Dangerous Retaliation (The Harcourte Vampyre Society Book 4)

by Kelley, Morgan

  “I’m ready,” said Gress, after Jacques had already finished.

  “I’m already done, Detective.”

  “Oh,” he looked around. “Wow, that’s a handy skill.”

  Flynn stepped forward. “Unfortunately, I don’t have that skill. I still retained that human part, so this may hurt a little.”

  Tommy shrugged. “I can handle it.”

  He didn’t want to stress the man, but he could hear Tommy’s heart pounding in his chest.

  Jolie could feel her mate’s worries, so she stepped in to help him out. As Flynn’s fangs prepared to break skin, Jolie whistled, getting the human detective’s attention. She pulled the vest open, revealing her bikini top.

  “Holy shit,” he muttered, not even thinking about what was happening with his wrist.

  Flynn heard the snaps and fought to not choke on the blood. He reached into his friend’s mind.

  ‘If you drool, I’ll punch you in the face.’

  Tommy was startled by the voice in his head, but he couldn’t help but tease his friend. “Holy shit, Flynn! You're one lucky man. Jolie is hot!”

  She laughed. “We should go. Where are the bikes, my love?” she asked her mate.

  “Outside, Jolie. They’re waiting for us,” replied Jacques, exiting their garage to stop in front of the Fatboys.

  Flynn ran his hand over one of the bikes. “For a really old dead guy, you have amazing taste in toys.”

  “I don’t know why you’re surprised. I may be a vampyre, but I’m still a man. I like shiny toys too.”

  Jolie interrupted them. “Three, Jacques?”

  Flynn knew what was coming. Quickly he dropped to one knee before his mate and took her hand in his. “Jolie Harcourte, will you do me the honor of being my biker bitch for the night?”

  It wasn’t what anyone of them were expecting, especially her.

  Jolie’s laughter tickled across all of their skin. “Absolutely, Flynn. It’ll be my pleasure.” Jolie pulled him to his feet and let him lead her to one of the bikes.

  Jacques growled. He’d only rented three bikes so she’d ride behind him.

  “Score one for team humans,” Flynn said, grinning.

  Jolie laughed. “He got you, Jacques, fair and square. Maybe next time, my love.”

  “I’ll get you yet, Flynn.”

  He swung his leg over the Fatboy before giving his mate a wicked grin. “You keep trying, Jacques. It’s a good thing you have centuries to work on it.”

  All three men started up the bikes. They waited for Tommy to back the Hummer out of the garage before they pulled away.

  It was time.

  The cool evening air flowed all around them. It was really an enjoyable ride. Flynn was probably having the most fun, since he had Jolie wrapped around the back of his body. Her hands were underneath his t-shirt, against his flesh and they were doing really wicked things.

  ‘You're going to get us killed,’ he whispered into her mind. ‘From what I hear, road rash sucks.’

  ‘You asked me to be your biker babe. This is the price you pay. I just can’t seem to help myself. I find I want to run my hands all over you.’

  With that, her hands dipped into the front of his jeans to stroke him.

  ‘Jolie!’

  Flynn was both grateful for the pregnancy hormones and worried. It was like heaven and hell all at once.

  ‘You’re feeling me up in public. People will talk.’

  Jolie ran her hands back up his chest and pressed her body suggestively to the back of his.

  ‘I can’t help it. I want you, Flynn.’

  Oh, he was grateful for that, but still…

  ‘Baby, I’m going to have to walk into a biker bar with a raging hard on. Please.’

  She stopped her exploration. Her hands rested around his waist as she enjoyed the rest of ride. ‘I guess I’ll behave, but that was payback for tossing me over your shoulders like some beer wench.’

  He laughed at the visual.

  At the stoplight, he glanced to his left, noticing a car right beside them. There were five women staring at him and giggling. As he turned his head to tell her it was her fault, there was little warning as her lips crashed into his and she plundered. It was an amazing kiss that nearly caused a fiery combustion right there in the street.

  The women in the car stopped laughing.

