by Ginna Moran
My heart falls into my stomach at his words. All I can think is that our home is about to explode at any second. Bronx must think so too, because he flips me onto his shoulder and the five of us abandon Mikkalo’s room.
Standing outside in the shade, I squint in the bright sunlight. It’s been a while since I’ve been outside during the day. A part of me thought I’d miss seeing and feeling the sun, but I don’t. All I can think about is how vulnerable my guys are and how it’s up to me to protect them if shit is about to go down.
“I don’t want to split up,” Bronx says, adjusting to cradle me in his arms. “If this is a setup, they’ll expect that.”
Mikkalo moves his weight from foot to foot. “I agree.”
Jameson growls and punches the wall. “We can’t just stand around here. If someone’s watching, they can’t think they can intimidate us.”
“We don’t even know what the package is,” Everett says.
“Not it,” Jameson, Bronx, and Mikkalo say in unison.
I frown. “Not it for what?”
Everett shakes his head. “Looks like I’m going to be investigating your gift.”
My mouth forms an O, and I look at each of them. They can’t be serious. Everett could get hurt or worse. “Nu-uh. I don’t think so. Can’t you call Corona or something to do it?”
Mikkalo tips his head back and laughs. “I love our girl.”
Bronx clears his throat. “No. I’ll do it. It must be taken care of now.”
“No, I’ll do it, Bronxy. Our region needs you more than me. Gwen needs Mikkalo and Everett more too.” Jameson pushes his fingers through his hair and doesn’t meet my gaze.
I wiggle in Bronx’s arms until he sets me down. “Oh, shut up, Jamie. I’d starve without you. Who will make me that delicious pasta I love?”
A smile lights his face. “You know how to cook.”
“But doesn’t mean I need you any less.” Swallowing my nerves, I decide to do the stupidest thing in existence. I know it’s stupid. My head screams to stay in place and let my guys handle it. But the package is technically for me.
Darting my eyes to the two feet of shade before the direct sunlight, I count silently to five while my guys look at each other. I squeeze my eyes shut and rush away from them, heading to the path that will lead me to the front of the mansion.
No one yells at me or calls my name. They don’t even follow. I run past a guy on a lawnmower and slow down at the lush garden blooming with colorful flowers. I’ve never seen so much color together in my life.
I shake my head and focus on the path before me, winding along the gorgeous property until I see the arched, covered drive with the outdoor chandelier. The ground sparkles with minerals, and I can’t help but appreciate how grand everything is. And now I’m worried I’m going to lose it all.
A small package sits on the ground in the entryway just outside the open door to the foyer. Bronx, Jameson, Everett, and Mikkalo stand in the doorway, and we stare at each other from the twenty feet of space between us.
“Gigi, stay back,” Jameson says.
I place my hands on my hips. “No. We’re in this together.”
Everett abandons his brothers and blocks my view. “For one, you’re not as resilient as us. And two, it’s not an explosive like we expected.”
Standing on my tiptoes, I peek over his shoulder to study the small, weird shaped package. It’s then that I notice the blood staining the tiles under it. “What the hell?”
“Let Mikkalo take you back inside. We can handle this,” Everett says.
I purse my lips. “I’m not afraid. I’ve seen a lot of nasty shit over the years. You don’t have to protect me.”
Mikkalo materializes in front of me next. He reaches out and brushes the backs of his fingers to my cheek. “We know that, ball kicker,” he says, teasing me. “But we want to anyway. It’s from the Barons.”
I suck in a sharp breath, my mind reeling with all sorts of panic. “Ah, hell.”
I shove past Mikkalo and Everett and close the distance. Bronx snatches the package off the ground, and my eyes flick to the bloody note beneath it. I hunch down and read the perfectly scripted line over and over again.
“Your brother for ours,” I say out loud, my voice quivering.
“Shit,” Jameson growls.
Jerking out my hand, I grab the bloody package from Bronx. He lets me take it, knowing full well that I might attack him for it. I carefully rip the paper free and stare at the heart in my hand. I scream out in anger and chuck it away. It splatters against the window and leaves behind a streak of blood.
“Those bastards!” I yell, spinning to cover my face with my hands. “I’m going to kill them all. I’m going to rip their hearts out and make them eat them for doing this to us.”
My guys surround me, sandwiching me in a hug that keeps me together as I try not to fall apart. Fury floods over me like a tidal wave of molten lava. I’ve never felt such hatred in my life. What did I do to deserve this?
“Damn-fucking-straight you are,” Jameson says, petting my long hair. “And we’re going to help you.”
I bob my head and stretch to kiss him. “You better.”
Mikkalo presses his face to my shoulder. “Hell yeah.”
“You’re our girl. Ours.” Bronx flashes his fangs, peering at the world around us.
