Dangerous Sacrifice (The Harcourte Vampyre Society Book 6) Page 6

  She stared at him.

  She saw the truth.

  Flynn rarely lied when he was human, and he certainly didn’t now.

  “Flynn.”

  “No, Jolie. You’re going to listen, and you’re going to listen well. You need to be safe. If I have to be domineering, handcuff you to my side, Jacques’s, or Vanth’s, I damn well will, and you’ll accept it for the next couple of months. I think after all I’ve sacrificed, you could meet me halfway and sacrifice something too.”

  He moved closer, fully expecting her to take a step back. Only she didn’t move. Jolie was standing her ground.

  Jolie felt horrible.

  He was right. They’d damned him to a life of eternal unrest, and if they died, he’d walk the Earth alone. He had made a huge sacrifice. The next three months were nothing compared to what he’d given.

  She’d swallow it.

  She’d do it.

  She’d give him this.

  Jolie didn’t want to see him suffer—not her Flynn. Beneath the feathers and fury, there was the man she first fell in love with a year ago.

  “I love you, Flynn.”

  That caught him off guard.

  “What?”

  “If you’re going to handcuff me to someone, I’d prefer it be you, if I get a choice.”

  He stared at her.

  She looked calm, and the corners of her lips were curled up in a sexy little smile.

  The storm had passed.

  “You were right. I shouldn’t have been angry. A part of me knows that you’re doing this for all the right reasons, and a part of me is beyond frustrated.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re right, and being locked away reminds me of my time with Goethe. I’m not saying you’re like him. I’m saying losing my freedom makes me edgy.”

  His eyes bled back to the sexy blue, and he was calm. “I don’t want to lock you away, Jolie. I want you to see the facts and understand.”

  “I do. The fact is, I’m helpless.”

  He heard the sadness in her voice.

  “I was primus once. I was one of the strongest vampyres still alive. I was ancient, and now I’m not even as strong as a human.”

  He touched her cheek. “That’s not true, Jolie. You’re very strong. You’re simply vulnerable. You’re still primus, and I’d bow to you any day of the week, but when it comes to keeping you safe, we’re going to do everything it takes. I don’t want to lose you, baby. It scares me.”

  And here was her mate beneath the other entity sharing his sexy shell.

  Here was the vulnerability.

  Here was the sweetness.

  Here was her detective.

  Yes, he’d been right. Now she needed to fix the fight that she’d started out of anger—especially the part where she wanted the other man back.

  She didn’t.

  Jolie only wanted this version of Flynn.

  “I love you too.”

  “You’re still Jolie. You’ll always be her. You have to let me lead on this one. Let me wrap myself around you and keep you safe.”

  Oh, she wanted to wrap herself around him in the worst way.

  In her head, she began thinking about sex, and when Flynn didn’t react, she realized he wasn’t lurking in the shadows of her thoughts.

  Perfect.

  “You’re still fast, strong, and cunning.”

  Yes, yes she was.

  When he moved away for a brief moment, taking his eyes off her, she waited for that split second where he’d turn.

  When he did, she attacked.

  Jolie was still fast, and she hit him pretty hard, taking him to the bed behind them.

  They tumbled, and Flynn had a second to react before she landed roughly on top of him. He turned, making sure she hit the mattress back first.

  When she did, he pinned her beneath him. It wasn’t easy, since they had two unborn babies between them.

  She stared up and into his eyes. “Prove to me that I’m more. I need you, Flynn.”

  He blinked, sniffing the air around them. The pheromones were flowing, and Jolie was hungry for him.

  Before he could say anything, her hands were buried in his silky black hair, and she was pulling his lips to hers.

  Flynn rolled to the side so she’d have better access to his mouth. As soon as their lips met, the explosion happened around them.

  ‘I love you so much,’ Jolie whispered into his mind. ‘I never want the old Flynn back. I only want this Flynn.’

  His heart skipped in his chest.

  ‘Let me protect you, baby. Let me be the man who keeps you safe, loved, and cherished.’

  She could do that. For the next couple of months, she’d give him this. He’d earned it.

  ‘Yes, Flynn. I hand that control over to you.’

  Flynn knew how precious a gift that was for her. Jolie was hurting inside, and he wanted to make sure she felt cherished.

  ‘I am.’

  Slowly, they released the kiss.

  “I want you, Jolie. Tell me how you want me to please you.”

  Her heart skipped. “Just be you.”

  “He’s rough, wild, and…”

  She covered his mouth with her hand. “And mine.”

  The switch was flipped.

  The monster in him was battling to be free, and her words lit the flame inside him.

  This was his mate.

  As their lips found each other again, there was a frenetic meeting of mouths. Jolie practically tried to climb into him.

  Flynn moaned.

  He was going to let Jolie have her fun.

  He would be her playground any day. Normally, he was the one who was more aggressive, but today, she needed to burn off that frustration.

  When she climbed onto his body, still not breaking the kiss, his temperature shot up.

  ‘Clothes,’ she whispered into his mind.