  Jolie released the kiss, wrapped her arms around his waist, and then rested her head on his back. Her territory was marked. Jolie glared at them, daring any of the women to make a comment.

  He stared at her over his shoulder, his mouth open. ‘Seriously?’

  ‘Mine!’ she whispered possessively into his mind.

  Yeah, he was definitely okay with that, and the kiss.

  Jacques growled at them. ‘Are you two finished?’ It was hard to not be envious of his mate.

  Jolie’s laughter relaxed them both. She sent Jacques a flood of warmth and love, so he wouldn’t feel left out.

  ‘Wait until we’re home, Jolie,’ warned Jacques, and then the light changed.

  She had news for them.

  She couldn’t wait.

  As they pulled into the bar’s parking lot to leave their bikes, they noticed the Hummer hanging back.

  “Ready?” asked Jolie, as Flynn helped her from the bike. He pulled her under his arm, possessively as they walked into the bar. Together, they sauntered, dividing off from Jacques and Mathew. It appeared to be a man and his bitch just getting some brews.

  Once they cleared the doorway, everything stopped. Eyes were directed at them. Flynn wasn’t sure if it was because they made him as a cop, or because Jolie was the hottest creature in there.

  He nodded at the bartender in greeting before sliding into the badass biker persona.

  Slapping Jolie on the ass, he pointed to the bar.

  “Get me a drink, woman,” he ordered, walking away to meet up with Jacques across the room. It killed him to leave her side, but he had to trust that she’d be safe enough. He’d noticed Mathew not far away, checking out the music selection. His eyes were on Jolie.

  “She’s going to hurt you later,” muttered Jacques, handing his mate a cue stick. When in a biker bar, pretend to play pool.

  Jolie winked at her mates. The bartender’s mind had been easy to slip into to find where Patrick was hiding out.

  Humans were easy prey.

  She dropped the money for four beers on the bar before grabbing the bottles. As she crossed the bar, she scanned the area, checking out all the patrons. It wasn’t lost on her that the bar flies were checking her out too.

  “Thanks, babe,” Brogan said, taking a beer from her.

  Raising his voice, he pointed at her. “I want you to park that sweet ass of yours right on that stool until I need you,” he stated.

  Jolie flushed with lust. Later, they were going to have some really interesting sex. ‘Wait until I get you home tonight, Flynn. I’m going to make you crawl and beg.’

  ‘Probably, but I’m man enough to admit I’ll love every damn second of it.’

  “What did you find, Jolie?” inquired Jacques.

  “Patrick is a regular and comes in around this time every day. Nathaniel’s information was good. He should be in soon. We just need to hang out and wait.”

  Flynn took a shot, breaking the balls. “Then let’s keep ourselves busy. I feel like kicking the shit out of some asshole tonight, but until he arrives, we need to stay in cover.”

  Jolie leaned forward, giving both mates one hell of a peek down her shirt. If Flynn wanted her to play biker babe, she could give him exactly what he wanted.

  God help him.

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  Zola sat across the street in the shadows.

  She was duly impressed.

  Jolie had managed to track the vampyre she was using to do her dirty work.

  Honestly, she believed that she’d have more time to screw with them, but Jolie Harcourte always was lucky.

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sp; It looked like the plans would have to be pushed forward.

  Not that it mattered.

  She was ready to bury her old mistress and the filthy mates she loved so very much.

  It was time to switch it up and take care of the problem at hand.

  Someone’s blood was going to be spilled.

  And it wasn’t going to be hers.

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  Tommy Gress was accustomed to a stakeout. When he saw the man approaching the bar, he sent a message to his family inside.

  This had to be the vampyre they were waiting for inside.

  The way he moved just screamed ‘bastard’.

  Silently, he reached into their minds to call for them.

  ‘Heads up. Baldy is walking into the bar right now.’

  Okay, it was show time.

  Tommy only hoped his partner had this one.

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  The men continued to play pool as they watched the vampyre arrive. When he sat at the counter and ordered a drink, they needed to get his focus on them.

