by Unknown
Jolie climbed over the console, slipping into the back of the H2.
“Right here and now?” he asked, looking from vampyre to vampyre. “Will Jacques kill me right afterward?”
“No, he agrees that it’s needed.”
Jacques stared into the rear view mirror. His eyes met Brogan’s. “Jolie’s right. We need to do this. Just get it over with, mon amour,” he stated, looking away from the back seat.
“Are you ready, Flynn?” she asked, sitting next to him.
“Yeah, what do I have to do?”
“Take off the collar, and I’ll have to straddle your body.”
Just those words turned him on. Being this close to her was hell. Flynn began praying that he’d retain an ounce of control during this.
“Ready?” she asked, climbing across his thighs to face him.
“What do I have to do?”
Jolie ran her fingers across his tense cheek, trying to get him to calm down. “Close your eyes and relax. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Yeah, that’s what he was worried about.
He did as she asked, but he was having a really hard time not thinking about her body hovering so close to his. If he peeked, he knew he would be at breast level.
Damn!
This was going to be hard.
Then, it began. There was a light breeze across his neck, as her breath tickled his flesh. As that ceased, the direct contact began. Brogan noticed that it was right where the tattoo had been placed.
“I’m hiding the marks it’ll leave behind the tattoo,” she said. “Our bites heal relatively fast. It should be gone in time for work tomorrow.”
He simply nodded, afraid to speak.
Her tongue darted out, tickling his flesh to the point it pulled goose bumps across his body. Just as he became accustomed to the lapping sensation, there was pressure and then a pinch.
Then, it all fell away.
Flynn’s body jerked in response as his large hands went to her hips. While her mouth began pulling at the wound in his neck, his world swirled out of control. The heat began to rise in his body and a gasp escaped his lips.
This was a cross between heaven and hell.
Suddenly, Jolie stopped straddling him and sat down fully across his lap. Her body was directly on top of his erection, and now there was no way to hide the truth. Jolie now knew what he was thinking and feeling.
As her hands ran up his chest to his hair, Brogan honestly believed that he was going to die from the pleasure of it. He pulled her closer to his body, if that was possible. All he wanted was to watch her riding him in this position. Just the thought of it was excruciating.
God, this was a really bad idea.
He was drawn to her before, but now he was dying to have her. Flynn could only pray that Jacques didn't know what he was thinking.
Jolie sipped slowly from his throat, enjoying his reaction. Being a vampyre, they were sensual creatures. This intimacy of feeding was integral to her kind. It was hard not to enjoy the scent and flavor of the man below her. From the second she saw him, he called to her. When it came to him, she felt territorial.
This was a definite first.
When he moaned, she knew that it was almost time to cut him off. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Jacques, and this had to be incredibly hard for him.
Just a few more sucks, and she would set him free.
Brogan valiantly tried not to do anything stupid, but could feel himself pulling her hips down to grind her body against his. In his head, he kept blaming the vampyre drinking from him, but he knew the truth.
He was weak and wanted her.
When she began to slowly pull her fangs out of his body, he thought he would die if he lost that feeling. They were right.
Feedings were amazing.
Jolie stared down at him. When he opened his eyes, she leaned down and brought her lips to his to share a kiss.
His whole body tightened as he could taste the coppery remnants of his blood on her tongue. Oh hell, how was he ever going to stop?
Then, there was this weird feeling in his head.
“Are you well, Flynn?”
He tried to figure out how to respond. He just thought of what he wanted to say.
“I think so.”
“Was it so bad after all?”
“Hell no, it was better than anything I’ve ever felt, except now I need a cold shower.”
“I can help you with that too,” she teased.
That caught him totally off guard.
Slowly, Jolie broke the kiss, releasing his lower lip from her teeth. Jolie enjoyed the way he blinked, trying to focus as her laughter raced through his head.
“Umm…” What was he supposed to say to that? Yes?
