“It was necessary,” she said, flicking on the interior light.
“Are you going to tell me why?” he grumbled, expecting a refusal. Inanna never explained herself.
“I will,” she whispered, “but first, let me see to your problem so you can listen to what I say.”
His breath hitched, and he spread his legs to ease the tightness that grew impossibly more urgent.
“Open your pants for me,” she said, scooting to the edge of her seat.
Nicolas’s hands shook as he flicked open the button and eased down his zipper.
Inanna reached inside, pulling down the band at the top of his underwear to free his cock. Dieu! Would she take him in her mouth? She’d serviced him only once before.
Her hand reached inside to cup his length, smoothing down to grasp his balls and she squeezed. “Are you still mine, Nicolas?” she asked, her stare boring into him.
Did she guess his loyalty had been compromised? Although he wanted to close his eyes, he willed himself to hold her gaze. “I’m yours. Always.”
Her head bent over his lap and she opened her mouth, taking him into heat and moisture that soothed and aroused his swollen cock.
He gripped the back of her head, not to urge her down, for he’d never force her where she didn’t want to go, but to tell her, Yes! More, please!
And amazingly, she took him deep into her mouth, her tongue gliding along his shaft as she sank, her throat opening to swallow around him, constricting then opening as she mimicked the motion of drinking to caress the head of his cock.
Nicolas gasped, his breath catching on a moan as she came up his cock, then slid back down, her motions graceful, measured, while inside, his belly tightened with urgent tension.
Her small, soft hand began to tug and release his balls, over and over, until the fullness reached a painful peak of need.
“Inanna, back off,” he gritted out. “I’m going to come.”
But she kneaded his balls harder, sank her mouth deeper around his cock and he exploded, his hips driving upward to spear the back of her clasping throat, cum jetting into her while his body trembled wildly.
When the lapping waves of release ebbed away, he sat with his head resting on the back of his seat, staring into the face of the woman who’d been his mentor, his mistress, his keeper for so long. Power had shifted, however subtly, between them. He didn’t for a minute think it had a damn thing to do with the sex they’d shared in Simon’s office.
Inanna was calculating, never rash. She’d come to a decision before that day, reinforced it with this act.
“You are mine,” she said, still holding his penis in her hand. “As I am yours.”
His chest lifted, regret and tempered anger filling him. Why now? He’d been with her for centuries, only in the last years had he finally shed the shackles of her obsessive need for control. He fucked her when she commanded, but his heart and emotions were no longer hers.
She waited for him to reply, her lips tightening. “Yes, I am yours,” he lied.
Her gaze slid away, and she released him to sit back in her seat. “We need to talk, Nico. I have no one else I trust.”
“About what? The demon?”
“No, he’s a danger to us, but not the reason I am here.” Her arms crossed her chest, her hands gripping her upper arms as though she felt a chill.
“Tell me.”
Her expression grew taut. “The sabat has called a meeting.”
“They called the meeting? They aren’t answering your summons?”
Her lips tightened. “They summoned me here.”
He let a deep breath out. “Are they challenging you?”
A swift shake of her head sifted the dark locks of her hair. “They claim there are reports of a daywalker—here in New Orleans.”
Nicolas held himself still, careful not to betray the quickening that arrested his heartbeat. A daywalker? Was that what the bastard was? “I thought daywalkers were a myth.”
“They think I’ve been lax, inattentive,” she said, ignoring his comment. “First, the demon. Now, this creature. Both here in New Orleans. What if it’s not a coincidence?” Her eyebrows drew together in a fierce frown. “I want him found.”
“And when we capture him?”
“Destroy him.”
Wondering how far she’d let him question her, he asked, “Should we? Do you know what he is?”
Her lips twisted. “I suppose we should determine whether he’s Born or Revenant, first—and whether he’s using a mage’s skills to deflect the sunlight. You’re right.”
“A mage can do that?”
“They can do most anything, depending on how powerful, how old they are.”
Simon, again. “Aren’t they supposed to remain neutral?”
“It’s what enables them to live among us and the other kin—without borders—but this could change everything.”
“We maintain a balance of power,” he said thoughtfully. “A status quo.” He understood the status quo—it was what kept Revenants subservient to the whims of the sabat. “This daywalker could threaten that balance?”
Her gaze hardened. “He’s an abomination. Depending on his true nature, he could endanger us all.”
Nicolas pressed again. “How does he threaten us?”
Her gaze slid away. Her shoulders straightened. “That, you don’t need to know.”
“So, in addition to my duties as guardian, I must divide my attention between The Devourer and the daywalker. What about the sabat members? Must I provide protection for them?”
“They will bring their own security.”
“To New Orleans? How can we hope to host them here?”
“They will descend on Ardeal.”
Nicolas filed that away. “I’m going to be busy,” he murmured. “Does this mean you will be heading home, soon?” he asked, hoping for a hint of how much time he had to get things into place.
“Tonight. Before dawn.”
He nodded, his mind already racing ahead.
“Nicolas?” she asked, her tone changing, softening, as did her gaze.
“Yes, mistress?”
