Surrender: Immortal Protectors, Book 2

by H. M. McQueen

  Finally able to focus, he saw Julian’s boot right next to his face. The Roman crouched down and peered at him, his face blank.

  “The Fae, they are like nectar to us, impossible to resist. Did you not notice that even the usually unflappable Fallon has a hard time keeping his eyes from her? Since Cynden and Roderick are mated, they subconsciously give her a wide berth. Fae are addictive, their blood like pure honey. Taste it if you wish, you’ll see.

  “It’s nothing more than that, Kieran. It’s not love.”

  “Is that why even you had to touch her?” Kieran asked him, finally able to push up to a sitting position. “I’ve never known you to touch a woman.”

  Julian moved away. “Get your fill, enjoy your time with her but know that she will move to Ireland, and by the next full moon, you will be mated to someone else.”

  The Roman strode from the room, not looking back.

  # # #

  The hum of the motorcycles, like the sound of thousands of angry bees, echoed from between the buildings as the Protectors raced toward Centennial Park. Kieran stayed a few yards behind Fallon, leaning into the corner when they took a sharp turn.

  It proved a chore to ensure that his mind remained in the moment; the happenings of the afternoon kept popping up in his mind. After Julian walked out, he’d found Wendy in the kitchen with Hector, her worried eyes slamming to him when he entered. After assuring her all was fine, he’d convinced her to wait for him there.

  She would remain at Fallon’s until dawn, at which time he planned to pick her up and head back to his house.

  That it would anger Julian didn’t matter much to him right now. What else could the Roman do to him?

  Actually, quite a bit, but he didn’t dwell on it.

  They parked behind the CNN Center and took their time walking toward the park, keeping a discreet distance from the groups of people walking in the same direction. The rhythmic beat of calypso music wafted through the air, the sound urging them forward.

  Kieran knew their music. It was Nomed, a well-known band that played to sell-out crowds at Inferno. Of course, humans, handing over the hefty cost for a ticket, weren’t aware that the band members where all demons. As far as he knew, the members of Nomed never harmed anyone; on the contrary, they were a friendly lot.

  But tonight was different. The sound of their music seemed altered. It was harder—the notes pulsed with malevolent energy.

  The Festival of Dionysus was coming to an end. In two days, the god would return to wherever he resided, and all of his enchantments of madness and debauchery would leave with him.

  Two more days and Wendy would also be gone.

  Fallon came to an abrupt stop when they neared the edge of the park and studied the crowd. He signaled with his hand and held up two fingers. Kieran looked in the direction of Fallon’s signal and saw two high-levels. They held a woman between them; while moving in time to the music, the woman was oblivious and too lost in the moment to notice that one demon fed from her wrist, while the other fed from her throat.

  The Protectors moved in with precise, well-practiced efficiency. They stabbed each demon through the heart. No one in the deranged crowd paid any heed when the demons fell and evaporated.

  Kieran caught the woman, who swayed from lack of blood. Her paleness contrasted starkly against the purple bruises of the demon bites. She blinked, attempting to focus on his face and shoved away from him.

  “Hey, what did you do? Where are my friends?” she asked, her eyes wide as she scanned for the demons.

  “It’s not safe, you should go home,” Kieran began.

  “Get away from me,” she interrupted, eyeing him with mistrust before turning and stumbling away.

  Fallon watched her go, eyebrows raised. “I guess we’ll be saving her again later.”

  Kieran didn’t reply, his attention caught by another scene. A low-level demon leaned against a pole while feeding from a woman’s throat. The woman clung to his hair, holding him in place and grinding into him.

  Meanwhile, the music seemed to get louder, the drum beats harder, wave after wave of diabolical notes streaming through the air.

  Kieran’s gaze returned to the woman. She was pale—the demon was taking too much blood. Pulling his short sword out from the sheath, Kieran held it at his side and stalked toward the couple.