Jolie opted to cut him a break. “I’m glad you found sharing blood pleasurable.”
“Oh yeah, It was something. I don’t think pleasurable is the word I would use though. You can feed from me anytime.”
Jolie was glad that he was more comfortable around them. “Try to call out to Jacques in your mind.”
Jolie crawled back into the front seat and leaned over to kiss her mate. He was considerably tense, and she thought he might shatter. In fact, fangs were bared from behind his lips. Reassuringly, she squeezed his hand. Jolie had been right. It wasn’t a pleasant experience for him.
“Hey, Jacques. Can you hear me?”
“Unfortunately, I can.”
“Hey, I tried not to enjoy it. But she is… “
“Don’t say it,” he warned.
“Orgasmic.”
“Shut up, Detective! I may lose control and snap that hollow head of yours off your neck.”
Jolie watched Jacques tense as his white knuckles gripped the wheel of the H2. She turned toward Flynn, giving him a scolding look. “Don’t tease him, Detective,” she said out loud.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“He could have forbidden me from taking your blood. I won’t allow you to torment him.”
“Sorry, I didn't mean it,” he apologized. Then, taking a chance, Flynn placed his hand on the vampyre’s shoulder. “Really, Jacques, I’m sorry.”
They both softened. They were unaccustomed to humans showing compassion after knowing the truth about them. Jolie waited for her mate to make the first move.
“It’s okay, Detective.”
“I tend to joke when I’m nervous as hell. It’s my reaction, and I didn't mean to hurt you. I’m still really freaked out about all this, and how I feel. Give me time to adjust.”
Jolie placed her hand over his on Jacques’s shoulder. “Thank you, Flynn.”
The man nodded.
Pulling up to their destination, Jacques came around to the passenger side and opened Jolie’s door.
“Let me help you down,” he offered, lifting her by the hips. Instinctively, he pulled her into his arms before placing her down on the ground. She smelled like their ancestral home, floral and sweet. It grounded him, giving so much comfort.
Now, he could carry on.
Just that little touch gave him peace.
Jolie took her mate’s hand before walking toward the club. She turned to reach out for the detective. “Stay close and hold my hand. If we get separated, then you need to head to the H2.”
“I think I can handle myself.”
“Flynn, trust me, what you’re about to see is something out of your element. That club is the epitome of sex and blood. To our species, that’s a dangerous mix,” warned Jolie, as they walked to the door. Again, they were escorted in without having to wait. Obviously, her old society nemesis knew better than to ban her.
Council must have scared him stupid.
Once inside the door, Detective Brogan looked around in amazement. The room was packed with bodies rubbing and climbing all over each other. This looked like some prequel to a sex orgy. Jolie had been right. The room did indeed smell like cheap sex and copper pennies.
In unison, they answered in his mind.
“Blood.”
Brogan glanced over at them, getting worried. If they weren’t kidding about this, what else could they have been serious about?
“I’ll begin questioning some of the women. Please stay together.”
They watched her walk into the crowd, her body swaying enticingly as it parted before engulfing her.
“Is she going to be safe?” Flynn asked, being answered by her laughter in their minds.
“She’ll find out what she needs to know.”
They watched as she walked to a leggy blonde vampyre. The woman bowed, and then pressed herself against the front of Jolie. Detective Brogan gasped as another woman came up behind Jolie, wrapping her body around both women. Now, Jolie was sandwiched in the middle.
“What are they doing?”
“She’s drawing them to her to get the answers to our questions,” he answered. “In order to sneak into their minds, she needs to be close to them or touching their bodies. It’s easier with a human, since our kind can protect themselves better.”
The music pumped a tribal beat and the scent of sex and blood was getting stronger as both men waited. More female vampyres and humans turned to watch the primitive dance. As if on cue, the surrounding males turned, becoming more interested. The women slid their hands across each other’s bodies, caressing Jolie’s form. The seductive dance riled all those around them.
