Heading through the home, they found Percy on the couch, holding Mina on his lap. He, too, was having a snack, and from the look of rapture on Mina’s face, there was no doubt what had happened.
They were definitely mated.
It was done.
This rental was turning into the Love Shack, and he didn’t mind in the least.
It fact, it was comforting.
That was enough thought about anything but his priority. It was time to get their mate naked.
Flynn plotted as they bounded up the main stairs to their room. Inside, the cheery Irish linens were ripped from the bed. This wasn’t going to be a happy romp on delicate lace.
It was going to be heated and filled with need.
As Jacques entered, Flynn flicked his wrist and the door slammed shut. Neither mate even flinched, breaking from the searing hot kiss.
With a thought, the lights dimmed, the candles flickered to life, and all three of them were naked.
Yeah, this demon thing had a lot going for it.
Jacques lowered her to her feet, and Jolie stared up at him. “I love you,” she whispered.
His body shook as Jolie stroked him.
Flynn growled.
When she glanced over at him, she winked. “I can handle you both at one time.”
He didn’t hesitate. Standing shoulder to shoulder with his mate, they both watched as Jolie went to her knees. Their moans were simultaneous as she stroked them both with her hands.
“Don’t tease,” Flynn ordered.
Jacques knew that was exactly what was going to happen. Jolie liked to make them beg during sex. She pushed them as far as she possibly could.
“I can’t help it, Flynn. There are some things that you needed to savor to appreciate it. Two sexy mates—it’s the most important thing.”
She then took him in her mouth, driving him wild.
It didn’t last long.
She was abandoning him and on to Jacques’s erection.
Both men moaned at the visual.
It was pretty damn hot. Jolie was going from erection to erection, making them insane.
When Flynn couldn’t handle it any more, he yanked her up his body until she was pressed between them. Each man took a side of her throat and feasted from her.
Jolie moaned as Flynn and Jacques bombarded her with sexy visuals of them copulating like crazy. Each and every one of them ended the same way.
Both mates feeding from Flynn.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
There was something so erotic about the men being comfortable with each other. Jolie wasn’t talking about them having sex, but a heated kiss could go a long way.
‘I love it,’ Jacques whispered into both of their minds. ‘I love feeling part of us.’
Flynn didn’t mind in the least.
Was he ready to have sex?
Not really, but he wouldn’t hold back from affection. Obviously, there was still a little human somewhere inside. For now, cuddling with his mates was especially gratifying for him.
It was love.
It was home.
It was them.
Walking them backward toward the bed, Flynn made sure that when they tumbled onto the mattress, he was able to keep Jolie from being squashed between them.
The second they hit the mattress, Jacques moved toward her breasts, and Flynn?
He headed lower.
Jolie moaned as the men attacked. Jacques was caging her nipples between his teeth. To try to push her over the edge, he’d sink his fangs in but not drink.
“Please,” she begged.
He wouldn’t do it. They’d taken more than enough, and she was feeding their children.
The men ignored her pleading. Instead, they focused on giving her the maximum amount of pleasure.
Flynn drove her wild with tongue and teeth.
‘Please, Flynn,’ she begged into his head. ‘I want to feel you in me.’
Oh, he wanted nothing more than that, but she needed to scream for him a few times.
Jolie did just that.
As he nipped her, she tumbled headlong into the wash of amazing pleasure. It was like being pulled under the waves. She barely had time to catch her breath when Flynn was working her hard all over again.
She ached for his touch.
Before his change, it was always hot, but now it was this wild, overwhelming compulsion. The need was so strong, that it felt like she’d die without him.
‘You will,’ he replied. ‘Just like I’ll die without you.’
He flicked her with the tip of his tongue and she fell all over again. When she shouted his name, he was pleased. He loved hearing the pleasure in her breathy yelp.
The men switched places.
Jacques dove right in, needing to devour his mate. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth all over her.
‘You taste amazing,’ he whispered into her mind.
‘Jacques!’
‘I want you to scream my name. I want to hear you beg me for more.’
Jolie knew she’d give him anything he asked from her. How could she not?
The idea of these two men pillaging her body was so incredibly hot.
Flynn found his way to her neck. When she tipped her head, begging him to sink into her body, he resisted.
She was getting frustrated.
Her pleading was proof.
‘Please, Flynn,’ she begged. ‘I need to feel you in me.’
His wicked laughter told the tale.
As she was about to protest, Jacques couldn’t handle the feeling of her writhing beneath his tongue, so he slid home.
She moaned as he filled her. Jolie’s body arched into the pleasure, trying to steal more.
As he rode her hard, Flynn worked his way to her mouth. Lips met lips, and the kiss exploded around them. As Jacques invaded her body with his rock hard erection, Flynn explored the depths of her mouth.
It was Heaven.
It was insanity.
Nothing in the world ever felt this perfect.
‘I beg to differ,’ Flynn whispered into her mind. ‘When you’re riding me, you’ll agree.’
Her body shook as she opened her eyes to stare up at Jacques.