  His fangs deeply impaled in the woman’s throat, the demon didn’t notice when he closed in for the kill. Weapon in hand, Kieran approached only to stop in mid-strike when a hand fell on the demon’s shoulder.

  The Brit leaned into the demon’s ear. “Enough.”

  The demon’s eyes flew open, and he immediately released the woman’s throat his concerned gaze sweeping over her. They were a couple. The entranced woman protested by pulling him down and firmly attached herself to his mouth, kissing him vigorously.

  Fallon brushed past Kieran into the crowd but not before spearing him with a warning glare.

  He should have known better. It was best to save any killings for the higher-levels who meant to kill their victims.

  Before he could give the matter further thought, claws of repulsion gripped at his gut. Kieran froze and began to hone in on the culprit. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught blurry movement.

  A Warrior demon.

  The demon streaked through the crowd with ease; even in their euphoric state, both humans and lower-levels seemed to sense the destroyer among them and shifted out of his way. The Warrior moved with a mechanical gait, as he searched the crowd. No doubt, he sought out Protectors.

  Here I am.

  No sooner did the thought leave his mind than the Warrior turned and locked gazes with him. A sneer of his upper lip was his greeting as the demon unsheathed two daggers and held them close to his sides. Kieran palmed his own short sword against his thigh and waited.

  Behind the Warrior, people cheered as the water fountains spurted to life, the water and colorful lights swaying in sync with the music. Neither Kieran nor the demon budged an inch. Both gauged each other for a couple of beats; then, as if on command, they sprinted toward each other.

  The surrounding revelry muted the sounds of their weapons’ clashing. Kieran shoved the demon back and, at the same time, kicked his feet from under him. The demon fell hard, his reddened eyes focused on Kieran’s sword the whole time. The Warrior rolled and managed to shift just as Kieran’s sword would have punctured his heart.

  Back on his feet, the demon crossed his daggers able to block Kieran’s next strike. Their strength evenly matched, the fighters held fast, their weapons and eyes locked while the muscles of their arms trembled as neither gave ground. Kieran growled and managed to draw enough strength to shove his opponent away. With the gain of momentum, he swung his sword, but the demon blocked it, and the strike resonated down Kieran’s right side. The Warrior was proving to be a worthy opponent.

  With his free hand, Kieran pulled and threw a dagger, nicking the Warrior’s side. The demon’s yowl blended in with the crowd’s noise. His eyes widened in shock, and then he flashed away, vanishing into the crowd.

  “Shit,” Kieran growled. Every time a Protector got close to beating a Warrior, they turned tail and ran. Although he knew it was fruitless, he scanned the crowd for the demon.

  He caught sight of Fallon turning a corner onto a side street and away from the crowd. It went against strategy for a Protector to leave the area without warning the other. Maybe Fallon was following the Warrior? Kieran took off at a jog after his partner.

  A blonde came out of nowhere and grabbed him around the waist. Taken by surprise, Kieran stumbled but managed to keep both of them from toppling to the ground. She tilted her flushed face up to him, a wide smile curved her lips. “Come with me. I want to be with you tonight.” The woman attempted to pull his face downward. When her attempts were unsuccessful, she began to kiss his neck.

  She was affected by the music, by the enchantment. Kieran peeled her arms from around his neck and cupped her chin, tur
ning her face up to his. He looked into her eyes. “You want to go home and sleep. Stay there for two days. Now, go.”

  “Oh,” the woman sputtered, stepping away from him. After giving him an anxious once-over, she scurried away from the park.

  Recalling his planned destination, he raced in the direction he’d seen Fallon go and almost collided with his partner.

  Fallon’s eyes widened. “If you were coming to my rescue, I am thrilled beyond words.”

  “Did you see anything?” Kieran asked, ignoring his sarcastic comment.

  Fallon didn’t meet his eyes and shook his head. “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he replied.

  His partner was lying. Something had happened. During times like these, Kieran hated that he couldn’t read minds as easily as Fallon.

