Midnight Echoes: Part of the Immortal Ops Series World (Crimson Ops)

by Roth, Mandy M.

  Every bit of doubt he had on if she was his mate or not, and if he’d claimed her vanished. He knew then Aine’s words were true. Meena was his.

  “Yer nae human, lass. Yer my mate, my wife, and yer coming into yer full powers. Do nae be scared. I’m right here with you. Just let me love you.”

  He barrel-rolled with her, putting himself on top. He touched her neck gently and then dipped his head, his mouth finding hers. Their kiss was tender, yet full of need. He broke the kiss long enough to speak. “I’ll be gentle with you, Meena. You have my word.”

  She grabbed for him, kissing him with a hunger that made him smile against her lips. She wanted him too, and that meant the world to him. He skimmed his hands down her torso and eased them up and under the surgical scrub top she wore, exposing her bare breasts to him. His cock hardened to the point he was sure he would come then and there. Meena writhed under his touch, responding to him with ease.

  “Yer mine, lass. All mine.”

  Chapter Ten

  Meena tipped her head to the side as Bhaltair’s mouth closed over her nipple. She’d never felt so much pleasure before and thought for sure she’d burst from it. He managed to make her body burn even more when he rolled his tongue around her nipple as he ground his lower region against hers.

  “Bhal,” she whispered, running her hands through his hair, holding him to her breast. His fangs nicked her nipple, and a flash of pain raced through her, followed quickly by pleasure as Bhaltair began to suck. He increased his movements against her, grinding his clothed erection against her mound, causing liquid to pool at the apex of her thighs.

  Meena arched her back, countering his movements, wanting more than he was offering. She wanted all of him, and he was taking far too long to get to the good parts. She whimpered, his name falling from her pursed lips once more.

  He eased off her, taking the pleasure as he went. He undressed before her, giving her a show as he undid the buttons of his shirt and slid it off. The man was chiseled perfection, and her mouth watered at the sight of him. When he got to his belt, her eyes widened, and the edges of his lips quirked upward slowly. He knew the effect he was having on her.

  She didn’t care. She wanted all of him and fast.

  Lifting a hand, she reached for him, but he shook his head, easing his pants open, his long, thick cock breaking free and bobbing in the air. He was huge, and she wanted to touch him, taste him, feel him.

  Meena attempted to sit up, but he was suddenly over her again, his clothing fully discarded, his naked body against her. He hooked a finger into the top of the scrub bottoms she wore and met her gaze. Flecks of black began to swim through his irises, and she knew he was fighting his vampire side. She didn’t care.

  “Love me,” she said.

  “Aye, lass. I intend to.” He lowered his head and trailed a line of kisses down to the top of the scrub bottoms. Using his teeth, Bhaltair tugged her bottoms down her body inch by painfully slow inch until they were off. She thought for sure she’d combust as he kissed her bare inner thighs, shoving them apart, leaving her pussy exposed to him.

  Bhaltair growled and dipped his head, burying his face between her legs. Meena nearly came up and off the bed as he swiped his tongue over her clit. She gasped, her legs falling open more. He thrust a finger into her tight, wet channel, and it hurt at first, as he broke through her virgin barrier. She flinched, and Bhaltair increased his licks against her clit, chasing away the pain. Meena wasn’t sure how her body managed to adjust to his finger, but it did. Within seconds, he had another finger added to the mix, stretching her more and more.

  Glancing down the length of herself, she met his hot, smoldering gaze. She’d never felt so free before, so wanton, and she loved every second of it. She touched the side of his head. “I love you.”

  He lifted off her pussy, his chin glistening with the proof of just how much she enjoyed his actions. His gaze narrowed as he moved up and over her, clutching his erection with one hand. He lined up with her core and steadied himself with one arm above her. “I love you too, lass.”

  She ran her hands up his arms and over his back. He stared down at her, passion burning in his dark eyes. His cock nudged at her thigh. She gasped at the feel and the size of it, convinced something so large would never fit into her.

  His kisses came faster. She clung to him, opening her legs wider for him to settle between her thighs. He was too much, too big. Meena’s first reaction was to push him off, but her legs wrapped around his waist as if they were no longer taking signals from her brain. They wanted all of him. Her hips were next, swiveling under him as he began to inch slowly in and out of her.

  Before she knew it, they’d struck a rhythm together, and the pain ebbed away. He plunged into her like a piston, hammering her body to the bed in a most delicious manner. She moaned, pleasure racing through her. He pumped harder, drilling into her, and she clung to him as pleasure built.