“I love you, Jolie,” he moaned, as he drove himself in and out of her body with wild thrusts meant to claim her as his.
Her hips met each and every slide, accepting all he had to offer.
He could feel her tightening down on him. As he watched his mates doing battle with tongue and teeth, her body swallowing him whole, and their children living beneath her flesh, Jacques couldn’t hold on.
It was too much.
He erupted, burying himself in her body.
His moan of release drew Flynn’s attention.
It was finally his turn to take what was his. As soon as his mate collapsed beside Jolie, he rolled, placing her above him.
“Ride me,” he ordered, watching as she straddled his hips. “When you come, I want to feel your fangs in my neck.”
Jacques glanced over.
“Yes, yours too.”
The room got hotter.
As one mate began riding, and the other moved closer until he was pressed to Flynn’s side, Flynn couldn’t think straight. Jolie was grinding down on him, trying to make him explode.
He didn’t even try to hold on.
As Jacques began licking his way across Flynn’s one pectoral muscle, he could feel the end looming.
‘I want to taste you,’ Jacques admitted.
Flynn shook.
It was the combination of Jolie’s bouncing, her one hand on their children, and Jacques whispering into his mind.
All of that made it wild.
As Jacques got to his neck, Flynn’s hand found the back of his head, guiding him to the sweet spot.
As fangs scraped, Jolie gasped, and his body got ready to betray him. Flynn knew he was more than ready for what was coming.
Jacques and Jolie timed it just righ
t. As she slammed down, forcing him right to the edge, Jacques bit into his neck, yanking him from the precipice.
Flynn shouted in release as Jolie rode him until she fell. The spiral was amazing, and even better was when she found his throat with her fangs too.
His mates used him.
Drank him.
Sucked him.
It was more than he could take.
Flynn’s heart pounded in his chest.
Time seemed to stop. Everything around them moved in slow motion. He could hear the thumps of each of their hearts, the sound of blood flowing into their mouths, and he could even hear when Jacques’s fangs slid from his flesh.
It was amazing.
Opening his eyes, he glanced toward his mate.
He was watching him, the black of his eyes never leaving his face.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, as Jolie continued drinking.
‘I want more.’
Flynn didn’t mind. ‘Take all you need, mate.’
Jacques hoped he didn’t only mean blood. Moving back toward Flynn, he wasn’t focused on his neck.
It was his mouth he craved.
Taking a chance, he let his fear go. Immediately, he wasn’t denied the mating of mouths. In fact, it was frenetic and wild.
This was an amazing.
As her mates kissed, Jolie slowed down her sucking. Her heart was skipping in pure love.
‘I love you both,’ she whispered. ‘I’ll never love anyone but you two. I’m so happy and content.’
Jacques found her hand with his, and they were joined. Flynn’s large hands were holding their heads to his mouth and neck.
‘This is perfect.’
Flynn agreed.
Jolie didn’t want to leave the other part of Flynn out of this. ‘Rinnon, I love you too.’
There was an audible fluttering of wings, and then Jacques opened his eyes.
‘I feel feathers against my back.’
There was laughter, but it wasn’t Flynn’s. Then the dark part of Flynn spoke. ‘You’re both safe.’
They believed it.
Slowly, Jolie released his neck, as Jacques broke the kiss. Flynn found Jolie’s mouth with his, and they shared the same lip lock. When they broke apart, both vampyres rested against his shoulders.
“That was pretty fantastic,” Jacques admitted.
“Yeah, I am damn good in bed,” Flynn teased.
Jolie snorted. “Here comes the ego. My sexy detective is back on duty.”
He slapped her on the ass, and it turned her right on all over again. “Be careful, or you’ll have to prove how good you really are.”
Jacques grinned.
This felt right.
They were where they needed to be in their relationship.
He and Flynn were at peace.
“I can prove it all night long,” Flynn said, grabbing a handful of her ass. “One of us doesn’t need down time.”
“Hey!” Jacques objected. “I’ve been known to keep going until she begged me to stop.”
Jolie snorted.
“Is that an offer, gentlemen?” she asked, running her fingers over their skin.
“Yes,” they said together.
Jolie was about to take him up on it when a phone, somewhere in the room chimed.
Flynn froze.
“What’s wrong?” Jolie asked.
They moved off his body as he struggled to sit up. Flynn needed to get to the phone.
“Flynn?” Jacques asked.
“When we left New Orleans, I gave one person the number on this burner phone.”
They listened.
In fact, Jolie crawled into Jacques’s lap so he could wrap his arms around her body.
“Who?” his mate asked.
“Tommy.”
Jolie was relieved. “Maybe he’s just checking in,” she offered. “Maybe he misses you.”
Flynn doubted that.
“I told him unless someone was dead, dying, or there was a huge emergency, not to call.”
Flynn didn’t want an electronic trail. He didn’t want the Tueur finding a way to get to them.
“Uh oh,” Jacques said.
“Yeah, exactly.” Flynn grabbed the phone and scrolled through the message. The second he read it, he closed his eyes.