  “Oh, for chrissakes.” Fallon rolled his eyes, looking over Kieran’s shoulder. Kieran followed his partner’s gaze.

  Down the street on the sidewalk, two lower-level demons snarled and fought, rolling over each other while Gia, a succubus, stood by and watched.

  Gia tapped her foot. Her eyes followed the dueling demons with a satisfied curve on her lips. When she noticed the Protectors, the beautiful female gave them a little wave while her heated gaze roamed over Fallon from head to toe.

  She strolled over to them and pointedly glared at Kieran. No doubt the succubus mistook him for his brother, who’d try to kill her a few days earlier. Cyn told them his sword missed her neck by mere centimeters. She swung away from Kieran to speak to Fallon, and her long blonde hair slapped him across his face.

  Gia projected sexual pheromones at the Brit. Kieran took the precaution of stepping back and holding his breath. In full predator mode, the succubus circled Fallon, one hand tracing around his waist. “Hello, handsome,” she purred. “Want to come home with me?”

  The sultry perfume of her love spell wove around them. Kieran let out a breath. The succubus’s siren call didn’t seem to affect him. Strange.

  Unfortunately, Fallon did not have as easy a time. He shifted uncomfortably, his nostrils flaring while he tried to conceal his aroused state.

  As tempting as it was to let Fallon endure the succubus’ effect, Kieran finally took pity on the man, who seemed unable to move. He grabbed Gia by the arm and pulled her across the street. He looked back to see that Fallon was watching them with a mixture of relief and want.

  The low-levels were no longer fighting. One limped away while the other waited, not approaching them.

  Kieran released Gia’s arm and planted himself between her and Fallon. “Go away, demon. There are plenty of desperate males available to you.”

  Her gaze lingered on his crotch. Noticing that he wasn’t affected, she frowned. “What do you care? He is strong. I won’t hurt him,” she growled, shooting daggers at him with her eyes.

  “You won’t hurt anyone if I cut your fool head off this time,” he replied, letting her continue to think he was Cyn.

  Gia stiffened. After a longing glance at Fallon, she stalked away back toward the park, the low-level on her heels.

  The clank of metal against metal sounded.

  Time to fight again. The Protectors raced toward the sound.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  When Kieran nudged Wendy awake at dawn, she sat up. Worried about him out on the streets fighting against the new stronger demons in town, she’d barely slept.

  He pulled her up from the couch in the library, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  His voice rumbled beneath her ear. “I could get used to this type of homecoming.”

  Once headed to his house, Wendy began to pepper him with questions. “What do you know about the Fae? Tell me, please. I am so confused, and really, I’m not sure I can call Mom with this right now.”

  Julian’s newsflash kept swirling around and around in her mind. In the spare bedroom, sleep had evaded her until she finally gave up and went to the library to use the computer and do a search on the Fae. She didn’t find anything of use. After dropping the bombshell on her that she wasn’t human but of a type of people she didn’t know existed, the insufferable man had left without answering any of her questions.

  Was it possible? Had she missed hundreds of signs, things that pointed to the truth about her heritage?

  Kieran leaned over and gave her a brief, reassuring kiss, his eyes never wavering from the road. “The Fae are an ancient race of people. For centuries, they lived in peace, secluded from the outside world in the forests of Ireland and Scotland. They grew large in numbers during the time of the crusades, even helping out by harboring the injured or misplaced.”

  “Wow,” Wendy exclaimed.

  Kieran nodded in agreement. “Aye, you come from a great people.” His expression darkened. “Unfortunately, a small group of Fae became angered at not being part of the war, and they began a dark faction. Some believe they entered into a pact with Lucifer himself, sold their souls in exchange for power. Another belief is that they developed vampirism and gained their abilities that way.”

  Her eyes widened at the knowledge of where demons may have originated. “Are demons Fae?”

  “For the most part, the beings we fight are Dark Fae, possessed beings that were once Fae. Some are different, some are born demon and others, such as incubi and succubae, are an entirely different species. Although they are bulked into the demon category, not all are demonic.”