Detective Brogan watched as the blonde vampyre pulled Jolie to her lips to kiss her, and it certainly wasn’t chaste.
Both men inhaled sharply.
Jolie glanced over at her mate and the detective. Then her gaze was fixated on Jacques. She sent him pictures of her hands roaming all over his body when they were finally back home.
Turning toward Detective Brogan, he spoke, “Stay here and don’t do anything human.”
“Hey!”
With that, he headed toward his mate, needing the contact with her body.
The women writhed against each other, and the men in the room remained transfixed on the show that was going on before them. Their bodies slid together as if choreographed. Jacques glided to his mate, his need growing beyond his control.
She called to him in a seductive whisper, and he was helpless to ignore it. Crossing the dance floor, he reached for her hand, only to be pulled to the front of her body, displacing the blonde. Jolie touched him intimately, and he was helpless to stop her. Bringing his mouth to hers, he pressed his erection against her stomach as the blonde’s hands traced over his back. Despite the touch, and the red-haired woman behind his mate, he was lost only to her.
She was all that mattered.
“Jolie, I can’t control it much longer. The smell of blood is too much.”
“Then, let’s go. I have the information we were looking for. They gave me a name and a description. We now have something to take to the council. I’ll find this woman, and she’ll lead me to the others.”
“Let’s escape from here,” suggested Jacques, as he kissed her more. It was a mating of tongues and teeth. His Jolie was absolutely delicious. “I need you tonight.”
“Yes, my love. I’m all yours. Let’s get Detective Brogan and leave.”
Jolie and Jacques pulled out of the pulsating heap of flesh and scanned the room. It garnered hisses of protest from the women who were dancing against them. For now, they had to find Brogan and escape the blood scented mayhem.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to be so easy.
The detective was missing.
“Jolie, where has he gone to?”
She scanned for him, since Jacques was too lost in the blood lust to focus. “He’s outside in the alley. Come on! We have to get out there. I’m afraid for his life! He wouldn’t leave without us.” Jolie scanned the area surrounding the club, there were definitely vampyres surrounding Brogan. She could feel his fear and knew they must get to him immediately.
When they finally fought the crowd to leave the club, they headed directly to the alley running behind the building. It wasn’t hard to find him, since he was surrounded by a circle of their kind.
“I’ll sneak around,” Jacques said, climbing the building effortlessly.
“What are you doing?” she asked loudly, causing the vampyres to look up abruptly.
“Be gone little girl. This is no business of yours,” bellowed the larger vampyre, as he pulled Brogan closer to the front of him. Fangs flashed as he prepared to have a late night snack.
It was apparent that the detective couldn’t move, as his body hung limply against the hungry killer.
“It is my business, since he’s mine. I ask that you immediately release him,” demanded Jolie, projecting calm to Brogan. In his head, she sent him messages of what she was planning on doing, and where Jacques was heading. She saw the man’s face relax as he put his trust in them.
“He’s no longer yours, woman. He’s ours, and we’ll use him how we see fit. We feel like draining him of his blood this evening,” he snarled, pushing Flynn submissively to his knees.
He stared at her in terror. In his head, he was screaming for her, but none of it seemed to be getting to Jolie. Man, he wished he stayed at home with a pizza and beer.
Jolie grew angry as the other vampyres held Flynn down by pushing on his shoulders and grabbing fistfuls of his black hair.
When he gasped in pain, she’d had enough.
To her, this was unacceptable.
Instinctually, she wanted to protect what was hers.
“Obviously, you didn't hear me claim ownership of him. He’s mine, and since I’m primus, I’ll command you to release him one more time.” She could sense Jacques above the two vampyres in position. They’d done this many times before. Slowly, she began her walk toward the enemy.
“Stay back,” said one vampyre, unsheathing a silver jeweled dagger and holding it to Brogan’s jugular.
“If you use that on him, I’ll kill you with it. I’ll not think twice.”
