowed my fingers to trace his length, now wrapping them gently around the breadth of him then skimming my fingers from base to tip, listening to his breathing as I discovered just where he liked to be touched.
He tasted faintly of cinnamon and something earthy, a flavor I was beginning to associate with him alone, something uniquely Gareth. That was my last thought as I ran my tongue over him and slowly drew his penis into my mouth.
A quick study, yeah that was me. And eager, did I mention I was eager? If nothing else, I’d discovered two things about myself that night; one I liked a well muscled chest. And two, I really liked oral sex! I’m not certain if I was that good or if I was picking up pointers from Gareth and Jace, both of whom I could feel sharing my pleasure. But it wasn’t that long before Gareth’s legs started trembling and his breathing became ragged. Wow what a rush! I think I could have gone on like that all night, working him with my mouth and hands, but apparently that wasn’t to be as with a strangled cry, Gareth grasped me under the arms and lifted me onto the side of the tub. His lips found mine as he spread my legs and thrust himself in me.
I was fairly sure that would leave bruises tomorrow, but couldn’t really worry about it when all I could concentrate on was the way he stretched me tight, filling me up. He wrapped his arms around my back and held me as he plunged into me over and over until the liquid fire started swirling and my limbs became tense as I raced for that piercing pleasure. I leaned back in his arms and brushed against Jace, who was kneeling at the side of the tub, his green eyes bright. I reached a hand to him and he slipped his shoulder under my head supporting me, kissing me. My eyes closed and I clutched at Gareth urging him deeper, harder. A growl rumbled up from his chest and he leaned forward and covered my breast with his mouth, sucking my nipple hard and I came for them. Stars danced behind my lids and waves of pleasure exploded through my body. My legs wrapped around Gareth’s hips and I rode the ecstasy as he thrust into me once, twice more and experienced his own orgasm. His pleasure swamped me and I screamed and came again.
Jace helped us back into the water and we sat slumped together in a tangle of arms and legs. My hair hung in damp strands and I seriously considered leaving it like that, but knew I would be sorry if I did since it had a tendency to look like a rats nest if not properly dealt with. I’d get right on that just as soon as my limbs started working again.
Taking pity on me, Jace reached over and grabbed the shampoo off the floor, floated me to the middle of the tub, his palm under my back allowed me to tip back my head and wet my hair. He floated me back onto Gareth’s lap and proceeded to lather my hair, his fingers gently massaging my neck and scalp. When he was done, Gareth tipped me back, reached over and pinched my nose before pressing me under the water. He was waiting for me when I came up and his lips met mine in a soft sweet kiss that made my heart do a strange flip flop. I smiled up at him and he gave me a squeeze, gathered me into his arms and stood.
Jace flipped the stopper letting the water drain and reached for the towels he’d left laying on the side of the tub. Gareth refused to put me down so Jace bundled my hair into one towel and flipped the other onto the floor so Gareth could step out onto the marble without killing us both.
We were half way to the bed when my stomach growled, loudly. Jace gave me an amused look and headed out the door his towel wrapped round his hips. Gareth took me to the bed, pulled back the covers and still holding me in his arms, scooted to the middle then proceeded to drape me across him as he propped himself up with several pillows. The lower half of my body slid between his legs and my upper half lay across his chest so that my breasts were pressed into his stomach and my head was cradled on the soft mat of his chest. My arms slipped to his sides as I snuggled in against him, enjoying the heat coming off his body and the warm spicy sent of him. He brushed my towel to the side and ran his fingers over my back, drawing butterfly shapes across my skin. My eyes slipped closed and I let myself go, simply enjoying the feel of him surrounding me.
I roused a few minutes later when Jace returned carrying a tray heaped with what looked like roast beef, cheeses, and fresh fruit. He climbed onto the bed and placed the tray near my elbow. “Allow me,” he said, playfully swatting at my hand as I reached for a slice of meat. He picked up a piece, wrapped it around some cheese and held it to my lips.
I hadn’t been fed since I was, well I couldn’t exactly remember when, but I was fairly certain I’d still been in diapers.
“Diapers, what is a diaper?” Gareth asked, his voice sounding puzzled.
I had an instant vision of a poopey diaper strapped to the bottom of an infant and felt both men wince in disgust. Oops, slipped again. Too bad I just didn’t have the energy to care at the moment. Besides, if they’d wanted to kill me they would have done so already, unless they were trying to romance me to death, in which case I’d go happy.
Jace chuckled and shoved a slice of apple in my mouth.
Fifteen minutes later I pushed Jace’s hand away as he aimed another piece of cheese in my direction. I felt like I was going to explode and was certain my tummy was no longer its normal flat self. Resting my cheek against Gareth, I realized I had no idea what time it was an
d that I should probably get going. Somewhere upstairs was my purse and my car was still in the parking structure at the publishing company.