  They rode in silence for a few minutes while Wendy absorbed the information.

  She placed her hand on Kieran’s thigh and laid her head on his shoulder. “Do Fae have powers then?”

  Kieran shrugged. “Some do. For the most part, the powers are simple, like the healing of wounds, foresight, and such.”

  Exhaustion began to take over, and Wendy closed her eyes, comforted by the warmth and security of Kieran’s large body.

  Wendy let out a sigh of relief when they finally pulled around to the back of his house. A yawn escaped her. Hopefully she could stay awake long enough to get answers to more of her questions. According to Julian, if the demons suspected she was the keeper of the key, they were in all probability tracking her every move. When she told him she preferred to remain with Kieran, he’d reluctantly agreed.

  Wendy walked toward the silent house, her eyes scanning the surrounding wood line. The moonlight cast shadows that could hide a myriad of things. Kieran caught her slight shiver, and his questioning gaze held hers when she passed by him into the kitchen.

  As soon as he set the alarm and walked in, he wrapped her in his arms, holding her to him. “Are you all right?”

  “I am now.” Wendy sighed and laid her head against his firm chest. “I’m just tired, couldn’t sleep at Fallon’s.”

  He grunted in response, and she looked up to see him frowning. Did the man ever smile? Would she ever hear the sound of his laughter?

  She offered him a smile and a soft kiss on his lips. “Long night, I take it?”

  He nodded wordlessly, his eyes clouded.

  Her heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong. “Kieran, what happened? What did Julian do to you?”

  For a split second, an indiscernible expression flickered in his eyes, but he just shook his head and pulled her back into an embrace.

  In his arms, the powerful force of her feelings for him overshadowed everything. “I wish you would feel comfortable enough to share your feelings with me.” Wendy pulled back and searched his face for an answer but found none.

  He took her face in his hands and kissed her. With her hands on his hips, Wendy allowed him to set the pace. The kiss was sweet. His lips brushed over hers once, and then, he pressed his mouth over hers, barely skimming the surface.

  His pupils were dilated when he pressed his forehead against hers, soft puffs of warm breath fluttered across her face. The worry in his eyes made her want to take all his troubles away, to share his burdens.

  “Is something wrong, Kieran?”


  For the first time, the corners of his lips curved, the closest she’d seen to a smile. “I’ve not told you, but you’re the first person I’ve kissed since my wife.”

  “You’re married?” All the air escaped her lungs, Wendy’s eyes widened, and she shoved against his chest with all her might. Her anger grew when he prevented her from moving away, his arms firmly around her waist.

  “No. I was married before I became a Protector. Over two hundred years ago,” Kieran replied.

  He told the truth, she was sure of it. Although she remained quiet, she relaxed.

  His face softened. “Her name was Catarina. We were married when I had barely started the transition into immortal. It was not a love match. Not on her part anyway.”

  How could anyone not love him? “What happened?” Wendy was glad time travel didn’t exist because right now she wanted to go back and kick Catarina’s ass for hurting him. She was sure he’d been hurt. Otherwise, why had he waited so long to kiss someone?

  Instead of answering, Kieran kissed her again, and this time, he wasn’t gentle. The temptation to melt into his embrace and allow the question to remain unanswered was great. With supreme effort, she broke the kiss and nuzzled his neck. “Tell me what happened, Kieran.”

  Kieran shrugged as if not concerned, but tension lines formed around his mouth. “Julian had not come for me yet. I wanted to marry Catarina, so I forced the issue. I pushed Malcolm, my brother and laird, to meet with her father and offer for her hand. Since our clan was the stronger one, they really didn’t have much of a choice.” He took a breath, a faraway look on his face. “Unbeknownst to me, Catarina was already in love, with Gregor, my first and best friend, of all people. She and Gregor were planning to marry as soon as he came up with a suitable dowry.