Dangerous Sacrifice (The Harcourte Vampyre Society Book 6)

by Morgan Kelley

  It tore at his control.

  Jolie was his greatest gift, and it made him wild.

  Glancing over, he could see his mate restlessly watching them fuck. He needed him too.

  “Come here,” he growled.

  Jacques didn’t hesitate.

  “Get beneath her. We’re taking our wife for a ride. I know she wanted each of us alone, but I want more. I want all.”

  Jacques could hear the voice, and it wasn’t Flynn’s. Rinnon was there, and he was in charge.

  He didn’t care.

  Jacques trusted him. How could he not? Beneath the fury and feathers was his mate.

  Their spouse.

  Jolie was whimpering in need as Flynn’s erection throbbed in her. She couldn’t even speak.

  He’d stolen her words.

  Oh, and she knew it was going to be one hell of a ride. Jolie only hoped they survived.

  When Jacques got into place, Jolie was pulled down to meet his body. Flynn remained buried in her as Jacques’s erection found its way back into her body. She was filled to the max with sexy men, and she loved it.

  Then Flynn began moving.

  “No one comes until I say,” he hissed.

  No one argued. He’d been the only one who hadn’t been satiated, and he deserved that much.

  As the headboard began banging against the wall, he pounded himself into his mate. Jolie was forced up and down Jacques’s erection. Her body shook, and her breasts bounced in front of his mouth as she was above him.

  “Please,” she begged, only to have Jacques grab them with his hands. As he tortured and played with them, the heat exploded all around them. The room was to the point paint would melt.

  She was so wild for them. Jolie had NEVER felt like this before. The energy flooded her body, nearly taking her to her knees.

  As she was fucked by one mate, the other made her even wetter with dick and mouth.

  Jolie couldn’t breathe.

  It was beyond anything she’d ever felt.

  Then she realized something.

  Her tattoo was getting warm.

  She went to warn her mates, but Flynn was already in her mind.

  ‘I have you. Just enjoy what pleasure this is going to bring,’ he offered. ‘I won’t let you be harmed.’

  She trusted him.

  Her whole body felt different.

  It was like an out of body experience. She was watching them have sex, almost as if she wasn’t involved. Jolie could hear the wet sounds of their dicks sliding in and out of her body, their gasps of breath, and even the thumps of their matching hearts.

  Jolie could smell the blood, feel the pain, and revel in the heat. Her senses were heightened, and she was aware of everything going on around her. This was beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

  Flynn slid all the way out, and slammed himself back into her body, sending little shocks of lust and need through all of them.

  She came.

  As did the men.

  The heat washed over them, and the orgasms didn’t stop. It kept rolling through the room, setting off quake after quake in each of them. With each pulse of heat, she devoured even more of their energy.

  She took, swallowed, and absorbed everything. Her tattoo was pulling the lust and need from them, feeding some unquenchable force. It was out of her control, and Jolie was forced to hold on for the ride.

  There’d never been a feeling like this before.

  Jolie couldn’t help but crave more and more. She was dying to feed from this energy.

  The blue haze ticked her flesh as it began feasting on the lust they’d created.

  She could hear Flynn’s shout of release, hear Rinnon begging for more and more, and then Jacques’s scream.

  The pleasure overwhelmed.

  It suffocated everything from the room but the lust. Jolie couldn’t stop the spiral.

  Before she knew it, the pleasure became pain, and she fell into the darkness.

  Alone.

  She didn’t know what had happened, but it was something she would never forget.

  ∞ Chapter Twenty-Nine ∞

  Monday Evening

  He sat in the office and got the call. It pleased him to know that Jolie Harcourte and her two mates were in Ireland. The Tueur had located them by way of some very good information. It was perfect, since he had a few assassins who called Ireland home.

  It wouldn’t take long to get to her.

  By morning, Jolie would be his, and the mates would be very dead. Then he could hide her away and use her until she gave him a child. The amount of pain she could handle, described by his brother, made his body harden.

  Oh, he would enjoy taking her nonstop until she had his offspring growing in her. They’d all believe her to be dead, and no one would be any the wiser until the Destroyer was born and his to control.

  He thanked the vampyre on the phone, almost giddily. He knew the woman who found them had wanted to make Jacques suffer, but that wasn’t going to happen.

  Promises or not.

  He had a plan.

  If the mates lived, they’d stalk him forever. It would make it hard to break Jolie Harcourte.

  And that was the plan.

  As he leaned back in his seat, he pondered the man being held in the sewer not far from his office.

  What was he supposed to do with him?

  Then it hit him.

  He’d keep him as a pet. If Jolie knew he was a prisoner, she’d be easier to handle. She’d sacrifice herself for her brother.

  Again.

  It was perfect.

  His plan was destined to work, and she was destined to be his.

  Forever…

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  Jolie struggled to wake up. The entire time, her body felt like a leaded weight.

  Something had happened, and she wasn’t sure if she was awake or with death. The room was out of focus, so she couldn’t be sure.

  As she opened her eyes, she saw him standing there.