  “Yes!” she cried as the muscles in her legs began to tighten, and her stomach quickened.

  He kissed her, and she felt his fangs increasing in size. Their mouths followed the same erotic dance as their bodies, kissing, loving, exploring. Breaking the kiss, she offered Bhaltair her neck, knowing deep down that the vampire side of him craved the act as much as it did sex. She wanted him happy and fulfilled. Wanted to give her mate what he required.

  Bhaltair drew away from her mouth and locked gazes with her. “Do you accept me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He struck, snake-like, at her neck.

  There was no pain. Only pleasure that crashed over her, making her legs quiver. Bhaltair jerked above her, his body going rigid. His head remained down, and she knew he was still biting her neck, drinking from her.

  She ran her hands into his hair. “Mine,” she whispered. The pleasure reached new levels and she cried out, her body shaking beneath him as she orgasmed. The pleasure surged through her lower regions and she cried out, grabbing a handful of his hair with one hand and raking her nails down his back with the other. Her hips erupted in uncontrollable undulations as her pussy spasmed around his cock. Bhaltair thrust in deep, his fangs still in her neck, as his body tensed. She knew he was coming in her, filling her with his seed.

  Meena eased her hold on his hair and kissed his temple as he drew off her neck and licked the area he’d bitten. He stayed rooted deep in her body. “Meena, did I harm you?”

  Her eyes widened a second before she found herself laughing. “Ohmygod, if that was your idea of hurting me, do it again.”

  He offered a bad-boy smile. “With pleasure, my love.”

  She touched his cheek. “Are you okay with the idea of me being your mate? I know I’m not what you originally wanted.”

  Bhaltair stayed above her. “Meena, look around at this house. I bought it for you, for us, long ago. And even though the dream of you and me together here seemed like a fantasy that could never happen, I know now I’ve spent the last twenty plus years preparing for you to be my wife. I’m sorry I was too stubborn to admit that fact.”

  She lifted the hand she’d raked down his back and noticed blood on her fingers. “Sorry.”

  He waggled his brows. “Do nae apologize. Blood turns me on even more.”

  She gulped. “I was kidding about doing it again. I need a few minutes. You’re a big guy and it was my first time.”

  “I love you,” he said, kissing her tenderly.

  Chapter Eleven

  Bhaltair stood behind his wife as she sat in a chair in the living room of the farmhouse. Labrainn and Stamatis stood opposite him, both looking less than pleased to see him touching Meena. Aine, who was between the two vampires, couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Megan, who was sitting on the sofa, looked happy as well.

  Megan spoke. “How does it feel to be someone’s wife?”

  Meena took a deep breath, moving her hand over Bhaltair’s on her shoulder. “Good. Really good, Mom. Tell me the truth, how many times did Dad threaten to kill
my husband?”

  Megan snorted. “I lost count around fifty. Your grandfather was worse.”

  Labrainn huffed. “She’s just a babe. Too young to wed.”

  “Dad, I mated with Stamatis around the same age,” said Megan.

  Labrainn gave Stamatis a hard stare. “Do nae remind me.”

  Whitney entered and glanced around. “Nice place. They tell me it’s yours.”

  “Ours,” said Bhaltair, rubbing his wife’s shoulders tenderly. “What have you learned of the attack on Meena?”

  Whitney continued. “It was planned. We tracked the hybrids’ trails back to a lab on campus.”

  Meena gasped. “Rudy’s lab?”

  Labrainn locked gazes with Bhaltair, and he felt the familiar tug of his master’s voice in his mind. Who is this Rudy?

  A man who thought he could dare touch my woman.

  Stamatis stepped forward. “Sweetheart, Rudy was one of the hybrids. Sambora came to the scene and verified the tests PSI was doing. Rudy was one of the hybrids that Bhaltair killed.”

  Meena looked up at him and he waited, expecting his mate to be angry with him. She sighed. “One of them knew my name. That was him, wasn’t it?”

  “More than likely, my love.”

  She stiffened. “I’m so sorry I brought that into your life.”

  She was sorry?

  Bhaltair moved around, stood before her and bent, taking her hands in his. “Meena, you dinnae bring anything bad into my life.”

  Whitney cleared his throat. “PSI thinks Rudy was working for some place they call the Corporation. From the sounds of it, the thing is evil to the bone.”

  Meena closed her eyes and a lone tear fell down her cheek. “I’m so sorry, Bhal. I should have known.”

  “Lass, do nae weep. I will be forced to seek out a voodoo priestess and raise Rudy from the dead so that I can kill him again.”

  “I would be glad to help,” said Labrainn.