  “Hey, babe, I need a beer. You're slacking. Shake that ass on over there and get me one.” Brogan pulled a twenty from his pocket and tucked it into the front of her vest, close to her breasts. Leaning down he kissed her hard.

  “Me too,” answered Jacques, trying not to laugh as he handed her the empty. Fortunately for them, there was a potted plant not far away. It was getting one hell of a watering tonight.

  Flynn growled low enough for only them to hear.

  He grinned, loving that he was able to boss her around. This was priceless. He’d give anything to be in charge when it came to them. This was like a dream come true.

  When she began walking away, he called her back. “Hey, come here,” he ordered, pulling her against his torso. “Put a smile on that beautiful face,” he said, staring down into her eyes.

  He saw the frustration there. Jolie wasn’t used to being a prop. She was generally the main event.

  Instead of rubbing it in, he brought his lips to her ear and whispered. It was intimate, sweet, and something lovers would share.

  She relaxed.

  Running her hand over his chest, Jolie was in a better mood. “I’ll be right back, handsome,” she offered.

  “Get him back here, Jolie.”

  She winked. “Absolutely.”

  “Lose the French accent,” suggested Flynn. “It’s a dead vampyre giveaway.”

  Jolie stared up at him innocently. “What accent?” Miraculously it was gone.

  He was impressed.

  With that, she crossed the bar to take care of business.

  “Can I get two more?” she asked, smiling at the bartender. ‘Accidentally’, she brushed against the man beside her. “Sorry,” she apologized.

  “No problem, sugar. You got a name?”

  She grinned at him. “Yes.”

  “You gonna tell me it?” he asked, leaning close to her body to take a peek down her vest.

  “Maybe.”

  He took that as his cue that she was interested. After winking, he patted her on the ass. “I thought so.”

  “If you want my name you need to take it up with my old man. He fancies himself stellar in pool. If you beat him, maybe you’ll get more than just my name. If you have the balls that is.” Jolie threw the money down on the counter and grabbed the beers. “See ya, sexy.”

  Patrick watched her walk away.

  Oh, he was going to beat the man at pool, and then have his way with his woman. She smelled really good, and he couldn’t wait to get her alone.

  Back at the pool table, she handed Jacques his beer, and then held Flynn’s while he aimed.

  Jolie whispered. “Miss that shot.” She turned her head so only he could hear her.

  Flynn scratched. Taking his beer, he sat on the stool as Jacques took his turn. “He’s not coming over.”

  “Wait for it.” Jolie unsnapped her vest and leaned against him. “He wants what you have. Trust me. He’ll be over here before you know it.” Blowing into his ear, she pressed her barely covered breasts into his body. “Focus on me. In fact, feel me up and make it good.”

  It wasn’t like he’d have to fake that.

  Turning, he forced her face toward his. When Flynn’s lips met hers, he dove into the kiss, controlling it. Hands wandered up under her vest, as he tried not to get lost in the moment.

  It wasn’t easy. He was groping Jolie in a bar full of vampyres, and she was making him hard as steel.

  When she stroked him through his jeans, Flynn wanted to clear the table and take her right there. He grabbed her by the ass, taking two handfuls.

  “Here he comes,” warned Jacques, getting turned on himself. It was hard not to picture the three of them in bed. He was connected, sharing the building lust.

  “Jolie, forgive me in advance,” Flynn apologized by whispering against her mouth. “Play along.”

  “Hey, sugar,” said the bald man. “You busy tonight? Want to go home with a real man?”

  Jacques tensed.

  “I know you’re not talking to my girl,” said Flynn, setting her free. He placed Jolie safely behind him as he set up the next shot.

  “I was. What do you say we play for her?”

  Flynn stared at the shorter man. “What do you mean by ‘play’?” He leaned over the pool table menacingly.

  “When I win, I get her out back for a while.”

  Jolie feigned horror. “Baby, you can’t!” she objected and pulled on his arm.

  “Let go of me, bitch,” he growled.

  She took a step back, feigning helplessness and fear.

