The Beast 5: Rock the Line

by Renee George

  The Beast 5: Rock the Line

  Reneé George

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  The Beast 5: Rock the Line

  Reneé George

  This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But, it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning. -- Winston Churchill

  In the aftermath of the attack by the Brotherhood of Truth, Nathan Greer and Guillermo Perez finally settle down in their new home and Nathan’s daughter, Rebekah, is developing faster than any of them could have predicted.

  After revealing a shocking truth, the magically powerful child sends Nathan, Guillermo and Tyr on a short trip to the past to retrieve the libilis stones. One stone to control the magic, one to prolong life, and the last to harness time. When the stone of time hurls Nathan twenty-five years into the future, he finds his friends and family have been tossed into chaos and his daughter has become someone to fear.

  Nathan discovers that unless he can get back to his own time and correct the mistakes of the past there will be no future -- for any of them.

  Dedication

  For my father, William Leroy

  Nov. 10, 1940 - Apr. 13, 2006

  I miss you.

  Acknowledgement

  Thank you Robbin, Emma Ray, and Lexxie for letting me bug you all in the middle of the night on a regular basis, to act as sounding boards for my constant ramblings. You guys help me sort my thoughts, and keep me sane. Which isn’t the easiest of tasks.

  Chapter One

  “Oh, God, yah, that feels good.” Nathan Greer rolled up onto his side as his lover Guillermo Perez feathered kisses across his shoulders, working down his back. “Really good, but we need to talk.”

  Eight months had passed since the Brotherhood of Truth had attacked the mansion nearly killing Nathan and Nathan’s mother, Nan. They’d been trying to kill his unborn child at the time, but his daughter, Rebekah, had her own ideas for survival and had wiped out the entire Brotherhood, swiftly and without prejudice.

  “I agree. We need to talk,” Gui responded with nips along the sensitive skin of his buttocks. “But not at this particular moment.”

  Nathan arched, reaching a hand back to grab a handful of his lover’s coarse black hair. “I’m being serious.”

  Since that terrible night, when Nathan saw what kind of power his daughter held, he constantly worried about her. It helped that his mother and her new husband had moved in. Alfred, a retired doctor, was very good for Nan, and Nathan had never seen his mother happier.

  He heard Guillermo sigh. “I’m being serious as well. Can you not tell?”

  “Don’t be like that, Guillermo. We have responsibilities now, because of Bekah…”

  Nan and Alfred took care of Rebekah during the daytime hours. As a mortal vampire, she slept at night and required actual food to survive. Nadine and Tyr helped in the evenings, and even if Nadine and Nathan’s relationship was tenuous, the vixen vampire seemed to be genuinely fond of the child.

  “It is always something, amante. If it isn’t Nadine leaving her body jewelry or latex on the floor in the bathroom…”

  “What if Bekah had gone in there and choked on it or something?”

  “Did I mention Nadine left them on the floor in her own bathroom? No matter. If it’s not Nadine doing something to worry you, it’s your mother or Tyr or one of the guards, or someone who uses language you’re unhappy with…”

  “I can’t help it! Damn. I worry about her every second of my waking time.” In emphasis, Nathan reached for the baby monitor on the nightstand and adjusted the volume. The soft sigh of breathing came over the speaker.

  For a while, Nathan had tried working part-time at the hospital, but it just got to be too much being away from Bekah. He hadn’t worked as a doctor for five months and he missed the job.

  “I understand, Nathaniel, but Rebekah is a special child. She is only eight months old, yet she is already speaking with a better vocabulary than you and I combined.”

  Chewing his fingernail, Nathan leaned back against Guillermo’s chest. “Not to mention how fast she’s growing.”

  “Yes.” Gui pressed his lips to Nathan’s ear. “Será bien. It will all be well.”

  “You can’t know that.” It was hard to remember what he wanted to talk about because Guillermo’s hands had slipped down his chest and abdomen to his hardening cock. “Uhm, I can’t think when you do that.”

  “Bien.” He stroked Nathan’s cock firmly. “I am going to make you forget your worries, amante. If only for a few moments.”

  Rolling over, Nathan captured Gui’s lips in a deep, sensuous kiss, his tongue darting forward into his lover’s mouth, tasting the metallic tinge of blood mixed with saliva. Guillermo stroked his cock against Nathan’s, making the younger vampire groan. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”

  “The first sensible thing you’ve said tonight.” He tweaked Nathan’s nipple then lightly slapped his buttock and grinned. “But I think I’ll be doing the fucking.”

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  Guillermo obliged, attacking Nathan with a voracious kiss. His lips melded with Nathan’s, cool and yielding, parting, taking Nathan’s tongue, sucking it like he’d sucked his cock so many times. Gripping Gui’s ass, Nathan pulled him closer, their bodies pressed hard together. Breaking the kiss, Guillermo slipped down, tugging Nathan’s nipples into hard nubs, licking every indention of his abdomen until his mouth hovered mere inches from his lover’s fully erect shaft.

  “Mi hombre hermoso.” His dark liquid eyes contemplated Nathan’s thick cock. “I am going to make you feel so good.”

