“Why wouldn’t I? I love him too.”
She found his mouth with hers again. The kiss was so heated, that the water around them could have boiled, and they’d never notice.
When they broke apart, they were breathing heavily.
“Take me to the rocks,” she whispered in his ear. “I want to make love to my husband.”
His body reacted.
It always had and it always would.
Flynn called for their other mate, but he’d closed off his mind.
Well, his loss.
He was christening their new home, and their giant, sexy ‘bathtub’.
When he got her there, Flynn lifted Jolie up so she was sitting on a large flat rock. When she got comfortable, he pulled himself up and braced his body over hers.
His eyes were blue, and they were filled with love.
This was exactly what she needed.
“Touch me,” he whispered. “Love me forever, Jolie.”
She ran her fingers down his chest. When she found his erection, he moaned.
“Make me forget,” she whispered.
He could do that.
Finding her mouth, he rolled, so she would be on top and have more room. He didn’t want to squish their children. While she was perched over him, straddling his hips, they shared all their love.
When Flynn sat up, they were pressed together. Their mouths moved across each other with very little effort. This was familiar, it was welcoming, and it was amazing.
Being in his arms, Jolie was at peace. There, in that amazing grotto, she had the best of every world. She had Flynn, her sweet human mate, who sacrificed it all for love. She had Jacques, her vampyre protector who loved her when she hated herself. Then there was Rinnon, the ancient warrior who waited for millennium to find her.
She was blessed.
“I love you so much,” Flynn muttered as her mouth devoured his.
The feeling was mutual.
“Let me show you how much,” Jolie offered.
Pushing him back, she stroked him. Flynn’s body arched into the warmth of her palm, begging for her to continue.
Jolie loved how he responded to her. It was always amazing to see that much unbridled love on his face.
Flynn Brogan loved with his whole heart.
As she took him in her mouth, his hands found her hair. Gently, he drove her head down his erection, and then back up again.
The only sound in the grotto was the water falling, and Flynn’s breathing.
When she scraped her fangs across his erection, he nearly came.
“Jolie,” he muttered, staring down his body at her. She was perched between his legs as she worked him hard.
She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. There was this lush woman, ripe with children, sharing her heart with him.
His eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so lucky,” he admitted.
His words caught her off guard.
She stopped and stared at him.
“You were born—first, as Rinnon, and then as my Flynn. That’s all you had to do.”
He pulled her up his torso until she straddled his hips. When he felt the heat of her body, threatening to swallow him, Flynn closed his eyes.
“Please,” he whispered.
Jolie slid him home.
As she began moving, he found the strength to watch her. A wet, pregnant wife was hard to resist.
Then she took his hands in hers, locking them together as she rode.
It was amazing.
“More,” he begged.
Jolie slowed down, rocking them to delirium.
Flynn’s moan filled the room, and it was followed by her breathy gasp of pleasure.
It wasn’t going to be easy not to fall.
She fought to hold on.
“Rinnon,” she whispered, wanting to include him in the moment. She could feel him there, right beneath Flynn’s skin, and he deserved to be part of them too.
Flynn dropped his head back, and when he moved it again, the eyes told the tale.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He sat up, and began using all the power in his arms to lift her up, and then drop her back down until she impaled herself on his erection.
The tip of him kissed so deeply in her body that she gasped with each slide down.
“More,” he growled, wanting all of her.
She let him move her faster, harder, and with all he had. As she was close to the edge, she focused on his face.
“I’ll love you forever, Flynn and Rinnon. I swear on my life. I’ll love you until the day I die.”
They roared in release, the sound of Flynn’s shout and Rinnon’s wings all around her. When he exploded in her, she fell over the edge with him, wrapped protectively in his embrace.
Jolie rested her head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent.
“I love you,” she whispered. “You’re my mate, and I was born for you.”
He cradled her in his arms as he regained his breath.
“I know. I’ve always known.”
It made her heart lighter.
After a few minutes, Flynn recalled what she’d said earlier. “Jolie, baby, what was the second thing you wanted to know?” he asked, leaving kisses across her throat.
She had to focus, but it came back to her.
“It was about your wings.”
Rinnon fielded this one.
“What about it?”
“Can you fly? Or are you like a big sexy ostrich?”
He stared at her.
Then she started laughing. “Yeah, I thought so.”
He grinned, his eyes going blue. “You think that’s funny?” Flynn asked, standing with her in his arms.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Yeah, me too,” he said, right before he jumped into the water. This time, it was chilly, and she gasped when they broke the water.
“Rinnon!”
The laughter was there.
And she joined him.
Their lives were going to be interesting.
That was for sure.
∞ Chapter Thirty-Five ∞
He wanted to be alone. When he called his father, he wanted to make sure no one was around. With the man who helped raise him, one never knew what he would say or do.