“Will you take me again?”
She hadn’t allowed herself release with the men in the bar. Her expression was still taut with unabated arousal, her nipples still hard and dragging at the silk of her gown. She asked, didn’t demand, when only a tentative wave of her allure could so easily pull him beyond his will. Things had truly changed.
“Of course. Take off your gown.”
A soft sigh escaped her, and she slowly drew the gown over her head, depositing it on the seat beside her. The golden light of the overhead lamp painted deep shadows beneath her full breasts and between her closed legs.
“Bend over the seat, mistress.”
A strangled laugh erupted from her, but she knelt on the floor and turned, giving him a look that held the tension of uncertainty. Her shoulders were stiff, her back straight.
He gripped her hair hard and pulled her backward for a kiss.
Her shock caught her breath. Kisses weren’t a common occurrence between them. Kisses were a shared act—too intimate for one who wanted to hold all the power.
Nicolas punished her mouth with his, driving his fangs against his lips and into hers, scraping to draw blood, which she sucked down eagerly.
When he drew back, his breaths were harsh, hers more so, labored, her body quivering. He liked that. Liked the new vulnerability she surrendered to him.
Gripping her hair harder, he forced her to face forward and pressed her over the seat.
She hissed as her nipples hit the cool leather. Her bottom lifted into his groin.
Nicolas knelt on the floor behind her and pushed down his pants, then brought his hands up her inner thighs and shoved them wide, gentling his grip to smooth up her soft skin and cup her moist cunt.
With the picture of Alex’s fist disappearing into Chessa’s sweet, hot pussy, he thrust three fingers into Inanna, twisting
to stretch her, pushing deep to capture the wetness coating her vagina. She was a woman. Beneath the power she wore like a cloak, she melted beneath a man.
Her bottom rose to take him deep, pulsing up and down, her hands stretched wide over the leather, her fingernails digging in to scrape the leather as she groaned.
He pulled out, folded his thumb into his palm, curled his fingers, and inserted his hand inside her, pushing hard to overcome the resistance that gripped him tighter than a glove. He leaned close and nipped one cheek, warning her. Promising punishment if she didn’t relax and let him have his way.
Her head thrashed side to side, and her groan deepened. “Please, Nic. Don’t!”
However, she relaxed the stricture of her inner muscles, and he slipped his fist through her opening, cramming higher. He kissed the imprint of his teeth on her cheek, and twisted his hand, coating it in her arousal and pulling away slightly, only to ram forward harder, deeper.
A whimper—soft, feminine, helpless—broke from her, and his chest expanded with his grim satisfaction. He twisted again, driving inward then pulling out, listening to the moist sounds as her channel convulsed around his fist.
With his free hand, he reached beneath to pluck and massage her stretched labia, circling downward toward the erect knot freed by stretching flesh. When he glanced over it, she drew a harsh breath, her back arching.
He circled again then squeezed it, knowing he’d pushed her past pleasure into pain.
She screeched, the sound loosed like the breaking cry of an eagle. Her vagina tightened, fluid rushing past his hand to dribble down his forearm.
But he didn’t relent. He leaned over her back, ramming his hand as high as she could take, and gripped her shoulders with his fangs, sinking into her flesh, mouthing her as blood seeped around his bite faster than he could swallow.
Her whole body shuddered, and she writhed as her orgasm squeezed around him, numbing his hand.
His cock, full and aching, bumped against her thigh, reminding him of his own urgent, painful need and he withdrew his fist while still gripping her neck and slid easily inside her stretched cunt.
He stroked deep, gliding in the excess of moisture, warming his cock within her hot inner walls.
“Nicolas,” she groaned, reaching behind her to grip the back of his head as he fucked into her, hammering her, not letting up until the second tightening wave of orgasm swept over her and she keened. Her arms dropped, her body hung limply in the grip of his jaws and upon the spike of his cock.
Still, he didn’t stop, fucking her with a fury built over years of submission breaking free, punishing her body with the harsh stroke of his cock and his deepening bite.
Only when his own orgasm sucked the breath from his lungs, did he release her neck, letting her body slump against the cushions. His fingers bit into her ass as he pumped hard, riding the crest in jouncing thrusts that rattled his teeth so hard he clenched them tight.
At last, the anger drained, and he closed his eyes, dragging deep breaths into his starved lungs, letting the waves of shivering, ebbing ecstasy dissipate slowly.
Leaving him quivering in the blast of cool conditioned air, and finally, staring down at the woman he’d savaged.
Alex stared at the doorway after Chessa fled the kitchen.
“Seems you’ve been busy,” Rene bit out between clenched teeth.
Alex shrugged. “The moment was there. An opportunity I couldn’t pass up.”
“You were to woo her,” Natalie said, feminine recrimination in her tight expression.
“I didn’t rape her.”
“She doesn’t give herself easily,” Rene bit out.
“Could have fooled me,” Alex drawled.
“She’s off-balance,” his mother said softly. “She’s still acting under the influence of my allure.”
“Not yours, mother,” Alex said, letting a grin slide along his lips.
