Then she heard a noise down the hall, coming from the room where Dante slept, and she changed her plan. Why go it alone when you had a healthy hunk of a man for the taking.
With a deep breath to steady herself, she walked to his room and knocked. Her tongue nearly fell out when he answered the door. All he wore was a pair of navy pajama bottoms that dipped low enough on his hips to tease the viewer to the core. The hair covering his broad chest was dark and curly and she longed to run her nails along his flesh. It looked like he’d just stepped out of the shower. His hair was still damp and slicked back from his face. She loved his eyes. So dark and fanned by thick, black lashes. And his sculpted face wasn’t half bad to look at either.
“Hi,” he said to her in that low gravelly voice that shot right to her loins.
“Hi. I heard you moving about in here and thought I would come by and say hi. How’s your arm?”
“Sore. I opened it up again.” He shrugged wide shoulders. “Shit happens. Wanna come in?”
She was so hoping he would ask that. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He smelt spicy and so damn tempting. He closed the door when she’d entered and her body lit up like a rocket. “I was bored in my room, so I thought I’d take a walk. I have all this energy inside of me that I don’t know what to do with.” Yes she did, but men liked women who were coy, who seduced.
“Trinity said you fed. Probably the reason why you feel juiced.”
She walked about the room in a slow swagger, running a finger along the wall, then over his bedside table before turning to him. “Yeah, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I actually liked the taste of it. I was worried about drinking it, but Trinity was very patient with me while I sampled it.” She stroked her hand along the silk cloth on his bed. If that didn’t give him the hint as to what she wanted, then he was a very stupid male.
“Yeah…um…Trinity’s a great gal.”
“She really is. I like her, and Ariel. Basil’s pretty decent, too.” She sauntered towards him with full intentions of making him want her. One look at the tent in his pajamas told her he wanted her just as much. “I like you the most.” In a bold statement, she slid her finger nail along his bare chest. It was with absolute delight that she felt him quiver.
“Uh…I like you, too.”
Smiling, she leaned up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was quite a bit taller than her, but not enough to make it awkward to kiss him. And when her mouth touched his, her body came alive with need. She could feel his erection pressing between them and from the size of it; she was in for a delightful event. She twined her fingers at the back of his neck and angled her head to deepen the kiss. He kissed like a pro.
Slipping her tongue between his lips, she touched the tip of his, then went all the way. She shoved her tongue in his mouth, toying with his, scraping it on his teeth while her lips drank him in. Between them, she felt his dick twitch.
She lifted one leg and hooked it around his waist, then pumped her hips against his rock hard cock. “Touch me,” she demanded breathlessly against his mouth while her hips rocked back and forth against him. It hadn’t been that long ago that she’d had sex, yet she felt like it had been ages. She was incredibly horny.
His hands skimmed under her t-shirt and up her back. Then she felt them move to her sides and under her arms. Every pore in her body seemed to be so alive. Sensitive. Alert. And when his thumb brushed the side of her breast, the sensation shot right into her belly. “Jesus.”
She had to feel him, now. She shot one hand down between then and pushed her way beneath his pajama bottoms. The instant she felt the tip of his member she knew she had to taste it. Yanking the drawstring open, she drew herself away from his mouth and slid down his body.
“Sweet God, Gypsy.”
She was sure if she could see his face now, his eyes would be crossed. She was proud to admit she gave good head, and men loved her pierced tongue. It scraped along the shaft as she licked her way to the top. Then opening her mouth wide, took him all the way in. He gripped her head as she bobbed up and down on his cock. She loved the feel of a man in her mouth, loved the sounds they made when she sucked on them, loved to bring them all the way to the verge, then drink them down in one, long gulp.
Dante didn’t disappoint her when he shot his load into her mouth.
She sucked him dry as he grunted with his release. And when he was finished, she released him and slid her way back up his body. “My turn.”
“Sweet fucking God! I don’t know if I have anything left to give you.”
“I’m betting you do.” She drew the zipper of her jeans down then kicked herself free of them. It was convenient that she didn’t have any underwear because it made jumping him so much easier. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she pulled herself up while he grabbed hold of her ass. Then she sunk down over his throbbing dick.
He penetrated her and the sensation was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“I need the bed.” He panted against her neck as he walked them to his bed then laid her on it all without losing much rhythm.
“Fuck me hard,” she demanded, and lifting her legs high, she rested them on his neck.
“Holy fuck!”
That move always astonished the men she’d fucked. It wasn’t just pleasurable for her, but for the man as well. She enjoyed being folded like a sandwich and pounded into delirium. And Dante didn’t disappoint.
The headboard clanked with every hard thrust and the bed shook. She felt crazy with need and having him deep inside of her was driving her crazy. He wasn’t just long but thick as well and spread her wide. Feeling the orgasm approaching, she slipped a hand between them and massaged her clit.