“Please stay.”
“Yes, stay,” Jace agreed, sliding off the bed and carrying the tray out the door. I was still resting against Gareth when he returned and disappeared into the bathroom. His towel was gone and he was carrying a wooden handled brush in his hand when he returned. Gareth slipped the towel from my hair and handed it to Jace who in turn handed him the brush.
Jace climbed back onto the bed after getting rid of my towel, killing the music and dimming the lights in the bedroom. He’d left a light softly glowing in the closet, I suppose in case one of us needed to use the restroom in the middle of the night. Or maybe it was just so we could see each other; I could only imagine how dark the room must be with all the lights off, it wasn’t like there were windows below ground.
I eased myself up higher and enjoyed the feel of Gareth running the brush through my hair. Jace stretched out on his side, using a couple of pillows to prop himself up with. His green eyes appeared thoughtful as he watched the two of us.
“Lexi, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to take it as an invitation.”
Hmmm, was that a bad thing?
“It is if you want to walk tomorrow.”
I wasn’t sure what Jace meant, but I honestly couldn’t care less about tomorrow, not when this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity.
“Were you planning on leaving town?” Gareth asked quietly.
“No,” I mumbled; chin resting on the back of my hands. I hadn’t planned on leaving, but it might not be an option.
“Then this,” he responded, waving the brush in a circle to include the three of us and choosing to ignore the unvoiced portion of my comment, “does not need to be a once in a lifetime opportunity.”
I closed my eyes and let my hands slip back to his sides, pressing my cheek against his skin I responded with a heavy sigh. “You were right earlier; I will undoubtedly be more trouble than I’m worth. Better to just show me the door. Because what happened upstairs earlier…is going to cause problems.”
“Lexi,” he whispered and his hand stroked over my hair. “Whatever the problem, let us help you.”
“Please trust us. We can protect you,” added Jace as he slid toward us and slipped his fingers through my hair.
What would that be like I wondered? To feel safe and secure and not have to hide who I was, to not have to shimmer to conceal myself?
Both men hugged me tight and I could feel them pressing in on my mind with their concern. A sob escaped me and I felt the fear like a sickness wash up from my center, drowning me in waves of despair so that I clung to them sobbing. I’d had no idea how weighted down I’d been by the need to conceal myself from the ever present gut wrenching pain of not knowing who your enemies might be. I was terrified just knowing that somewhere out there they were waiting for me to make that one critical mistake.
Tonight I had exposed myself, I had broken the rules. And in doing so I had placed my needs over the safety of others. Now I had no way of knowing who would pay. I had no right to drag Gareth and Jace into my problems, just the thought of them injured or killed made me cry all the harder. I needed to go.
“No!” growled Gareth. “We cannot let you go thinking you were to blame for this evening.”
Jace pulled back enough so I could lift my eyes to Gareth. The look on his face was fierce and his eyes were darkest pools of midnight blue. I glanced at Jace who just looked angry. “It’s true,” Jace added. “We felt you before you ever entered the building… such power. It has been centuries…”
“And there you were… this brown little mouse. It was shocking. We had hoped…”
“You… it was you that incited Goldy!”
“We called to her, your reaction was… unexpected.”
“You had no right and you have no idea what you’ve done! What we’ve done.” I said trying to push back from his arms, from his body.
“Then you will tell us and on our honor, we will make it right.”
What I would have said next was lost as the air turned cold and the room was suddenly full of death.
Vampires! God I hated the blood suckers. The thought stuck in my head as I was flung through the air. I flipped and landed on the balls of my feet, facing a skinny brown haired sucker who had the look of a madman covering his face. ‘New’ was my next thought as he struck out at me. New and slow! I countered with my forearm blocking his strike, raised my left foot and struck out viciously at his knee. The bone gave with a loud snap and as he was crumpling to the floor I shifted my hand, sliced open his chest and pulled out his heart. He exploded in a cloud of dust and I turned to see Jace and Gareth busy with several others. Goldy sat up for the first time in hours hissing eagerly.
I jumped up on the bed and felt the brush hit my ankle. Reaching down I grabbed it, snapped the bristles off and jumped on the back of the nearest attacker. He staggered under my weight and while he took the step that would have kept him from falling, I rammed the sharp pointy end of the wooden handle deep into his chest. I spun as my feet hit the ground and struck out swiftly and two more baby Vampires exploded. Death by brush, that’s got to suck. I thought to myself and couldn’t help smiling at my own joke.
