Hunting Evil (7 page)

Lauren closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest. “I was your child, not your mate.” She was becoming increasingly weak and found it difficult to keep her eyes open.

“Look at you. Even if you survive, no one will ever want you.” Armand choked out a laugh.

“Wrong answer,” Vince said. He knelt at Lauren’s side and scooped her up into his arms. “I’ll always want you,” he said to her.

Unable to hold up her head, Lauren moaned.

She heard York’s deep voice talking to Vince.

“Finish him,” Vince growled.

“You can’t,” she mumbled. “Only me. He’ll heal himself.”

“Shhh, rest. I’ll get you home.” Vince cradled her tighter to his chest.

Lauren heard a loud scream before silence reigned.

“What?” she asked. It wasn’t possible. She’d been taught the only one who could kill a shifter was another shifter.

“York?” she whispered.

“Later,” Vince replied with a kiss to her forehead.

They seemed to make it down the hill in record time with York close on their heels. She heard the two men talking as the truck started, but Lauren was unable to focus on the words. She felt herself drifting, floating into the darkness.

“Stay with me,” Vince begged.

Those were the last words she heard before the darkness enveloped her.

* * * *

“Lauren, wake up, honey,” Vince called to her through the fog.

Fighting to reach the only man she’d ever loved, Lauren struggled to open her eyes.

“Lauren, we can’t get the bleeding to stop. I need to know what you want me to do.” She heard Vince but couldn’t comprehend what he asked.

“Lauren?”

“Love me,” she said.

There was silence for a few seconds as she started to drift off again. She felt pressure at the base of her neck then heard York talking.

Chapter Seven

With his teeth buried in one side of Lauren’s neck, Vince stared into the eyes of the man draining her from the other side. In the short hours that he’d known York, Vince had come to trust the vampire. The changing of a human to vampire wasn’t an easy one. Not only did a precise amount of blood need to be removed, but he still wasn’t sure how pure his blood was. For that reason alone, he’d asked York to help him. It was the only way of securing his place in Lauren’s bed while being assured that she would survive the transition.

York released Lauren’s throat and motioned for Vince to do the same. He lifted an ornately carved knife from the bedside table and drew it across his wrist, slashing deep. “I’ll feed her first,” he told Vince.

Vince watched York closely, learning what he needed to know. His body tingled as Lauren’s blood coursed through him. The moment he’d sunk his teeth into her vein he’d truly felt like a vampire for the first time. Fane had told him to drink from another was to lose his humanity, and although Vince feared his sire had been right, he knew he’d never fully embraced the vampire he’d become.

“Your body is ready to fuck,” York said, staring at Vince’s groin.

Vince ran a hand over the erection in his jeans. “Yes.”

“It’s a natural side effect of feeding.” York nodded toward the knife. “Your turn.”

With York’s blood ensuring Lauren’s transition, Vince didn’t hesitate. The knife sliced through his skin painlessly.

“Quickly, her survival instincts are kicking in. She’ll need it.” York pulled his arm away and reached for Vince’s. “Here,” he said, settling Vince’s wrist over Lauren’s parted lips.

Although Lauren began sucking the blood from Vince’s wrist the rest of her body remained deathly still. He glanced up and met York’s stare once again. “She’s strong.”

York nodded and sealed his wound with a few licks. “Very, but did you expect any less from her?”

“I didn’t know what to expect. This is my first time, remember?” There was something about the way York licked at the blood on his wrist that had Vince ready to lean over and do it for him.
Fuck!
He needed to keep his mind on Lauren.

“Of course, it’s the reason I’m here, remember?” York grinned.

“What will we tell her about Armand?” Vince asked, trying to change the subject. He didn’t blame York for what had happened with Armand. Hell, Vince had seen the damage York inflicted on the shifter. No way should Armand have survived, but according to the cops that had arrived after they’d fled the scene, there was no body found on the outcropping.

For the first time since he’d picked Lauren’s bleeding body up from the cold, hard ground, he truly felt as though he’d be with her again. Despite his failure as a cop, he needed to concentrate on the woman he’d spend centuries with. There would be time to track Armand, and the bastard had made it personal.