  It was Flynn…err…Rinnon, and he was in his true form. She gasped the second she saw him.

  “Hello, Jolie.”

  She sat up and pulled the sheet across her naked body. She was in a strange bed, and not sure what had happened.

  “Don’t be afraid.”

  The voice was Flynn’s, but he wasn’t exactly him. She could feel his energy in the room, but he wasn’t all there.

  They definitely weren’t alone.

  “Where’s Flynn, Rinnon?” she asked. “And Jacques?”

  He moved toward her, his wings fully extended. When he went to sit on the side of the bed, they folded up behind him.

  She had to admit, she wanted to touch them.

  From the shiny silver breastplate, to the leather beneath it, Jolie was intrigued.

  So…this was the warrior copping a squat in her husband. She’d seen him in Flynn’s head, but this was amazing. He was breathtaking.

  It hurt to look at him. The love overwhelmed her.

  “I am Flynn, and Jacques is with death. You drained him to the point I had to stop you.”

  Tears filled her eyes. “Is he okay?”

  He picked up her hand, and she stared down at his fingers. They weren’t familiar. They weren’t Flynn’s. She knew his touch anywhere, and this was different.

  “It’s me, baby. I swear. Here I’m more him, and there I’m more me.”

  She touched the wedding band on his finger. It helped her stay calm. “Where are we?”

  He laughed. “I have no clue. We had one hell of a time in bed, your tattoo activated, and I somehow brought us here. Vanth was just here. She’s headed off to find Death.”

  “Can I see Vanth?” she asked.

  “You don’t trust me, do you?”

  She did, but she was confused. “Rinnon,” she said, not sure what to say. When he leaned toward her, she froze. His lips were inches from hers, and she took in his scent.

  It was Flynn. Wherever they were, t
hings were flipped. Normally, he looked like Flynn, sounded like the detective, but smelled like the demon.

  Here it was in reverse.

  Jolie moved toward him, going against his body. All that was between them was the sheet and his armor. The touch of it was chilly to her flesh, but she didn’t hate it. The second their mouths met, the kiss told the tale.

  It was her mate.

  It was her Flynn.

  He was in there. She’d know that kiss anywhere.

  She pulled away to run her fingers across his cheek. “We’re okay, right?”

  He knew who she meant. “Three of us are demons. I’m not sure if you’re safe or not. Vanth will get some answers for us. She’ll clear it up.”

  Or so he hoped.

  Jolie couldn’t help it. She reached out and touched his feathers. One cut her finger.

  She gasped.

  Rinnon took her hand in his and kissed the cut. It stopped hurting and was gone.

  “We should get you dressed,” he offered, snapping his fingers. When he looked down, Jolie was in a gorgeous red dress. It covered her body, reminding Jolie of something from the Celtic era long ago.

  “You look beautiful, my love,” he offered. It seemed to fit with his armor and leather.

  He was the king, and she was his queen.

  Rinnon held out his hand. “Come to me, Jolie.”

  She didn’t hesitate.

  She moved toward him.

  When Jolie was against his body, she rested her head against his shoulder. She didn’t feel armor but flesh.

  The familiar scent was there. Flynn was holding her. Jolie’s nose didn’t lie. She’d know him anywhere.

  He wrapped his arms around her.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too, Flynn.”

  “I hope this doesn’t scare you.”

  She glanced up and into his swirling black eyes. They were so dark that she didn’t think she could fight falling into them.

  “I’m getting accustomed to this.”

  He kissed her on the tip of the nose. Before he could say anything else, the room’s energy shifted. Vanth and Death appeared.

  “Sorry I’m late to the party,” Death said, moving toward Jolie. “I see your tattoo activated.”

  “Is Jacques okay?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “How did we get here?” Flynn asked, shaking out his wings. “Where the hell is here?”

  Death moved toward him. “I do love a feathered man in bed. I miss you in this form,” she admitted. “You should dump the human flesh suit and walk around like this. The religious people would shit themselves.”

  “Death, come on! Be serious!”

  “Okay! Geez! You’re so damn cranky anymore, Rinnon! You find a new babe and you get bitchy.”

  He stared at her, keeping Jolie beside him.

  “To answer your question, you’re here because she’s wearing the Destroyer’s stone. I gave it to her, and she must have had it on when you two…”

  He cut her off. “Made love on our wedding night.”

  “Yeah, I saw it. Calling it that is debatable. Hell! Half of this realm heard it.”

  Jolie flushed.

  Flynn didn’t. “To the point, please.”

  Death snapped her fingers and a chair slid across the room. When she sat, Vanth moved to flank him.

  Jolie stared at her, knowing she was screwed. “I’m seeing Vanth in her true form, and Rinnon. That can’t be good, is it?”

  Death shrugged. “That depends on what you consider good.”

  Flynn was getting impatient.

  “Death!”

  “Okay, let me break this down for you. Only certain individuals can come here. This is the demon domain. To come here, you have to have a few gifts. Who here is a demon?” she asked.

  Vanth raised her hand.

  Flynn raised his.

  And Death raised hers.

  Jolie stared around. “Then how am I here.”