“You hear that!” I yell, projecting my voice. “I’m theirs! And they’re mine!”
Everett releases a soft hum. “That’s never going to get old.”
I kiss him. “Hope not, because I plan on saying it forever.”
“Yeah?” they all ask me in unison, various expressions crossing their handsome faces.
I nod. “Maybe even longer than that.”
Epilogue
No Longer Safe
JAMESON SITS AT A SMALL table, sketching away on a thick piece of paper. I stare at him without moving, my naked breasts rising and falling with every breath. He drops his pencil and strolls to me, grazing his finger across my clavicle to push my hair over my shoulder.
“We’ll take a break in a couple of minutes,” he murmurs, drawing his finger between my cleavage and down the plane of my stomach. He stops short of my lacy panties and traces his finger along the band.
I smile at him and spread my legs an inch. “I’m not sure I can wait. When you asked me for help, I thought it would be less torturous than this.”
He slides his hand into my panties and feels exactly what he does to me with his finger. “Mmm. The wait will be worth it.”
He returns to his table and sits down. I’m nearly certain he intended the words for himself because his eyes flash silver, and his heart picks up speed. He licks his lips, turning his gaze back to me, and I swivel my body on the lounge chair in his studio and sit up.
“Gigi,” he murmurs, dropping his pencil. “What are you doing?”
Lifting my hips, I grin as I shimmy my panties down. “I can’t wait any longer.”
His mouth parts open with a breath of desire, but he doesn’t rush to me. He swallows, tightens his jaw, and picks his pencil back up. “I’m going to have to start over now.”
I giggle and reposition my body to how I was posed. “Not like that, you aren’t. Is this how I was?”
He presses his lips together, hiding his smile. “Your hair needs to move.”
I slowly comb it off my shoulder again. “Like this?”
“Perfect.” He hums deep in his throat, and I totally take advantage of his intense gaze, drawing my own hand over my breasts and down my stomach. I peek over at him, catching him drinking me in, his pencil just hovering in his hand, his drawing forgotten. I lean back on the lounge chair, closing my eyes, and touch myself, moaning in exaggeration just to get a reaction out of him. His silhouette blocks the overhead light, and I can’t stop the smile from crossing my face as he sits down and covers my hand with his, just feeling and watching as I explore myself.
“If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s
working,” he says, gliding his fingers away from mine to slip one inside me. “Even your fake moans are sexy as hell.”
“It’s not fake,” I say, moaning again with the pressure he creates.
“Wanna bet?”
Oh, boy.
I don’t even get a chance to say anything as Jameson twists his wrist and wiggles his finger inside me, touching me in a way that sends a burst of tingles through my body as he adds to the pleasure I elicit myself. I moan so loud that he chuckles and leans in, kissing the noise from my mouth.
“See,” he says, grinning against my lips.
I link my fingers to the hem of his shirt and tug it up until he bends closer for me to pull it off. “Do it again,” I say, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
He chuckles and brushes his lips to mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth to deepen our kiss. His hands trail lower, and he explores my body, touching me in different ways to see what I like the most. I squirm and shift, so turned on that I can’t take another second of his teasing. I unbutton his pants and pull out his erection, lacing my fingers around it to rub up the stiff length of his shaft.
He moans, quickly losing his pants to get between my legs. Lifting me up by the ass, he positions me on a pillow to sit up higher so that he can kneel in front of me, easing my legs open wide enough to meet his hips completely to my thighs.
I gasp as he rocks into me, holding onto the back of the chair to assure I get to experience every inch of him. Grabbing his tight ass, I cling onto him with every deep thrust that leaves my whole body buzzing with pleasure. He draws one of his hands between us and rubs my clit, creating a crazy amount of good pressure paired with the bursts of sensations with his thrusts that I know I’m going to orgasm.
Jameson moans my name into my hair, whispering how good I feel. How much he enjoys every second of our time together and how lucky he feels that I’m with him. I bask in the sexiness of his voice, how amazing his touch is, how perfect our bodies feel as one. I tense and arch forward with my orgasm, sinking my teeth into his shoulder in the process just how he likes.
Thrusting into me a few times, he cums with a low moan, pinching my hips as he slows. He lets me drink from the bite I left on him, breathing heavily while grazing his lips over my neck. I ease away when I can’t suck anymore and meet his startling green gaze. He looks so hot with his messy hair and pouty bottom lip, puffing with each of his breaths. Being with Jameson helps me forget the world outside of his arms.
“Gwen, I—”
The door of his art studio swings open, and Everett rushes in, covering his eyes with his hand. He kicks the door closed, and Jameson doesn’t rush to move. He scoops a blanket from the back of the chair and drapes it around the two of us.