“A few more minutes should do it,” York said, removing his clothes.

“What’re you doing?” Vince stared at York’s unusual cock as it was revealed.

“Tell me you don’t feel it?” York lay on the bed and began to masturbate.

Vince didn’t need to ask further questions. Yes, he felt the sexual tension increase with each draw Lauren took of his blood. “Is it always like this?”

“Yes. It’s the best part. Vampires are sexual beings. Accept what you are; embrace it.”

Vince didn’t turn from the sight of York’s unusual cock.

“Does Lauren know you were born a vampire?” Vince asked, trying his best to ignore his own throbbing erection.

“What’re you talking about?”

Although York tried to play off Vince’s question, Vince knew a lot of vampire history thanks to his sire. “The beads in your cock were implanted shortly after your first change as a sign of your purity. Only those born into the species get that honor.”

“Who told you that?” York didn’t deny Vince’s accusation or slow the speed of his hand on his cock.

“Fane Dobre, my sire.”

York turned his attention to Lauren. “That’s enough.”

York used his free hand to pull Vince’s wrist from Lauren’s mouth. He lifted the bleeding wound to his mouth and lapped Vince’s blood for several seconds before sealing it.

When he was finished, he smiled. “Your sire probably had the same cock adornments.”

“What?” Fane had been a boring bookworm of a man, but Vince had loved him as much as he’d loved his own father. He definitely knew nothing of Fane’s cock.

“Fane was the second son of archivist Wadim Dobre.” York released his cock and moved to lie beside Vince. “You could’ve done this on your own.”

With Lauren resting peacefully, Vince rolled to face York. “So why did Fane warn me against attempting a transition.”

York reached out and stuffed his hand down the front of Vince’s underwear. “When you sire someone, you’re connected to them forever. It’s like getting married except the only divorce option is death. Fane’s advice sounds more…fatherly than anything else.”

Vince scooted even closer to York, enjoying the feel of York’s hand on his cock. He’d realized when York had agreed to help him with Lauren that his beliefs on what a relationship was supposed to be would have to change. York was right. He had forced himself to suffer for years because he’d been turned. It was time he fully embraced his vampire side. He thought of the other two men that were connected to York by the same bond. He would feel better with four men guarding Lauren, especially with Armand still on the loose.

“Touch me,” York said.

“This will change everything,” Vince reminded York.

“I’m counting on it.” York squeezed Vince’s cock. “Benson, Drone and Lauren are the only three people I’ve ever pledged to give my life to protect. I’d like to add your name to that list, but with that comes a real relationship between us, not just between you and Lauren.”

Vince understood, and he appreciated York’s honesty, but talking shit to death had never been one of his character traits. He decided to accept York’s offer physically, rather than verbally. Decision made, he climbed off the bed and stripped out of his clothes.

“Is that a yes?” York asked, his hand back on his own cock.

It had been years since Vince indulged in a sixty-nine with another man, but if he were completely honest with himself, the embedded beads on York’s cock fascinated him. He straddled York’s body, putting his mouth inches above the adorned shaft.

York laughed before licking the crown of Vince’s cock. “Guess that answers the question.”

Vince glanced at Lauren. “When will she wake up?”

York held Vince’s cock out of the way while he laved Vince’s balls with the flat of his tongue. “Her entire makeup has to change. Give it a day.”

“A day?” Vince had expected the process to take hours.

“It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other.” York took Vince’s cock down his throat, obviously finished with the conversation.

Vince held York’s erection by the base and ran the tip of his tongue around the ring of beads just below its crown. Lauren had been correct, the damn things were pronounced but incredibly smooth to the touch. Vince imagined the feel of them as they slid in and out of his ass.
Damn.

With shallow thrusts, Vince began to fuck York’s throat as he slipped his lips over the head of York’s cock. He stopped at the beads, not yet comfortable enough to attempt a full-on blowjob, and concentrated on the head. To give York extra pleasure, Vince spat on his hand and circled York’s puckered hole with his finger.

York moaned and released Vince’s cock. “Would you let me fuck you?”