  Patrick was intrigued. “What do you say? You obviously own that tight piece of ass, and I want to take her for a ride.”

  Flynn considered it. He took a long pull from his beer and stared at the man. “What do I get if I win?”

  The man snapped his fingers and a blonde and a redhead appeared at his side.

  Both were very human and very much under his compulsion. Flynn could see the fang marks on their necks. They were unwilling donors.

  Great.

  This vampyre was a dick.

  “They like group sex,” he said, pointing at Jacques and Mathew. “The rougher the better. All three of you can take turns banging them, and they’ll keep begging for more. I guarantee it.”

  Jacques gave them a bored shrug. “If you do it, I get the redhead. I’m not big on blondes.” He, too, had lost his accent.

  “I’ll do the blonde. I won’t be looking at her face. I guess it’s a deal.”

  Jolie went to object, only to have Flynn turn on her.

  “I said sit. If you get up one more time, you’re not going to like the pain I inflict on you. I think you know what I mean.”

  She tried to look afraid.

  Flynn stared at her sympathetically. He couldn’t believe he was being this disrespectful to his pregnant mate.

  Jacques racked the balls, knowing where they were taking this. “I hope the redhead is more into sex than she looks. What’s she on? They look strung out.”

  Patrick snapped his fingers and the woman strolled over to him, running her hands all over his chest. “I promise she’ll put out, and you’ll enjoy every second of it.”

  Jacques grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look into his eyes. “Is that true, sweetheart? Are you going to ride my dick with enthusiasm?”

  She nodded.

  Again, he shrugged, unwilling to look at Jolie. He could feel her gaze when the woman began touching him.

  “I just hope she’s a real redhead,” Jacques added crassly. “I don’t like surprises.”

  Patrick laughed. “Oh, she definitely is, and I think you’re both going to like their mouths. I know I do.”

  Flynn wanted to puke. Maybe it was the beer, or the fact that he was picturing another woman with her head in his lap.

  “Then let’s get this shit started. I have a date with blondie, and I don’t w
ant to be late.”

  “Yes, lets.”

  ∞ Chapter Twenty-Seven ∞

  The game started.

  At first, it seemed like a normal billiards gameuntil Flynn felt the touch of a stranger in his mind. He assumed it was the vampyre in front of him.

  Well, they had a surprise for Patrick. While he was trying to get him to lose, Jacques was in his head keeping their secrets safe. Oh, he had every intention of scratching on the next shot, just not for the same reason the vampyre wanted him too.

  When his turn came, Jolie winked at him.

  It helped Flynn calm down. He just hoped that when she was trapped with this asshole, she’d be safe. He’d never forgive himself if she wasn’t.

  He took his shot.

  And lost.

  “It looks like the little hot piece of ass is all mine,” he said, dropping his stick.

  “It looks like. Don’t mark up her face. The rest of her body is up to you. We can throw clothes over that until she heals.” Flynn took a swig of his beer.

  Those words made him want to toss his cookies. The idea of anyone touching her body put him into a rage.

  If not for Jacques in his head, he would have beat the man to a bloody pulp with his cue stick.

  Sue him. He was a mate.

  “Tell you what, my friends. Since you’re being a good loser, and it was a good game, you can have the girls anyway.” Patrick snapped his fingers and on cue, the women appeared at Flynn and Jacques’s sides.

  When one put her hand on Jacques’s crotch, Jolie nearly lost her mind. Then, as if to really test her patience, the blonde picked up Flynn’s hand and placed it over her cleavage.

  Yeah, this wasn’t going to be pretty.

  She was seriously going to kill the women and possibly her mates when they got home. They were enjoying this a little too much.

  “Great. We may join you out in the alley after we get acquainted,” Flynn stated. His eyes never left Jolie’s as a silent promise was shared with her.

  He wouldn’t let her get hurt.

  Jolie struggled against Patrick as he pulled her away from her mates. It was easy to pretend to be helpless. He was thinking about her body, and not checking to see if she was one of his kind.