They laughed, mocking her. “You mean like this?” They drew the knife across Brogan’s throat, lightly cutting his flesh. Jolie saw a thin line of blood and the look of fear.
Jolie heard Brogan’s gasp of pain in her mind, and she tried to reassure him. They needed to end this soon. Approaching him, she raised her hand. Energy pulsed from her body, and toward the two vampyres.
Immediately, the larger vampyre was frozen. Jolie drew her hand into a fist, shutting down his throat to stop him from talking or breathing.
“This won’t kill you, but it’s uncomfortable.” She moved closer toward them. Her gaze switched to the other vampyre. “Let him up,” she demanded, pleased that he slowly moved his hands from Brogan’s shoulder and hair. “Flynn, are you hurt?” she asked, keeping her gaze on the vampyres in front of her.
He wiped at the drops of blood on his throat. “I’ll live,” he answered. Before he could move away from the vampyre, energy flooded the alley.
Jolie screamed in pain as she absorbed all of it. In that one moment, Jolie’s hold on the two in front of her was broken as she crumbled to the ground.
The vampyre with the dagger smiled, drawing his knife back, with every intent to plunge it into Brogan’s stomach, eviscerating him. Jolie was helpless to stop it as the energy was still crackling around her.
Brogan saw the flash of metal and turned. As the blade descended, he knew it was too late to move out of the way.
This was his end.
He was going to die in some dirty alley.
The next thing he knew, he was being shoved roughly out of the way. He heard another bellow from Jolie before glancing up from his position on the ground.
Jacques lay not far away.
Only, he had a silver dagger sticking grotesquely from the middle of his chest.
Time moved slowly as Jolie fought to her knees. Pain or not, her mate was injured and someone had to pay for touching him. As she rushed the one vampyre, her fangs exploded from her mouth, and she viciously tore into the vampyre’s throat
.
As he fell, she glanced over at the second one. It was time to do what she did best.
Kill.
Protect her own.
Destroy the enemy.
Brogan moved toward Jacques’s prone body to see if he could help him. He put his hands around the wound that was bubbling from his chest.
Before he could speak, he glanced up to hear more screaming. He watched in fascinated horror as the woman he found so alluring was definitely not the same. Now, she was a whole other creature.
Jolie felt fury when she saw her precious Jacques lying prone on the ground. The red haze had begun to seep over her vision and the need to destroy took over. Slamming her energy into the second killer, she held him to the ground like a mouse trapped by a hungry cat.
“You’ve wounded my mate, and now I plan on killing you,” she stated, leaning down to smile sickly into his face. “I’ll enjoy it greatly,” she hissed, glancing over at Brogan as he protected Jacques with his body. “You may wish to close your eyes, Flynn, this will be… unattractive.”
Brogan didn't dare look away. He was too enthralled by what they really were, and how he was able to watch it in action. When Jolie reached down and pulled a knife from her boot, he knew what was coming.
With a hiss, she slammed it through the vampyres heart. Brogan watched as the body bucked on the ground before she dropped her boot onto the hilt of the knife, driving it deeper.
Jolie stared over at Flynn as he tried to stop the blood flow.
“Hurry Jolie, he doesn’t look so good,” he shouted, as her eyes glowed a ghostly color.
She dropped to her knees, placing one on the vampire bucking on the ground. As she leaned down to his face, she spoke, “You’re finished,” she stated, shooting energy into the hilt of the knife to fry his heart.
They all watched him go still.
She approached the vampyre trying to crawl away. “Tell your mistress or master that I’m coming for them,” she vowed, letting him escape.
For now, she had more important things to tend to.
“My love, speak to me,” she said softly, moving to Jacques’s side.
“I love you, Jolie,” he replied weakly, taking her hand in his.
Jolie bent down and picked up Jacques in her arms. She began carrying him to the H2. “Come, Detective. I need you to drive us home. I have to heal Jacques before dawn,” she stated.