  “Well, you’re either a demon, or because of that stone and your two demon offspring, you’ve been given access to this place.”

  She stared up at Flynn.

  “I’m a demon?”

  He wished.

  “It’s the stone and the babies. I can still smell vampyre on you.”

  Death laughed. “Don’t sound so disappointed, Rinnon. We had this discussion. You know Fate won’t let her be saved from the Tueur by making her a demon. I already thought about that angle. It was shot down.”

  The room shook.

  There was an icy cold breeze.

  “See? My sister, Fate, is a bitch.”

  She knew Flynn told her his plan, but she really didn’t know if he could do that. “Is that possible to convert me?”

  Before, it wasn’t clear. Now that he was there, he was able to recall a lot more of his past. He remembered many things.

  “Yes.”

  She smiled. “Okay. I’m sure Jacques won’t mind either. We love you and want to be part of you.”

  Death laughed. “Yeah, well, do you want to tell her, Flynn or Rinnon or whoever has the balls big enough to burst her bubble?”

  He glared at Death.

  She was on his last nerve.

  “What do you have to tell me?” Jolie asked.

  “I can only convert one person. I never chose a mate all those years ago. I never found the one who owned my heart.”

  “Yeah, that doesn’t sting,” Death said. “I was just a booty call. Nice.”

  “Shut up. You know what I mean. I can only take my mate and make her like me. Where vampyres can’t convert, a demon can if it’s his or her true love.”

  She stared at him. “What’s that mean?”

  “It’s you or Jacques. I can’t do both.”

  “Oh no.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  She hugged him. “It’s okay, Flynn. We’ll worry about it later.” Jolie could see he was genuinely distraught over it. Now wasn’t the time to stress them out.

  They had enough on their plates with what was coming.

  He lovingly stroked her cheek. “I love you so much, Jolie. I don’t think I can live without you.”

  The irony would be he’d have no choice. If she died, he’d be trapped without her. That’s why he was trying to find a way.

  She went up on her toes to find his mouth with hers. The kiss was slow, warm, and filled with love. There was a fluttering of wings as they moved to wrap around her.

  She was cocooned and safe.

  Still…

  Jolie could feel his pain.

  ‘It’s okay, my love. We’ll be fine.’

  ‘You have to let me do this for you. I need to ensure you’re never able to die.’

  ‘But Jacques...?’

  ‘We can try to find a way, but at some point, I have to save whoever I can. I love him, but I can’t lose you.’

  She stared into his eyes.

  “It’s rude to have a conversation without everyone in the room,” stated Death.

  Flynn glanced over and snapped his fingers. Chains appeared, and a gag. They wrapped around Death, and she couldn’t move.

  She didn’t look happy.

  “Vanth, I need you to do research. You’ve been alive a long time, and survived after my demise. Find me a way to change them both.”

  She grinned, bearing her fangs. “Yes, Father.”

  Jolie stared at her. “What did she call you?”

  “I made her. Technically, I made Death too. They can’t fight me—especially not here, and not now that I’m getting my memory back.”

  She held his hand. “Can we leave her like that?” Jolie asked. “I think I like her better chained up.”

  Death turned into a snake and crawled toward Jolie.

  She screeched and jumped into Rinnon’s arms.

  “Death, knock it off.”

  She switched back. “If you give me time, I’ll help Vanth figure it out. When you’re playing with the threads of
fate, you have to tug carefully.”

  “Why would you help me?” Jolie asked. She really didn’t trust Death. She wanted her mate as her own. Jolie could see it in Death’s eyes.

  There was lust at what she’d lost. At some point, this would come back to bite them in the ass. She didn’t doubt it.

  “It’s simple. Rinnon sacrificed himself for me many eons ago. He gave up existing for me to go on. I owe him, and I always pay my debt.”

  Jolie relaxed as Flynn nuzzled her cheek.

  “Send us back,” Flynn said. “I want to take my mate home.”

  Death snapped her fingers.

  Time stopped.

  She moved toward him and touched his face, setting him free. Slowly, he turned his head toward her as he fought to focus.

  “What?”

  “She’s in danger. When you go back, stay awake. That’s all I can tell you. They’re coming, and soon. If Fate finds out I’ve warned you, she’ll really screw with all of us.”

  He was grateful.

  Death gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Watch your back, Daddy Dearest.”

  Flynn rolled his eyes.

  Then time returned and they were gone.

  Death had her work cut out for her. She only hoped history didn’t repeat itself.

  Again.

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  When she opened her eyes, he was beside her. Flynn was there, running his hand up and down her body. She was still dressed as he’d left her, and she didn’t mind.

  “Hello, husband.”

  He grinned. “I love you, wife.”

  She gave him a soft kiss. “You feel tense.”

  “When we were leaving, Death stopped and gave me a message.”

  “What?”

  “The Tueur is making their move, and soon.”

  She sat up. “We should wake Jacques,” Jolie suggested. “He’s going to want to know what’s going on.”

  He agreed.

  Flynn simply touched his chest and Jacques’s eyes popped open.