Jolie was afraid.
“Flynn? What’s wrong?”
“We have a problem.”
He didn’t want to tell her. In fact, had she not been in the room, he never would have done it. This was exactly the thing he suspected the Tueur would try.
They couldn’t find them.
They’d try to flush them out.
“I need you to remain calm.”
The second he said that, Jolie began panicking. “Is the family okay? Are they hurt? Cari? Camille?”
Her heart was racing as she rubbed her hand over the bump. She needed to know what had happened, and yet, at the same time, she didn’t want to know. She had a feeling it was going to hurt her.
“Flynn.”
“I promise we’ll work this out. I need you to trust me and to promise you’re not going to do anything rash.”
She stared at him.
“Promise me.”
Jolie slowly nodded. “I swear. I trust you.”
He broke it to her in little parts. “Tommy and Camille have been found. The Tueur showed up at her secret home.”
Jolie gasped.
“Are they hurt?”
“They didn’t make a move for them yet.”
“We have to get them out, Flynn. We can’t leave them there for the Tueur. They’ll kill Camille and torture Cari to get to me. We have to move them away from there. They’re safer with us.”
Flynn didn’t disagree with any of that.
Only that wasn’t the worst part.
“Can we bring them here? When we travel to Paris, they can come with us. It’ll be extra security for me. Tommy is a cop. He’ll be able to…”
“Jolie.”
She stared at him with tears in her eyes. “It’s worse, isn’t it?”
He nodded.
“Just tell me.”
Flynn gave her his phone, and the picture that Tommy had taken of the letter.
Jolie read it, and when she glanced up, she had to hope it was a mistake.
Jacques read it too.
Gently, he set her free. “I’ll find out if it’s true. I have a few friends in Italy. We can check up in Alexzandre. Flynn and I have been keeping track of him without his knowledge.”
He headed out of the room and to the office to start working on the information.
Flynn saw the horror on her face as she kept rereading the letter over and over again. He knew what was coming. She was going to offer herself up to save her brother.
He couldn’t let that happen.
“They’re going to kill him because of me.”
“Baby, this isn’t your fault.”
Tears began spilling over.
“Flynn… I need a favor.”
He’d give her his heart if she asked for it. “What do you need, my love?”
“When you find whoever is in charge of the Tueur, I need you to promise that if he touched my brother or anyone else I love, you’ll make him suffer. I don’t want him to die easily. I want him to scream in pain for hours.”
He pulled her into his lap. “I promise.”
She felt the feathery kiss of the invisible wings, and she settled into his body.
Flynn was going to have to use compulsion to keep her safe. He hated that he was going to do it to her. It was a violation of their relationship, but he could hear her thoughts.
She was gearing up to offer herself up.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Flynn reached for his mate and told him what he felt he needed to do. Jacques didn’t disagree.
It was set.
When the time came, he’d plant the memories. He’d manipulate the only woman he’d ever loved. He’d do what it to
ok.
“You’re safe, Jolie. We’ll find him.”
She believed him.
Flynn began working his mojo. “Jolie, he’s safe.”
Honestly, Flynn didn’t have an allegiance to the man. He’d turned his back on his sister when he found out the truth. To him, that made him less than a priority. Only Jolie loved him.
“You’ll not worry about it so much. It will make you sick, and the babies will suffer.”
She stared into his eyes. “Yes, Flynn.”
For now, she’d believe her brother was safe.
Until they had proof that Alexzandre was gone, there was nothing they could do.
This was heart wrenching for everyone involved.
Flynn was torn.
What the hell was he supposed to do? He couldn’t allow her to sacrifice herself for her brother. Their babies had to be born, and that was his duty.
Flynn held her against his body, trying to infuse her with as much peace as possible. When she buried her face in his neck, Flynn gently stroked her back.
“Do you want me to bring Tommy and Camille here?” he asked, distracting her. “I can get them on a flight out of New Orleans, reroute them a few times, and finally have them land here.”
“Will the Tueur be watching them?” she asked.
“Likely, but Tommy is smart. He can get them out. They’re his family, and he won’t risk them.”
She thought about it.
There was a chance that bringing them there would direct the Tueur right to them. They could be walking into the real trap.
Jolie glanced up at her mate.
His eyes were black, and his fangs were out.
He was pissed.
An angry Rinnon was a dangerous Rinnon.
“Yes, he is,” Flynn said, his voice going thick with darkness, and a kiss of Irish lilt.
“Bring them here. I’m safe,” she said. “I might not be able to save my brother from the Tueur, but I can save them.”
The compulsion had worked.
She would forget what she wanted to do. There would be no sacrifice of her life for Alexzandre’s.
It worked.
And Flynn felt like the biggest asshole on the planet for making her forget.
∞ Chapter Fifteen∞
New Orleans
Tommy, when he turned the phone on to see if there was a reply, received the new message. Immediately, he began working on his plan. If they were being watched, which he didn’t doubt, he’d have to make sure that Cari and Camille were safe.
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