My eyes were dry, though. I slammed every door I walked through, harder and harder until I was opening doors back up just to slam them closed again, daring the old house to so much as crack beneath my rage.
It consumed me.
Fucking Nic. There was no way Dad had just upped and left his rehab…right? At least, not without his stuff. And sure, he was an addict, but he wasn’t heartless. Surely, he wouldn’t just have left without telling me.
I sat at a random piano I’d uncovered in a large bedroom and pressed one of the yellowed-ivory keys, listening to the high-pitched plink, plink sound. Somehow the pitch suited my mood better than any discordant crash I could evoke by smashing the keys at the other end.
Anger at Nic kept my disappointment in Dad at bay. If I didn’t think too hard about what my father was capable of, I didn’t have to believe he might have left on his own. And I couldn’t believe that anyway. Not until I’d explored and dismissed every other possibility.
Francois had kept me in that old bedroom with no windows. But Dad wouldn’t hold the same use for him that I had. There would be a worse place for my father, and I needed to be out there to get him back.
I sat until the light at the window began to fade, dimming to a haze of vivid streaks of color then purples, and as the door behind me opened then quietly shut, I didn’t turn around.
I didn’t need to.
I could sense Nic’s presence. My body tugged toward him, my blood all seeming to rush to meet him. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on me.
“Did you mean it?” There was a hardness in his voice, despite the quiet gentleness.
My irritation flared to life, and I half turned toward him. “Mean what?”
“Fuck me.”
The breath left my body at his words. So bold, so unsugarcoated. So screamingly naked.
Energy crackled between us, and I drew deeper breaths as his silence seemed to suck all the air from the room. My rage started to slide into something more carnal, more easily sated.
Of course, he hadn’t mistaken my insult for desire, but now he’d turned it into a quiet command, and I wrapped my fingers around the piano bench to prevent me from getting up and flinging myself into his arms as I clawed his clothes off. His shirt already hung open, and I wanted to shove it from his shoulders and lick each line of his tattoo.
I grew wet just trying to resist him and I sighed with relief when he touched my shoulder because he was right there. I hadn’t needed to move at all. I hadn’t needed to step down from my anger. He hadn’t made me do that.
He swept my hair aside, scrunching it roughly in his fist as he tugged my head to one side, arching my neck.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he traced a finger along the resulting curve. “You want me, Leia.”
I shook my head. “No.” The denial was pointless, but I hated that I wanted him so much. All the time. Even when I was angry.
Even when I could claw his eyes out at the same time as removing his clothes.
He bent low, his lips against my ear. “I can smell your arousal.”
I shook my head, just one quick stiff movement.
He chuckled, dark and low. “Your body doesn’t lie to me.”
My anger flared again. Irrational and out of proportion like half of the feelings weren’t even mine. On the verge of uncontrollable. “I should stake your heart.”
He laughed again and yanked my head back so I looked up and met his eyes. “Then you should know my heart is already yours.”
Despite his tender words, his gaze reflected the anger burning through me—an anger quickly spiraling to lust.
He straightened, the evidence of his arousal obvious, and I reached to smooth my hand over the bulge in his pants.
He moved back, denying me access. “Turn around.”
His voice was gruff, raw, and I grew wetter just hearing him speak. As I turned to face him, powerless now to resist his instruction, the sound of a zipper being unzipped filled the room, and Nic took his cock in his fist, stroking it lazily as the last remnants of my anger became fiery lust.
I wanted this man.
I wanted to taste this man and fuck him.
I wanted to hate-fuck him because I hated loving him so much that I still wanted him buried inside me, despite all else. Only Nic could inspire such anger then wipe it all away with one look, one touch.
My mouth dried as I watched him. Then I touched my tongue against my lips and leaned toward him. His movements slowed, and when I pressed my lips to the tip of his cock, he hissed a breath. His hand tangled in my hair again, pulling the strands as he wrapped them around his fingers, and I opened my mouth, using my tongue to swipe up the glistening bead of precum.
“Leia.” He whispered my name, and it was a plea for forgiveness and a request. “Don’t stop.”
His hips rocked forward. Gentle but insistent, nudging forward into my mouth, and I flattened my tongue against his shaft, accepting him as I pushed his pants down his thighs and ran my fingers over his balls, teasing, scraping them lightly with my fingernails, and exploring the delicate skin.
He held my head still and he thrust harder, slowly fucking my mouth, but never too deep, never too far. I glanced upward at his closed eyes and slack jaw, and I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft to stroke him.