  “You always do.” His fingers brushed Gui’s short, coarse black hair. “You always…” The words fell away with a moan as Guillermo’s mouth slipped over Nathan’s bulbous head, his tongue and teeth teasing his shaft, swallowing, lips stroking Nathan’s cock.

  Moving to his knees, Nathan grasped Gui’s hair, pushing and pulling as Guillermo sucked and licked and nibbled. He watched Gui’s mouth slide down his shaft, then back up and the watching turned him on nearly as much as the sensation. “Fuck. Oh God, you do that so well.”

  Nathan’s hips bucked forward involuntarily, driving his cock to the back of Guillermo’s throat, which tightened and contracted around the swollen head. He pulled away, only to have Gui grab his ass and pull him back to take him deep into his throat once more. His hands moved again. This time, Nathan felt the point of a finger pressing against his anus as the other hand cupped his sac, pulling and tugging as Gui fucked him with his mouth.

  The finger pushed in, sinking past the first ring of muscle, searching and finding the pleasure core a mere inch or so inside Nathan’s
canal. The finger moved in and out, quickly, as Nathan’s thrusts grew insistent, plundering Gui’s mouth, fucking it hard, fast, the pleasure building, growing like some monster, caged, clawing and crashing its way out.

  “Fuck, oh fuck.” He yanked Gui’s head toward his hips, his balls smashed against his lover’s chin as he thrust into him hard. His body froze for an instant before jerking forward in spasmodic rapture, shooting his come down Gui’s throat while sparks leapt from his body. Gui took every bit of the orgasm, drinking Nathan deep, holding him tight until every drop was expended.

  When it was over, Nathan fell back on to the bed. “Holy shit, is it just me, or does it get better every time?”

  Guillermo’s flopped onto his back, hand over his now beating heart. “Cada vez, amor. Every time.”

  * * *

  Nadine sat up in bed. “Oh my, God! They’re going at it again.”

  “Jealous much?” Tyr grumbled. “You spend so much time worrying about what they’re doing. I swear you’d rather be in there with Nathan and Guillermo than in here with me.”

  She eyed her hulking man, lying naked in bed. No, she did not want to be in there with Gui and the asshole. She wanted to be right here, although she regretted choosing a room so close to the master suite. She stroked a fingernail down Tyr’s hard, firm chest, avoiding the scar over his heart that always made him twitch. He’d been acting strange over the past several months. “Do you want to…” Her words trailed off as Tyr pulled away from her and got out of bed. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You always say nothing.”

  “Because that’s what I mean.”

  Nadine was not a woman who had to beg for sex, but lately… “Is it me?”

  “Is what you?” Tyr dressed in a hurry, throwing on a pair of black slacks and a blue cotton button down which stretched tight against his large chest.

  She dropped the sheet down and gestured to her naked body. “This?” Waving her hands around, she added. “All of this.”

  “I don’t have time for this.”

  Anger churned in Nadine’s gut and she felt her violet eyes shift. Baring her fangs, she jumped from the bed. “What? Am I not man enough for you?”

  He turned on her -- a predator ready to pounce.

  “Oh, I hit a nerve. Well, goddamn, at least I got a reaction from you. That’s it, isn’t it? You’ve been sharing my bed for nearly half a year, but you’re still pining for your precious Nathan. Well, he doesn’t want you. Get it!” Her voice raised an octave, all the pain and frustration bubbling to the surface. “Hasn’t he made it perfectly clear? He. Doesn’t. Want. You.”

  Tyr clenched his fists, the muscles in his seven-foot body jumping with tension. “Leave it, woman.”

  “Fuck!” Nadine screamed, pounding her fists into the mattress. “I want you. Don’t you get that? I. Want. You.” She’d never felt so desperate, so overwhelmed. “I love you, Tyr. You big jerk.”

  The tightness loosened around his eyes. He went to Nadine and caressed her long red hair. “I love you, too. I do. Really.”

  “Then what? Why don’t you want to have sex anymore?”

  “I… I need Nathan.”

  “Oh goddess, take my soul.” Dipping her head low, Nadine scrunched a pillow between her fingers. “Nathan. Nathan. Nathan.”

  “You don’t understand.”

  She whipped her head around piercing him with her eyes. “Get out.” She pointed to the door. “Just get the fuck out.”

  * * *

  Tyr picked Bekah up from the day bed. She was sleeping soundly as he cuddled her. It amazed him how quickly she’d grown, yet how tiny she still was as she snuggled in the crook of his arms. Nadine had every right to be unhappy with him, but what he couldn’t tell her, wouldn’t tell her, was that he needed Nathan, and not just his blood.

  It had nothing to do with feelings or wants, and everything to do with necessity. Part of the blood bond was giving yourself to your master body and soul. Since he’d stopped sharing Nathan and Guillermo’s bed at Nadine’s request -- and he could tell Gui wasn’t happy sharing Nathan either -- his libido had dropped to next to nothing.

  It was like he was dead below the waist. He hadn’t realized what the lack of intimacy with his feedings would do to him. The whole time he’d been with Min, his former master, the blood feedings were always mixed with some kind of sexuality, even if it had been cruel and perverse. How could he have known when he agreed to blood only, the resulting effect would be impotence?