  Flynn snapped his fingers, and they were naked. That was probably the handiest bedroom trick he had in his arsenal.

  The wetness of her body was pressed to his erection, and Flynn wanted nothing more than to take her in some wild romp, but he would bide his time.

  Jolie made love to his mouth, her fangs finding his lip and sinking into the plump softness. As his blood began filling her mouth, she was in Heaven.

  He tasted so damn good.

  ‘Not as good as you taste,’ he replied into her mind.

  While she wanted his mouth on that most sensitive part of her body, right now, she wanted to work out her frustrations on the man beneath her. To her, the best way was rough, sweaty sex.

  Flynn held on as she slid across his erection. The trail of wetness called to him, and he desperately wanted to pleasure her until she screamed his name.

  Jolie finished drinking from his mouth and pulled free.

  “You drive me insane.”

  “It’s the blood,” he offered as an explanation.

  She touched his face. “It’s the man, not the blood, Flynn. It’s always been you.”

  His heart skipped in love.

  Jolie would always be his, and that gave him immeasurable peace.

  As she stared down at him, so much love in her eyes, she slid him home.

  Flynn moaned.

  “Jesus, Jolie,” he muttered. “That’s the best feeling in the world.”

  She felt so damn good. The wet, tight heat enveloped him, pulling him to the edge.

  “Flynn,” she whispered, the chills racing through her body. As of late, she noticed that when entered her, there was a reaction of sorts between them.

  It was like two halves returning to a whole.

  She felt it with Jacques too, but with Flynn…it was insane. She wondered if he felt it too.

  “I do,” he replied, his hands finding her hips, so she could begin the ride. Once she did, he knew he’d be in absolute bliss.

  His mate brought it out in him.

  Jolie braced her hands on his chest and began rocking back and
forth. Flynn’s eyes bled to the darkest black, and when he blinked, it stole Jolie’s breath.

  She could see to his soul.

  ‘I don’t have one,’ he reminded her.

  Jolie let the demon in him call the death in her. ‘You don’t need one. You have so much more.’

  He loved her.

  Flynn was born to be her mate. All those years ago, he was created for this moment in time.

  She was loved.

  There wasn’t a thing he didn’t cherish about his woman. As she rode his body, long black hair tickling his legs and chest, he saw she was close to the edge.

  “Oh God! Flynn!” she whispered, her body beginning to shake.

  He let her ride him, finding all the pleasure she could from their joining. When she was done, he would begin seeking what he craved most.

  Her.

  Jolie could feel her whole body going numb with the pleasure. As Flynn filled her, she pictured herself breaking apart into a million pieces.

  With a flick of his finger, she did just that.

  He watched her tumble, and when she went to fall, he rolled, protecting their little ones.

  As Jolie tumbled, the whole world rolled around her. Then she found herself on her knees with Flynn behind her.

  He loved this position, and she did too since she was getting too wobbly to try out anything acrobatic.

  “You had your fun, but I’m going to take my mate,” he said, growling in her ear.

  Jolie’s heart skipped. “Yes, please.”

  He took that as his invitation and forced his way into her body, through the wetness and past the tightening of her muscles.

  When he finally found himself buried to the base, he growled. “You’re mine, and you’ll always be mine.”

  He claimed her.

  He was rough.

  He was wild.

  He had no mercy, and she didn’t stop him. As he drove himself in and out of her body, she moaned and made little breathy gasps.

  It was beyond hot.

  This was how he liked her, trapped beneath him, a prisoner to his sexual whims. As he drove into her, he could feel the tattoo on his back heating up. At first, he ignored it, but then it began taking over.

  Flynn wanted death.

  He wanted to feel the blood rolling over his tongue.

  The destruction called to him, and he was helpless to fight it.

  Jolie sensed the difference in him, and she didn’t know what to do. She called for her other mate, but they were sealed into the room.

  “Flynn,” she began, as he continually took her over and over again.

  He couldn’t hear a thing.

  He was too busy taking what was his.

  As he hit Jolie in just that perfect spot, she came around him, and it made him wilder.

  “Oh Flynn!” she moaned, as he kept pummeling that one spot to give her as much pleasure as possible.

  He could hear her.

  He could see how he was battering her body.

  Then he felt the need to pour into her, claiming what was rightfully his.

  “Jolie,” he moaned, as there was a tightening in his body.

  “Flynn,” she whispered, as he held her to the front of his body. He frenetically rode her, taking all she had to offer.

  When her nails found his thigh, the explosion happened. He came so hard, it stole his breath, and they both felt it.

  As soon as she shouted his name, the tendrils of death crept from her body to his.

  They feasted.

  Fed.

  Enjoyed.

  Flynn held her protectively against him as he sat. They didn’t speak as death continued to feed on their energy.

  Jolie’s breathing forced him to focus.

  “Did I hurt you?” he whispered, running his fangs across her shoulder.

  “No, my love, you didn’t.”

  He relaxed.

  “The babies?” he asked, sliding his large palm to her belly to check on them.