Jace and Gareth looked like they were doing just fine so I slipped from the room, hunting any others that may not have joined the initial rush. Down the hall I went, my feet silent on the carpeting. I pushed my senses out, feeling the space around me, searching. Goldy sniffed the air and tipped her head sideways, and he was on me. I twisted and tried to block but his fangs sank deep into my bicep, slicing the skin and pissing me off. I grabbed a handful of his greasy hair and yanked him off me. I could feel the blood dripping down my arm and I held him while he struggled, his dirty nails scratching at my arm. I shifted my arm, healing immediately, and protecting the areas he could reach. His nails made an irritating scritching noise as they grated across my scales.
I grabbed his hand by the wrist and sharply bent it backwards, snapping it and causing him to hiss at me. I still had a grip on his hair and I gave him a nasty shake, leaned forward and spit in his face. Did I mention I hate Vampires?
“Lexi are you going to play with him or dispose of him?” Gareth asked from behind me. I hadn’t heard him come down the hall, not good.
“You don’t think it would be worthwhile to question him?” I asked giving the Vampire another shake as he continued to claw at my arm with his good hand. Reaching out I grabbed his second wrist and gave it a squeeze, letting him know I was that close to breaking that one too. He glared back at me with beady little eyes. God where did they find these kids? This one couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen. Someone had set up shop in the past six months in the city and these little beasties had been popping up all over the place.
Most newly risen didn’t last past their first month, too psychotic to handle the change. Those that did survive were usually more civil minded, as the Vampire Council in general hated bad press and therefore tended to clean up their own messes. Someone must have slipped through their net, because turning under age babies was not only frowned upon, it’d been declared illegal and the Special Force Hunters had standing licenses to kill first, ask later. Of course Vampires tended to leave little evidence of their passing so few questions were asked.
One thing was for certain, babies were much easier to kill than those older more powerful Vampires.
Jace joined us, a look of disgust on him, as he brushed at the fine powder covering his torso. Gareth stood in the hallway and leaned a shoulder against the wall, his eyebrow raised in query.
I sighed and yanked the kids face upward so I could stare into his eyes. Wading through the undeads’ memories was never pleasant, the newly undead even less so. The last time I’d done this had been with Mi and I didn’t like it any better now than I had then. It was so much easier to just stake the little bastards.
Billy, no Bobby, was his name and he had found himself wandering around the graveyard two, or was it three, nights ago. The sun burned him and he’d hidden during the day. He’d met one of the others down in the bedroom last night and had come for the promise of food. He was so hungry, afraid and sad. He missed his Sister and Mother.
I pulled out and glanced at Gareth with a look of horror. I didn’t want to kill the kid; he’d done nothing wrong, just protected himself! What kind of monster does this to someone, then leaves them to fend for themselves? The thought made my stomach curdle and I suddenly felt nauseous. I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t.
Jace crossed to me and his face looked like an empty mask, but in his eyes I could see the sorrow. He thrust his forearm in Bobby’s face, holding it there as the kid bit down and began sucking. I gagged and released the hold I had on his hair, my hand shifting back to normal. Jace gave me a pained look and sank his own hand into the boy’s hair, his hold not quite as tight as mine had been. He turned back to the boy and I could feel him sinking into the boy’s consciousness. I wasn’t sure what he did but after a few minutes he walked the boy to the couch and gently disengaged himself. The boy looked stunned as Jace urged him to sit.
Gareth had disappeared down the hall and came back wearing pants and holding what looked like a robe and a spare pair of jeans. He was speaking into his communicator. He tossed the pants to Jace who grabbed them out of the air, slipped into them and buttoned them closed. He helped me into the robe and I pulled the belt tight just as the door swung open down the hall and Nick and three of his buddies stepped into the room.
Jace went to them and they spoke quietly, after which two of the guards bundled Bobby out the door. Gareth wandered over to speak to Nick and Jace and I wandered over to the kitchen to the left of the front hall. I needed something to wash the gritty taste of ash out of my mouth. Jace joined me, his hand slipping into mine, fingers squeezing. Their kitchen was massive, on the same scale as his bedroom and looking around I wondered what some of the gadgets did. I could cook, but it wasn’t my forte and half the things in here I’d never seen before. There was a huge island in the middle of the room with several backless barstools tucked under. The room was mostly copper, with cherry colored cupboards, dark grey marble countertops and a massive refrigerator. Pots and pans hung from a rack and wineglasses hung from wooden slats that took up one side of the room. In the far corner was a closed door, I wasn’t sure where it led but I was guessing king sized pantry maybe? It was the only room besides the bathroom that wasn’t done in blue and green. I would have smiled at the thought but right then I wasn’t really feeling up to it and rubbed my forehead instead. The digital clock on the stove indicated it was close to three and I felt a weariness settle around me.
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