  Smoothing Bekah’s cinnamon colored hair, he cooed. “Sleep, sleep, little one. The world is at your feet.”

  Her eyelids flickered open and she smiled. “Tyrsgard Madds.” She touched his cheek. “So sad.”

  “I’m fine,” he said and smiled. She had a way of making him feel calm and peaceful.

  “I’ll be the judge of that.” Bekah lay still in his arms, content to be held like a baby. “You should just tell them.”

  Tyr nearly stumbled. “What do you mean, child?” She could be spookily perceptive, but he hoped she wasn’t talking about what he thought she was talking about.

  “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

  “When did you start reading minds?”

  “Since birth.” She smiled again, showing her fangs. The smile faded as Bekah winced.

  “What’s wrong, child?”

  “Nothing.”

  “And you accuse me of not being able to lie well.”

  Her eyes narrowed, years of knowledge shadowed beneath the surface of her bright, green irises. “Truth?”

  She made the word sound like something Tyr wouldn’t or shouldn’t want. But he nodded.

  “I cannot stay in this form much longer. I am dying.”

  Bekah’s words alarmed Tyr. “But you are immortal.”

  “What gave you that impression?”

  * * *

  “So.” Nathan traced the curves of Guillermo’s back. “You up for round two?”

  “We haven’t finished with round one yet, amante.”

  “I like the way you think.” Nathan chuckled.

  Guillermo rolled off the bed and sauntered across the room.

  “Where are you going?” He moved onto his side so he could get a full shot of Guillermo’s perfectly sculpted ass. “Not that I’m complaining about the view.”

  “I have something I want to ask you, Nathaniel. Something very serious.”

  “It must be if you’re calling me Nathaniel.”

  Opening the top drawer of the bureau, Guillermo pulled out a small black box and carried it back to the bed. “You remember once you joked about divorce, and I commented that there had to be a real commitment before a divorce could happen.”

  “What? You want a divorce?”

  “You know I don’t.” Guillermo’s fingers brushed Nathan’s cheek. “I want a real commitment.” He opened the box. Inside was a half inch wide platinum ring. A wedding band.

  “Uh, what’s this?”

  “I’ve talked with your mother, and she…”

  “You talked with my mother?”

  Guillermo took the ring out and handed it to Nathan. “I only want to be with you, forever. Always. Te quiero, Nathaniel. Think about it.”

  “I…” The child monitor squeaked then came to life at that moment as if it had been turned off then suddenly on. “I am dying, Tyr.”

  “What the fuck now?” Grabbing his jeans from the floor, Nathan threw them on, shoving the ring in his pocket, lighting out of the bedroom with Gui close on his heels.

  Chapter Two

  The door to the nursery burst open as Nathan, followed by Guillermo, rushed in. “Dying? What the hell is going on in here?” Nathan took Bekah from Tyr’s arms.

  “Yes. I’m dying. But it’s not hopeless.”

  “I don’t believe this.” Sighing, Nathan slouched down into the rocker. “Why can’t anything ever be normal around here?”

  Guillermo took a step forward
. “I do not expect normalcy. But I do want an explanation.”

  She waved her hand. “There are three stones.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Nathan grumbled.

  Rebekah smiled and began to glow, light pouring from her eyes, nose, mouth, her skin taking on a translucent appearance.

  “Bekah, stop. Stop this now.”

  “It’s too late, Father. I’m fading. If you don’t get the stones, I die.”

  Nadine strolled through the door as white light exploded in a flash across the room engulfing the three men completely. When the brightness faded, everyone, with the exception of Bekah and Nadine, had disappeared.

  Nadine’s mouth dropped open as she scanned the room. “What the fuck just happened?”

  * * *

  The rough stone floor, cold and damp, scraped against Nathan’s skin. “Bekah,” he whispered, unable to see through the penetrating darkness.

  “Nathan.” He felt Guillermo’s hand slide across his shoulder.

  Some of the tightness in Nathan’s chest lessened at the sound of his lover’s voice. “Oh, thank God.”

  He felt an arm snake around his waist. “I am here, amante.”

  “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”

  “We were in Missouri, technically, but yes, you’re right. We’re not there anymore.”

  A groan of pain sounded. “Tyr?” Nathan could hear the Viking’s incoherent ramblings in his mind. “Tyr. Are you okay?”

  Ancient Nordic language, rapid, loud, hard and guttural, filled Nathan’s head.

  “Tyr! Answer me.”

  “Master…” The voice trailed off as the incoherent diatribe continued in his head.

  “Oh God, Gui. Something’s really wrong with him.” Nathan crawled away from Guillermo, feeling along the stone floor. “I’m coming. Stay calm. Stay calm. I’m coming.”

  The psychic connection he had with Tyr was more acute than it had ever been. He’d felt the vampire’s pain and had heard his thoughts before, but never to this degree. The overwhelming urge to find Tyr, to comfort him, to take care of him nearly crippled Nathan -- until his hands brushed the hulking vampire. Nathan’s touch calmed his bonded servant, the words that had been rapid fire, slowed and softened.