“Yes, yes, like that. Harder, harder.” He pumped himself into her in rapid fire motion and the wave crashed through her. “Oh…my…God…” It was a never ending pulsating wash of wave after wave of sensations. Her hand worked feverishly on her clit, rubbing side to side. She didn’t want it to ever end and the way things were going, it might never end.
“Oh, Christ!” He grunted and with one final thrust, pumped himself into her.
She felt him spurting inside as her own orgasm stilled. Then he fell on top of her and she spread her legs, sliding them down his arms until they rested around his waist. “That was incredible.”
“And then some. I can’t feel my legs.”
She laughed and turning her head, saw the blood trickling from beneath the bandage. Instincts kicked in and she slipped her tongue out to lap it up.
And the flavor of him hit a familiar taste bud inside of her that wanted more.
He jerked away, then bolted back as if he’d seen a ghost. “Were you just going to bite me?”
She sat up on her elbows, her body suddenly coming back to life. “I…uh…no, I just…your arm is bleeding. I…tasted it. You don’t taste bitter like the blood Trinity gave me.”
He glanced over at his shoulder and swore. “Fuck. It’s open again. No biting. Got it?” He aimed a stern look in her direction.
“I wasn’t going to bite you. The thought never even occurred to me. I like the taste of you.” She smiled, wishing he would come back and give her more of his honey, and his cock. “I like the feel of you.”
“Just as long as you know I won’t stand for you biting me.”
“I promise. I won’t bite you, Dante. Now come here and fuck me.”
“Jesus,” he laughed. “Girl, you just fucked me dry.”
One look told her he wouldn’t be up for that particular challenge anytime soon. “There are other ways of satisfying me.” She spread her legs and ran a hand over her still damp pussy.
He got the hint and with a wicked smile, dropped to his knees and lapped her up.
***
Chaos was feeling claustrophobic and wanted desperately to go o
ut in the fresh air. What good was blotting out the sun if you couldn’t go out in the dark and hunt? As he’d planned. But the king was supposed to have killed Basil and Trinity for him. The king was supposed to be here now. But instead, he was gone and Trinity and Basil stalked the darkness taking out anyone and everyone with fangs in hopes of finding him. He wasn’t worried his men would rat him out, because they had no idea where he hid out. Sure, he was in the tunnels with them often enough, but his home, where he hid, was kept a secret and only one man knew where it was.
Daniel.
He was proving to be very resourceful. Daniel had instructed his men to take digital photos of Basil’s home as well as a video of the property. The stone walls didn’t go all the way around the property, which was good. He could get a crew together to stalk in through the forested area behind the castle and sneak up to the house. Then it was as simple as breaking in and attacking.
That plan was currently being formulated and perfected. Everything had to be right when they tried.
He’d been informed that the house on Baker Avenue had been torched. Good. Leave no evidence behind that could lead Basil and Trinity to him. So far his men had accumulated fifty humans. That was fifty more vampires in the city. And when they were ready to go out, they’d gather more. Even though his original plan had gone horribly wrong, he still had a secondary plan. But without the king, it made it so much more difficult.
Chaos wished he had the king’s ability for mind control, and if he’d been sired by him, he would have had some of it. But no, Basil had been the one to take him and make him into a vampire. Chaos remembered it well. Basil had been half out of his mind with hunger, and rightfully so as his father had starved him for five days. He’d been chained down to a steel cot and Chaos had been led to him in only a black robe. Basil had latched onto his neck and had drunk him nearly dry. He didn’t remember drinking from Basil because he’d blacked out. But when he’d woken, blood still on his lips, he knew he had finally achieved what he’d wanted.
He was a part of the king.
And when Basil had banished the king, Chaos had been furious. He would have taken him out then and there, but Basil had gone into hiding and since he’d only drank from him once, the power to find him wasn’t strong enough. And when Basil had finally surfaced, Chaos decided the best plan would be to watch his father take him out as payback.
And it would have been nice if Trinity hadn’t sent the king away.
She would pay for that.
In the worst way.
Chapter Six
They gathered in the study at just after four in the afternoon. He was still trying to get used to the lack of sun and his body was beginning to feel the effects. His sleeping patterns were out of whack and he felt sluggish and achy. But Jonah kept it to himself because he didn’t want to worry his wife more than she already was. He knew she hated when he went out on patrol and, truth be told, so did he. But without him, there was only Basil and Dante and a few of Basil’s vampire friends, which weren’t many. They were a sad number against a rapidly growing vampire race.
So he went out, night after night, and helped to bring in more vamps in hopes one of them would lead them to where Chaos was keeping himself hidden.
So far, they’d had no luck.
He loved his wife for how strong she was in such a trying time. His Ariel, his light. She was feeling the effects of the lack of sun and bizarre sleeping patterns as well. But she was holding up incredibly well, and even now, as the four gathered to talk their plans over, she was keeping Gypsy company and occupied while they worked.
“I need your computer expertise,” Basil said pointblank as he drew a cigarette from the gold case on the desk and lit it with a black lighter he kept in his shirt pocket.