It took him a while, but he found his way outside to make the call. Inside the mountain, there wasn’t any cell reception.
Shocking.
The sun was beginning to break over the horizon, so he knew his father would be around.
The man was predictable.
On the eighth ring, as he was about to hang up, his father’s voice came on the line.
“Oui,” it said impatiently.
“Father?” asked Jacques, concerned by the tone of his voice.
“Yes, Jacques how are you?”
Jacques was about to answer him, when his father jumped in interrupting him.
“I assume your trip to Germany was safe and you found that little chalet in the valley to your liking?” he said abruptly.
Jacques was confused, and couldn’t help but feel like his father was trying to tell him something. “The trip was fine, Father. It’s a really nice place.”
“Good, good,” he said softly. “Son, I need to just tell you how I am glad that you chose to hide in Germany. I doubt the Tueur would ever think to look there for you.”
Now Jacques knew something was up.
He also wouldn’t be confused.
“Me too, Dad,” he said playing along, giving his father cues that he understood. “Dad, just so you know, it was good to see you,” he said. “Thank you for your advice on the betrayer.”
There was a pause.
“Son, I am glad I could help, it is always a shame when the betrayer finds you. You know what they say, son. Keep your enemies close and your family closer.”
Jacques laughed, “Dad, you and your old sayings.”
“I have to go, son. If I don’t s
ee you soon, take care of Jolie and enjoy Germany,” he said as the line went dead.
Jacques looked at his phone in his hand and fought hard not to crush it. He watched the sun break the horizon and wished he had never hated his father all these years.
That call had meant one thing.
The Tueur had made a move on them.
They’d gone after his father.
Mordechai had bought them precious time. The only way he’d get him, and Alexzandre back were if he found Gradius and killed the betrayer.
He needed his mates.
When he headed back in, he wasn’t sure the cave would open for him, but it did.
Okay, that was probably good.
Inside, he found Jolie and Flynn on the world’s largest bed. They were cuddling and wet.
He didn’t have time to ask.
“I have a problem.”
“Jacques, are you okay?” Jolie asked.
“I just had the strangest conversation with my father.” He paused looking over at his other mate. Flynn was Flynn, and the easy going smile was gone.
“What happened, Jacques?” he asked.
“He just told me to enjoy the chalet in the valley of Germany.”
“But…” Jolie paused.
Flynn headed his way.
“They have him.”
“Yes,” he said shaking. “He told me ‘Keep your enemies close and your family closer,’ before he hung up.”
“Could he have gotten the saying mixed up?” asked Jolie hopefully.
“No, it was his favorite saying as long as I could remember as a child. He would tell me keep my enemies close so I would never be surprised.”
Jolie hugged him, and he rested his head against hers.
“This is bad. What do I do?” he asked.
Jolie ran her hands up and down his back. The anger was there, vibrating below the surface.
“We find him and Jolie’s brother, and then we kill Gradius,” Flynn stated.
That was his plan.
“I swear that I’ll rip them apart and feel no remorse.”
“No, Jacques,” Flynn said, drawing the man’s attention. “WE will rip them apart, but first, we need to tell Jolie the truth,” said Flynn, hinting at the haze he’d put on her mind.
This was going to be ugly.
“I hope you enjoyed sex, Flynn,” Jacques said. “It’s likely the last time we’re ever touching her.”
Jolie didn’t like the sound of that.
“Flynn? Jacques? What did you do?”
They told her and waited for it…
* * * H a r c o u r t e * * *
Tuesday Morning
France
Kiera could feel herself being carried somewhere, and she didn’t recognize the sounds around her. She’d just woken up, but now she was playing dead.
She prayed they wouldn’t realize it and hurt her. She knew where she needed to be, but now she was scared. At first, this seemed like a damn good idea, but now…
Yeah, she might have screwed up.
When she heard a cell door being opened, there was that feeling of freefalling as she was tossed roughly to the floor. Since they didn’t tie her up, her captors must have believed her to be still unconscious.
There was the silver lining.
That was until she hit the floor with all her weight. It knocked the wind out of her and kept her from shouting in pain.
“Gradius will deal with her when he wakes. Right now, she can lie on the floor,” said the female voice. “She has other issues to worry about.”
When the door slammed, Kiera listened for the footsteps leading away before she opened her eyes.
The cell was cold, damp, and horrible. She could smell blood and hear the ragged breathing emanating from the dark corner.
It was just like her dream.
It was playing out before her, and she knew what was going to happen. She stood and brushed herself off before looking toward the dark corner.
“I know you’re hurt,” she whispered, keeping her voice low. As she moved closer to the dark, she could hear the rustling of chains.