  “Me too,” added Stamatis.

  Aine laughed. “Look. They can all agree on something for once.”

  “Just wait until Meena tells us she’s expecting a baby,” added Whitney. “I bet Stamatis and Labrainn agree on trying to kill Bhaltair for touching her.”

  “Aye,” said Labrainn.

  Stamatis glared at Bhaltair. “Don’t even think of touching her like that.”

  “Too late,” said Aine in a singsong voice, fluttering past her husband, right at Meena. “I can sense Meena’s power all over her, and with it, I sense a child taking hold in her. It would appear the union will be blessed.”

  Bhaltair barely heard Labrainn and Stamatis as he registered what Aine was saying.

  He was to be a father.

  He lifted Meena out of the chair, held her to him and kissed her passionately, knowing he’d never let her go again.

  THE END

  Immortal Ops Series Helper

  Immortal Ops (I-Ops) Team Members

  Lukian Vlakhusha: Alpha-Dog-One. Team captain, werewolf, King of the Lycans. Book: Immortal Ops (Immortal Ops)

  Geoffroi (Roi) Majors: Alpha-Dog-Two. Second-in-command, werewolf, blood-bound brother to Lukian. Book: Critical Intelligence (Immortal Ops)

  Doctor Thaddeus Green: Bravo-Dog-One. Scientist, tech guru, werepanther. Book: Radar Deception (Immortal Ops)

  Jonathon (Jon) Reynell: Bravo-Dog-Two. Sniper, weretiger. Book: Separation Zone (Immortal Ops)

  Wilson Rousseau: Bravo-Dog-Three. Resident smart-ass, wererat. Book: Strategic Vulnerability (Immortal Ops)

  Eadan Daly: Alpha-Dog-Three. PSI-Op and handler on loan to the I-Ops to round out the team, Fae. Book: Tactical Magik (Immortal Ops)

  Colonel Asher Brooks: Chief of Operations and point person for the Immortal Ops Team. Book: Administrative Control (Immortal Ops)

  Paranormal Security and Intelligence (PSI) Operatives

  General Jack C. Newman: Director of Operations for PSI North American Division, werelion. Adoptive father of Missy Carter-Majors.

  Duke Marlow: PSI-Operative, werewolf. Book: Act of Mercy (PSI-Ops)

  Doctor James (Jimmy) Hagen: PSI-Operative, werewolf. Took a ten-year hiatus from PSI. Book: Act of Surrender (PSI-Ops)

  Striker (Dougal) McCracken: PSI-Operative, werewolf.

  Miles (Boomer) Walsh: PSI-Operative, werepanther. Book: Act of Submission (PSI-Ops).

  Captain Corbin Jones: Operations coordinator and captain for PSI-Ops Team Five, werelion. Book: Act of Command (PSI-Ops)

  Malik (Tut) Nasser: PSI-Operative, (PSI-Ops).

  Colonel Ulric Lovett: Director of Operations, PSI-London Division.

  Dr. Sambora: PSI-Operative, (PSI-Ops).

  Immortal Outcasts

  Casey Black: I-Ops test subject, werewolf. Book: Broken Communication.

  Weston Carol: I-Ops test subject, werebear. Book: Damage Report.

  Bane Antonov: I-Ops test subject, weregorilla.

  Shadow Agents

  Bradley Durant: PSI-Ops: Shadow Agent Division, werewolf. Book: Wolf’s Surrender.

  Ezra: PSI-Ops: Shadow Agent Division, dragon-shifter.

  Caesar: PSI-Ops: Shadow Agent Division, werewolf.

  Crimson Ops Division

  Bhaltair: Crimson-Ops: Fang Gang, vampire. Book: Midnight Echoes.

  Labrainn: Crimson-Ops: Fang Gang, vampire.

  Paranormal Regulators

  Stamatis Emathia: Paranormal Regulator, vampire.

  Whitney: Paranormal Regulator, werewolf.

  Miscellaneous

  Culann of the Council: Father to Kimberly. Badass Fae.

  Pierre Molyneux: Master vampire bent on creating a race of super soldiers. Hides behind being a famous art dealer in order to launder money.

  Gisbert Krauss: Mad scientist who wants to create a master race of supernaturals.

  Walter Helmuth: Head of Seattle’s paranormal underground. In league with Molyneux and Krauss.

  Dr. Lakeland Matthews: Scientist, vital role in the creation of a successful Immortal Ops Team. Father to Peren Matthews.

  Dr. Bertrand: Mad scientist with Donavon Dynamics Corporation (The Corporation).

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