“You cast yours for her?” she said, stiffening.
“I cast it to draw in Nicolas. I needed his compliance. She was just there.”
Rene choked. “You cast for Nic? God, I almost wish I’d been there. The arrogant bastard had to be fighting hard.”
“Surprisingly, no. He was right there. I think he was actually thinking of Chessa’s best interests.”
Natalie’s frown deepened. “Her best interests included going to bed with you?”
“You had to be there to understand,” Alex said with a sly smile. “Oh wait, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You seduced her—to draw farther into your ménage.”
“Knock it off, Alex,” Rene said, his voice low and lethal.
“You’ve been behaving like an ass,” Natalie said. “She doesn’t deserve any of this.”
“She doesn’t have any choice—any more than I do,” he bit out. “She was destined for this.”
“Chessa doesn’t understand why,” his mother said, her brows drawing together now in concern. “She hasn’t mourned her first child. Not fully.”
“She’ll come around,” Alex said blithely even while his stomach started to knot with unease. They’d known her long before he ever met Chessa Tomas. “Maybe she’ll even be grateful. I’ve given her a second chance at motherhood.”
“One more word and I swear I’ll knock you into tomorrow,” his father said, his hands fisting on the tabletop.
Natalie settled her hand over her husband’s and squeezed. Rene’s gaze swung toward her, softening instantly.
Alex backed off, settling deeper into his chair, uncomfortable with his parents’ show of affection. All these centuries and their love for each other had never waned. “Nicolas is the one I’m worried about,” he said, changing the subject to something his father could really get worked up about.
“You think he’s going to figure out what you are?” Natalie asked, looking away at last from Rene’s taut face.
“He’s gonna want to take a bite.”
“Will you force it?”
“Let’s see how it plays.”
Natalie’s gaze went to the empty doorway, and her tight expression reflected feminine concern. “You should go after her.”
Alex followed her glance and let loose a deep sigh. “What can I say?”
“You’re the damn genius,” she snapped, revealing her deep annoyance. She rarely cursed. “You figure it out.”
Alex found Chessa half a block away, walking with her head bent, her hands stuffed deep inside her pockets.
“Get the fuck away from me,” she said, not bothering to look back.
He drew closer, noting that her shoulders shrugged as though trying to throw him off. He reached for her arm and swung her around to face him. “We need to talk.”
Keeping her head down, she tore away and kept walking.
Alex reached out and wrapped his arms around her, halting her and drawing her back against him, holding her while she silently struggled inside his embrace.
Only after she stood still, trembling in his arms, did he loosen his hold. He leaned down to press a kiss to her temple. “We really do have to talk, Cheech.”
“Don’t call me that,” she growled. “You’re not my friend.”
Alex slipped his hand beneath her borrowed shirt and edged his fingers under her waistband to palm her soft belly, reminding her just how close they really were.
“It’s not possible,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t be pregnant.”
“You don’t know much about Born males.”
“I know they aren’t supposed to exist.” Her tone said she wished it were true.
“You don’t know about our—”
“Our?” she asked, her tone sharpening.
Alex cursed his loose tongue. “My capabilities.” He sent out a subtle flare of arousal that had her sighing and tilting her head to the side.
“Bastard,” she whispered.
He kissed the spot behind her ear. “I can impregnate human women—”
“Have you?” she gro
aned.
He ignored her question. “And Born females.”
“But I haven’t had a cycle in four decades. We only have one.”
“It isn’t needed.” He rubbed her belly, heating her skin, soothing her.
“I don’t believe you,” she said, her voice trailing into a sigh. “I don’t feel any different.”
“You will. And soon. This child will quicken in your belly. You’ll give birth in weeks.”
A shudder racked her slender frame. “How is this possible?” she asked, grabbing his arm to stop his motions.
“A little magic. I can’t have you vulnerable for long.”
“Me? Or the baby?” she asked, resentment telegraphing in her even tone.
“Both of you.”
“Will it grow quickly, too?”
He nodded against her hair as she fell silent for a long moment.
“Is this Simon’s doing?” she asked, her voice tight and thick.
“He understood the need.” He slipped his hand from her waistband and glided upward to capture her breast.
Her nipple spiked hard against his palm, and she gave him a delicious little moan. “Why do you want this child?”
“You accept you’re pregnant?” he asked, squeezing her.
“Only the possibility…for conjecture’s sake.” She cleared her throat and tried to hold her body away from his. “Why me?”
“You’re special, Chessa. Even the sabat recognizes it.”
“I’m not,” she said flatly. “I’m just like any other Born female.”
“Liar,” he whispered in her ear. “You feel different. Apart.”
“Only because of what happened with my family.”
“Isn’t that enough? Have you ever wondered why they died?”
“Because the rogue Revenants want to usurp power from the Born,” she said, her voice strengthening with anger that started to make her shake. “To take control of the council.”
“That’s true in itself, but why start with your child?”
“Because they had the opportunity,” she gritted out. “They wised up. Got bold.”
Keeping his tone soft, he kissed her ear and whispered. “They didn’t make the decision. They were only the instrument.”
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