“Don’t,” he hissed. “Don’t come closer.”
She knew she should have been scared but she wasn’t. She remembered his voice, and this was it.
She’d heard this man in her mind the last few days.
Kiera had found him.
“Alexzandre, I’m here to help you. I can get you back to your sister if you trust me.”
The voice growled. “What trick is this? Do you think I’ll fall for this when you’ve abused the truth from me and still found nothing?” he hissed angrily.
“No, she’s my friend,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at the bars to make sure no one was coming.
“Prove it,” he hissed moving slowly out of the shadows so she could see what monster lurked.
Kiera looked at the man. He was cut and bruised. He limped and looked like someone had used him for a pincushion. Pieces of flesh were cut from his body, revealing meat below the skin.
It had to be horribly painful.
Kiera found her courage, and did exactly what she had done in the dream.
“It’s okay, Alexandre. You need blood to heal, so I’ll feed you.”
She moved toward him, and he rushed her. He slammed into her body, taking her to the floor. The cold of the tile was to her back, as the cold of his flesh was to her front.
He felt like a corpse, void of life.
As he pinned her to the floor with his body weight, she could feel teeth sink into her body.
It hurt.
At first, there was pain.
Only it wasn’t from the fangs. It was from the explosion in her head. She could hear him in there, tearing around to find the truth.
He was angry.
He was out of control.
As he sucked violently at her torn throat, she relaxed into it. Kiera had to trust him.
She knew he was meant for her, and she needed to believe that he’d figure it out.
As he raged around, chugging her down, her last thought wasn’t of her life.
It wasn’t of her death.
It was of the man on top of her.
In her mind, she began singing to him.
Hopefully, he’d hear her words and realize she was real.
Before it was too late.
* * * H a r c o u r t e * * *
Jolie didn’t look forward to this.
The men in her life were hiding something, and she could feel it. The way they kept looking back and forth at each other, it didn’t bode well.
“Just say it,” she said, hoping they’d get it over with, and fast.
“I’ve done something.”
“We’ve done something,” Jacques corrected.
“What?”
“Alexzandre.”
She tried to focus, but she couldn’t. “Why can’t I think about him? My head hurts when I try to focus on my brother.”
“Flynn?” Jacques said.
Immediately, he stared into her eyes. “You will remember everything.”
She blinked. “Alex! He’s been taken.”
The men watched her.
“We have to find him! I have to get him back!”
They didn’t speak.
“Wait. You knew that.”
Jolie stood.
She got it.
“Flynn! You took my free will! You used compulsion on me!”
He hated that he did, but he did it for a reason. “I need you to listen. I didn’t do it to hurt you, but we had to make sure you didn’t try to trade yourself away for his life.”
She headed toward him. “So you went into my mind and used vampyre compulsion to make me forget my own brother?”
“Yes.”
“That he is out there somewhere being tortured and abused to find me?”
“Yes.”
She stared at him. “I won’t forgive you for this.”
His mouth opened.
>
Then he closed it. “You being alive is fine. I’d rather you hate me than you die with our children as a martyr for a man who didn’t love you enough to stay.”
His words hurt but deep down, she knew he was right.
She slapped him.
It was hard.
When he looked back, his eyes were black swirls. “Be careful, Jolie. Tread lightly. I don’t put my hands on you in anger. Not yet, anyway.”
Oh, she wasn’t done.
“Death! I know you can hear me! Get here, NOW!”
This was what he was worried about the entire time. Jolie was going to make some bargain for her life, and they’d lose her.
Death appeared. “Well, look at that. I get an invitation to the nest from the chosen woman. How nice.”
Jolie was crying.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
“Death, take me out of here. I can’t be here right now,” she said, moving toward her mistress. “Take me and MY children.”
“Jolie, WAIT!” ordered Flynn, trying to stop her.
“Come, Vanth,” said Death, snapping her fingers. Vanth appeared, and she was eating a leg.
“Later, Rinnon,” Death said, right before they popped out of there.
He roared in anger.
It was too late.
Jolie was gone, and with Death.
This was bad.
Very, very bad.
* * * H a r c o u r t e * * *
He was so damn hungry.
He drank and drank, aware that her life was slipping away. He could feel his body healing, as she gave up her life.
As he feasted, he thought about the singing he now heard.
Shit!
It was her.
It was the woman, who he’d believed was nothing more than his mind playing tricks on him.
Alexandre looked down at her as she lay at his knees.
There was blood on her skin as it oozed from the torn wounds on her throat.
He brutally abused her for her blood, and when he realized who she was, it was too late.
He practically took her life, and here she had been telling the truth.
He had to save her.
She was innocent.
Dangerous Sacrifice (The Harcourte Vampyre Society Book 6) Page 41