“Get dressed. Now,” Everett says without looking at us.
“What the hell is going on?” I can’t stop my voice from rising.
Everett winces. “Gwen, I’m sorry I interrupted.”
Jameson lets me go as I pull away from him and get to my feet. I swipe my underwear from the floor and put it on. Padding across the room, I grab my shirt from the back of Jameson’s chair and slip it over my head.
I close the space to Everett and touch his shoulder. “It’s okay, but you didn’t answer my question.”
Jameson strolls up behind me butt-ass naked and wraps his arms around my shoulders. “This better be good, brother. We were in the middle of...some art.” He smirks at me and motions toward the table where I glimpse the half-finished photo-realistic sketch of the upper-half of my body. And whoa. Seeing what I look like through Jameson’s eyes has me all sorts of crazy about him.
“Jamie,” I murmur.
He covers my eyes with his hand. “No looking yet.”
I reach down and grab his cock, getting him to let go but only to lift me onto his shoulder, hanging me upside down. I pinch his ass, making him jump and set me back down.
The door to the art studio swings open again, and Bronx hovers, silhouetted in the shadows. “What’s taking so long?”
Everett snaps his gaze, still lingering on Jameson’s sketch, appreciating it like it’s the most amazing piece of art he’s ever seen, toward Bronx.
Mikkalo shows up behind Bronx. “Don’t get too mad, brother. Gwen makes it easy to get distracted, especially wearing that.” He drinks me in from my bare legs up to my lacy panties and short shirt exposing a few inches of my stomach.
Bronx groans. “We have to go. Come on. It’s not safe here.”
Jameson releases a growl, throwing on his clothes. He tosses me my pants from the floor, and I shimmy them on, using Bronx’s hulking arm to brace against. I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss him when I’m dressed, and Jameson picks me back up.
“What are we facing?” Jameson asks, tugging a weapon from one of his cabinets. He hands it to me to hold. “The bastards back?”
No one responds to him right away.
I swallow my nerves. “Did we get another package?”
The lack of response speaks volumes, and I rest my head on Jameson’s shoulder and take a deep breath.
“It wasn’t one of your brothers,” Bronx says lowly.
Everett reaches out and touches my cheek. “Neither was the heart. It was human, but the tests didn’t match what we have in the system. It was a warning.”
My eyes widen. “What? Are you sure?”
Nodding, Everett offers me a half smile. “I’m positive.”
“But that doesn’t mean much,” Mikkalo says. He straightens his shoulders. “Now, come on. We have to go.”
The world blurs around me, and I land in the backseat of the car idling on the narrow road that leads back to the mansion. Jameson helps buckle me in and squeezes my hand, seeing the dozens of thoughts swirling through my mind.
Bronx hits the throttle, sending the car barreling forward at a speed that makes me a bit nervous. I clutch onto Mikkalo’s leg and grip Jameson’s hand so tightly that he keeps wiggling his fingers.
“We’re going to head into Crimson Vista for the next few days,” Bronx says, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “There’s been another security breach, and the only way to take care of it is to relocate all of the staff and bring in new people. The Barons were...thorough.”
I scrunch my nose. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Bronx slams the brakes without responding. The tires screech as we skid to a halt a couple hundred feet from the wrought iron gate that leads off the property. Jameson’s too slow to cover my eyes, and I catch sight of a group of people strolling at a human’s pace in our direction.
“Fuck, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Mikkalo says, his words coming out with a growl. “That’s everyone left.”
I dig my fingers into Jameson’s wrist until he drops his hand. Leaning forward against my restraints, I search over the group of humans illuminated in the car’s headlights. I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. A few of the people carry severed heads in their hands—not humans, but vampires. Some I think might have been part of Mikkalo’s security team.
“Gwen.” My name trickles through the air, the eerie sound of the crowd’s voices in unison twisting my insides. “It’s time to come home. You have five seconds to leave the Royales. If you do not, more will die.”
The people drop the vampire heads and tug daggers from their jackets. Bronx, Mikkalo, and Everett abandon the car, and Jameson unbuckles me and pulls me to him.
“Five,” the crowd says. “Four.”
Bronx disarms the first guy on the right while Mikkalo and Everett take two others.
“Three.” There are too many. They count too fast. “Two.”
Bronx raises his hands up, waving at us.
“One.”
Jameson twists me in his arms to block my view, but it doesn’t help. We’re surrounded. From the back window, I catch sight of more people behind the car. They hold blades to their throats, trapped in powerful mind manipulation.
Shoving from Jameson, I jump ou
t of the car and raise my hands. “Wait!”
But I’m too late.
I drop to my knees, hanging my head.
A dozen thuds of bodies hitting the dirt soon follow, and there’s nothing any of us can do.
To be continued...
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