He blew out his breath in short puffs, and I wriggled a little on the bench, seeking my own friction against the seam of my jeans.“Your scent is amazing, Leia,” Nic said, his voice tense. He slowed his movements and pulled me to my feet, his cock flat between us as he unsnapped the button at my waist, pushing my pants and underwear out of the way. Then he lifted me onto the piano, and the low keys crashed like thunder under my ass.“I’m going to fuck you now.” His gray eyes were like small storms, and I shivered under the weight of the promise in his voice. “Because I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anybody, and you’re mine.”As he finished speaking, he thrust inside me in one smooth stroke and I accepted all of him, winding my right leg over his hip, my heel digging into his muscular ass. I rode each thrust hard, meeting him as he slammed inside me, and I pressed my hand between us to touch myself, but Nic growled low and took my hand in his.“Mine, Leia.” He pressed his finger
But I shook my head, the movement abrupt. “Not anywhere close to needing to talk about that, Nic. Not now. Maybe not ever. I have many other priorities.” Despite the allure of being stronger, becoming a fucking vampire sounded like a nightmare—and not one I was willing to face today. I wrapped my arms around myself, cold without Nic’s proximity, and he drew a blanket over me, tucking it around my shoulders.He opened his mouth like he might push the subject, but he didn’t, and I returned the conversation to the subject of my dad.“It’s like this,” I said. “If Francois has Dad, he could be doing anything to him. He could be bleeding him a little bit each day. He could be draining him right now. We might already be too late, but I have to try. I have to be involved. He’s the last family I have left. If he’s with Francois, I can’t leave him there. No one deserves to rot in that house.” My breath shuddered as I drew in a deep inhale. “Maybe not even Francois. It’s an exercise in decay.”N
Kyle rolled his eyes. “We’ll do what we always do. Plan to succeed and get the job done.”“And Leia will do everything I say, follow all of my rules, and stay safe,” Nic said as he watched me. His gaze pleaded with me not to disagree with him.But I had no intention of disagreeing. Not in public, and not even in private. I didn’t exactly have a death wish, and if following the instructions of the vampire king and his men kept me alive, I was good with swallowing my pride.“I think I can manage to do that.” I grinned at him, but he didn’t manage anything more than a grimace in return before he tugged me against him, his arm around my waist.17NicI stood in my office at La Petite Mort looking out over the floor. Down there, nothing had changed, but in the rest of my life, everything had been turned on its head. Leia was at home with Aimée and Jason—and Kyle, but she didn’t know about him—and it was better that way.The less she ventured out in public, the less I had to worry about he
I hissed, already imagining how that was going to feel. It would hurt like a bastard. “Get Jason, then. Not Kyle. I swear his heart hasn’t beat since he turned.”He was pure mercenary, untouched by pain, and he didn’t understand it in others. Jason, at least, knew to respect his sire.And fuck, I was pissed.“Nic?” Jason stepped out of the door, uncharacteristic worry marring his face. “Thank fuck you’re home. You need to come see this footage.”“What is it?” I took Leia’s hand as I moved rapidly up the steps.Jason hesitated, his gaze raking my face. “And we need to do something about that. You’re starting to heal already.”“Fuck my face.” Jason would just have to open it up again. “What’s on the recording?”He hesitated again. “You should probably watch it yourself.”“And I will, but tell me.”He glanced at Leia, his mouth tightening into a flat line. “It wasn’t a random demand. Francois has made his move.”“The fucker. What did he say?” Sending a suicide bomber to make his demand k
“Oh?” He tilted his head, his eyes quizzical.I nodded. “Apparently my mate wishes you to return me to my former beauty. And I also need you to contact Conri. It seems I’m in need of his assistance.”I wrinkled my nose, haunted by the odor of wet dog already.“He won’t come here,” Jason said, and I nodded.I’d expected that.“I’ll meet him at The Pour House.” I patted Leia’s hand as I felt her flinch at the mention of her business. “Please don’t worry. No danger will come to your property.”I couldn’t exactly promise that, but I’d do everything in my fucking power to ensure it remained standing and undamaged.Conri wasn’t a friend or even really an ally. None of the Baton Rouge shifters were allies to vampires, and who could blame them? We had years of wrong and hurt between us. But with Francois encroaching ever further into our mutual territories, we had a common enemy and that would have to be enough.Not for the first time, I spared a thought for how my sireling might have come to
He nodded. “I can have my men escort you from here.” He glanced around the interior of the bar, his gaze resting on Ben for a moment, like he was also sizing up the vampire presence I had with me.He probably was. Because a good alpha should, and Conri seemed like a good alpha.“This is about the human?”I nodded, unsure how much to disclose now he’d agreed to the use of his safe house so readily.He huffed an unexpected sigh. “They’re a fragile, stubborn breed.” Something suspiciously like pain flashed through his eyes, and I sensed a story I didn’t necessarily want to know.“And can I rely on additional protection from your men?” This probably wasn’t something Jason had mentioned might form part of our negotiations, but I’d be a dumbfuck not to ask.The shifters were superior trackers, equal to vampire speed in animal form, and they had at least twice our numbers. They also knew the woods and local bayous better than anyone else.As I’d expected, Conri narrowed his eyes. Then he shi
Sebastian smothered a chuckle in the back.I whirled as far as the seatbelt would let me and jabbed my finger in his direction. “And you can shut up. From my count, I’m two for two on crazy princes so far—one kidnapped me, and one likes to smell me whenever he gets too close.” I faced the front again, folding my arms and breathing hard, shame already taking the place of my sudden anger.“Leia.” Nic didn’t say anything else. Just my name.But it was enough.I pressed my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. It was all too much. At least with red bills, I’d known where I stood. Now my world was vampires and more vampires, and everyone wanted to fuck me or kill me, and they’d taken Dad… And… And… I closed my eyes as tears spilled from them, and Nic pulled the car over before unfastening our seatbelts so he could pull me over the center console and hold me to his chest.“Conri isn’t a vampire,” he said gently as he smoothed my hair from my damp cheek. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “He’s a
And maybe if I could help get Dad back, I could go home. I glanced at Nic. He was a good man. I didn’t doubt that any longer. And… I hesitated, unwilling to even think the words that might cement how I felt in case they trapped me by his side, burdening him further. What if I explored my feelings, and I found myself unable to leave him?And maybe I needed to leave him.To save him.That thought hurt. But ever since I’d entered his life, it seemed to have been consumed by violence or by saving me. I couldn’t live like that. Nic couldn’t live like that. How could I expect him to?Innocent people had died when my dad’s exchange for me was demanded. Innocent fucking people. I couldn’t risk anyone else.I touched Nic’s hand briefly and he glanced down at me, his smile quick to take control of his lips as he met my gaze.I couldn’t risk him.The boat jolted gently as we nudged up against a new jetty, this one looking even more dilapidated than the one where we’d found the skiff, the wooden