It had been days since he’d had anything computer related and hearing Basil ask for his help now was music to his ears. He laced his fingers together and stretched his hands out, smiling like a kid in a candy store. “Yeah, now we’re talking my language.”
“Can you come up with a homing device that we can insert under the skin of a vamp, something he or she wouldn’t detect but would allow us to trace them?”
“Do you have any idea what you’re asking me to do? There is major technology involved in creating a homing device especially something undetectable, not to mention the time and energy involved in creating such a device.”
“He likes to do this,” Trinity explained to a confused Basil. “Just go with it.”
“It would take hours of meticulous work, finite detail, the proper tools and equipment and chips, not just any chips but the best chips. That is a lot to ask a guy.”
“Can you do it?” Basil asked with absolutely no humor in his voice whatsoever.
“Hell yeah!” Jonah’s face stretched wide with the smile. This was right up his alley. He missed working with electronics and computers.
“Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” Basil asked in a disgusted tone.
Jonah smiled and threaded his fingers through his sandy hair. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Told you. He lives for moments like this.”
“Moron.” Basil rolled his eyes. “Give me a list of what you’ll need and I’ll get the items for you.”
“What are you thinking with these devices?” Dante wanted to know. He stood near the window, leaning against the wall casually.
“I want them small enough so that we can implant them somewhere under their skin, where they won’t notice them and then track them. If we get lucky, one of them will lead us to Chaos.”
Jonah nodded in agreement with Basil. “In the scalp would be a good place to insert it. It would be hidden by the hair and the irritation it might cause would be stroked off as scalp itch.”
“That’s a good idea.” Dante nodded with a smirk.
“That’s why I’m the brain of the group.”
“Or, as we like to call you, the nerd.”
Jonah frowned at Basil, not liking that term at all. “Who is this we?”
“All of us?” He thumbed first to Trinity then Dante. “Even your wife.”
Jonah snarled at Basil. “Okay, that I don’t believe. Ariel would never call me a nerd.”
“She calls you a nerd,” Trinity verified, laying a hand on his shoulder.
He huffed. “I’m going to have a talk with that woman. I am not a nerd. I am highly intelligent when it comes to electronics and computers but that does not make me a nerd.”
“Okay, geek, whatever you say.” Basil sneered.
“Pissing me off won’t get you those chips you want, Bastard—oops, I mean Basil.”
“Okay, boys. Let’s not get into a pissing contest right now. Get Basil the list as soon as you can, okay.” Jonah nodded, still giving Basil the evil look. “What have you learned from Gypsy, Dante?”
“Huh? What? Me?”
Trinity’s brow lifted. “Unless you’ve decided to change your name? Has she told you anything?”
“No, no she hasn’t. We didn’t talk much…I mean, we haven’t talked much.” He ran a hand over his mouth.
Everyone just stared at him.
“What?”
“You’re having sex with her,” Basil stated.
“Dante. You didn’t?” Trinity sighed.
“What? Why is it so bad if I did? She’s a hot chick and more than old enough to consent and I’m a big boy.” He justified.
“She could be the enemy.”
“Which, I highly doubt,” he responded to Basil with a snarl.
“We don’t know enough about her yet to determine that,” Trinity advised.
“Maybe D had this planned. You know, sleeping with the enemy to get the answers.” Jonah piped in with a bit of humor. He could see where this conversation was headed and they
didn’t need to piss off their best man right now.
Dante shot Jonah a sneer. “I did not plan this and she is not the enemy. She was an innocent victim in this insane war right now and you all might remember that before you persecute her.” He left in a huff, slamming the door in the process.
“I don’t think that was a good idea.” Both Basil and Trinity looked over at Jonah. “Pissing him off.”
“You just worry about getting me that list, Jonah.” Like Dante, Basil stalked out of the room in a huff.
“Well, it’s just you and me kid. Unless you want to storm out too?”
She walked over to him and sat down on the brown leather sofa he sat on. Her hand came up and she touched his face. “You’ve got bags under your eyes.”
“What’s with the mother act? You’re scaring me, Trin.” She had never been the kind to be all sweet and worried.
“It all part of this new queen thing. Kind of sneaks up on me sometimes.” She shuddered as if shaking it off. “Okay, straight up, Jonah. How are you holding up?”
He relaxed beside her. They were as close as if they’d grown up together. “I’m tired. I’m not sleeping so well, but none of us are.”
“Yeah, but you’re human. You need sleep.” She waited a beat before continuing. “You don’t like going out to fight, do you?”
“Hey, I’m a lover, not a fighter.” When all Trinity did was sneer at him, he let out a breath and continued. “I hate it. But I’m needed, so I go. I want this all to stop and I know the only way to do that is to find Chaos. To find Chaos means going out in search of someone who will rat him out. It’s a viscous cycle but it’s what has to be done.”
“Well, from now on you’re of more use here working on those chips.” She rested a hand on his shoulder, gave it a squeeze as she stood.
“Ariel will like that. She misses having me around all the time.”
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