  “They’re swimming around.”

  He smiled.

  Yes, they were. He could hear them trying to communicate with him.

  They were precious little demons, and he loved them both with all of his heart.

  “I’m still mad at you,” she muttered, remaining in his lap. Flynn was still buried in her, and he was still throbbing.

  He licked at her neck, tasting the pheromones she was giving off.

  “Why’s that?” he asked.

  “I wanted to have my wicked way with you, but you somehow distracted me.”

  He began laughing.

  “If you really want to…,” he offered. His hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts. When his thumbs brushed her nipples, she moaned.

  “Flynn.”

  “We can pretend you’re teaching me a lesson for being bossy. I won’t even stop you.”

  “That’s tempting.”

  “Know what’s even more tempting?” he asked, teasing her with his fingers.

  “Hmmmm?” she asked, nearly distracted.

  “We’re leaving the house tomorrow at dusk, and you’re going to get some shopping done.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him. “Flynn, if you’re screwing with me, I’ll hurt you and not in the way you like.”

  He snorted. “Duly noted, Mistress.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep.”

  She wanted to do cartwheels. Then she recalled the sexy man beneath her. She had something else in mind, and it involved fun acrobatics.

  Screw being pregnant.

  “You’re thinking,” he murmured, scraping his fangs across her throat.

  He bit into her neck, making her body shake.

  Her tongue was suddenly tied.

  ‘Do you want me, Jolie?’ he asked silently as he moved through her mind to find her needs.

  How could she not?

  He was her addiction and obsession.

  “Yes, Flynn. God! Yes!”

  ‘Then take me.’

  Jolie didn’t hesitate. She pulled free of his mouth and took her mate.

  And it was one hell of a ride.

  * * * H a r c o u r t e * * *

  In Transit

  From Italy

  He didn’t know where he was, but Alexandre was in pain. There were silver manacles around his wrists, and he was chained inside a cage.

  He was in the cargo hold of some plane, and he didn’t doubt where he was heading.

  Shit!

  He wished they killed him.

  As he stared down at the silver blade still stuck in his body, he could smell his own blood.

  They were trying to keep him weak. With the tips of his fingers, he fought to reach it. Moving hurt, and it forced the silver cuffs around his wrists and neck into his skin.

  He needed a fighting chance.

  He needed to stop the bleeding so he would heal.

  Somehow, he reached the hilt with his fingers, and he pulled it out.

  It hurt like a bitch.

  At least he’d bought himself some time.

  When the plane hit some turbulence, his battered body sung in agony. Again, he reached for his sister, but couldn’t connect.

  Then he saw the herbs coating his pants.

  Voodoo.

  Shit!

  This had gone from bad to worse.

  Alexzandre was helpless.

  He was at their mercy.

  And no one knew he was even gone…

  ∞ Chapter Five ∞

  Tuesday

  The blackness stirred uneasily like ripples in a pond. It was time to wake, and Jolie could feel herself being lifted through the dark murkiness and toward the light.

  Their mistress was done with her, and soon, Jacques would follow. As Jolie opened her eyes, starting another day, she could see her one mate working out in the corner.

  Flynn was doing copious amounts of pushups as he worked his body to the point of sweating.

  Now that was something she cou
ld wake up to every morning, even if it wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t as if his body could change.

  He was trapped as he appeared.

  “I can make that fantasy of yours happen,” Flynn teased as he heard her thoughts.

  She flushed, even as she continued to watch, amused by the man. He was a demon and vampyre, and he was still exercising.

  “It’s more to calm the demons in my head, less about the one squatting in my body,” he admitted, still not looking over.

  “What has you worked up?” Jolie asked, sitting up.

  “While you were sleeping, your tattoo got warm. I could feel it against my side, and it was making mine act all weird. I figured it was best I move away from it until we figure out when yours is going to come to life.”

  That was new for her.

  “Weird? Define weird, Flynn.”

  “I had the overwhelming need to kill something, so I have been focusing on the workout. It’s keeping my head clear.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He glanced over, his eyes black as night. “You never have to apologize to me, my love. Never.”

  She moved toward him, and he paused from his pushups. Jolie loved watching his flesh ripple. She wasn’t sure if it was the vampyre, demon beneath, or simply the man.

  “It’s all three.”

  Lucky her.

  “What do you need?” she asked

  “Do me a favor. Sit on me.”

  She didn’t understand why. “Uh, okay,” she said, perching herself on his back as she tucked her legs over his shoulders. Immediately, he continued his pushups but not before leaving a kiss on the soft inner part of her knee.

  “I love you.”

  Her heart fluttered. “I feel the same.”

  “Get ready for the ride.”

  Jolie laughed. “Wow, a ride and when I first wake up. This day is looking up.”

  That made Flynn snort in amusement. “Yeah, I’m your sexy play thing.”

  He certainly was, but then again…

  She called him master in bed.

  ‘And you always will,’ he reminded her. ‘You’re my sexy little submissive.’

  She reacted to his words.