Vince thought of the beads and nodded. “Lube’s in the drawer, probably under a bunch of other shit.”

“How long’s it been?” York asked as he dug through the drawer.

Vince didn’t need to think too hard to come up with the answer. He repositioned himself on his hands and knees. “I haven’t taken a male lover with any regularity for thirty-six years, but there’ve been a few instances since then.”

York shut the drawer and moved to kneel behind Vince. He ran his palm over the cheeks of Vince’s ass before leaning down to kiss it. “That’s sweet. You’re practically a virgin.”

“Fuck off,” Vince said over his shoulder. “I prefer pussy, that’s all.”

“Maybe that’s because you haven’t found the right cock.” With slick fingers, York probed Vince’s hole. “Don’t worry about it. Between me, Drone and Benson, we’ll get you back up to speed in no time.”

Vince flinched when York’s finger shoved in deep. “Don’t push your luck. I’ve agreed to share myself and Lauren with you. There was no mention of Benson and Drone fucking me.”

York quickly moved to two fingers. “Fane did a really shitty job of teaching you how to be a vampire.”

Vince looked over his shoulder, ready to rip off York’s head. “Don’t you say another word against my sire.”

“Sex unifies. It’s the reason the best BVA teams out there are involved sexually.” York removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. “My team handles the most dangerous assignments. Unity is essential.”

Vince understood. In all the years he’d served as a cop, he’d never felt as though his fellow officers had his back. He wondered what it would be like to trust so completely. “Okay.”

“Good, because they’ve probably felt Lauren’s death and are no doubt on their way here.” York slowly eased his cock into Vince’s hole.

When the beads entered his channel, Vince flinched again, not out of pain, but pleasure. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned.

“Just wait.” York pushed in to the root.

Vince gripped the bedspread in his hands as he fought not to cry out. He took several deep breaths and willed his body to accommodate York’s size.

York eased out and Vince felt the promised pleasure of the beads. He gasped as one by one the protrusions rubbed against his inner wall. No wonder the accoutrements were reserved for only the few vampires with pure blood left in the world. He’d heard that the purebloods got all the best pussy. Now, he knew why. Vince grinned, grateful that York was an equal opportunity fucker.

York slammed in again.

Vince’s climax hit him all at once. He’d always taken pride in his stamina but that pride abandoned him as he came without warning.

“Fuck!” Vince growled his anger at the embarrassment.

York thrust in again and reached down to drag his hand through the cum still clinging to Vince’s cock. “Don’t be hard on yourself. It’ll take plenty of practice to take my cock for a full ride.”

In a surprising move, York bent to pepper soft kisses against Vince’s back, showing more tenderness than Vince had thought possible. He looked forward to peeling back the layers of York’s tough exterior to the heart of the man. Despite York’s bravado, Vince knew York’s relationship with Lauren wasn’t completely about sex.

* * * *

Opening her eyes, Lauren found she was surrounded by familiar faces. She looked at her friends York, Benson and Drone. “What? Am I dying or is this a recreation of the Wizard of Oz?”

Benson smiled, something he only seemed to do for Lauren, and sat on the edge of the bed. The large blond Adonis brushed her hair away from her face. “Just the opposite. You’ve been reborn.”

Reborn?

“Vince, get in here!” York yelled.

Remembering her face, Lauren tried to shield it from the man she loved. Benson reached out and kept her from covering her cheek. “No need. We’ve already seen them.”

A tear ran down the side of her cheek. Armand had been right. If Vince wasn’t put off by the sight of her, it would only be out of pity that he stayed. The opposite side of the bed dipped, and Vince’s arm wrapped around her.

“It’s about time you woke up,” he said, kissing the side of her neck.

Lauren was too embarrassed to look at him. “I’ll understand…” she whispered.

Vince put his hand under her chin and turned her head to face him. “Enough of that. You’re beautiful.” He ran a finger over her cheek. “York thinks they’ll fade in time. They’re not as bad as you think.”

Lauren looked into Vince’s deep brown eyes and saw the truth in his words. “He said no one would want me. I guess he didn’t know
you
.”

A thought occurred to her, and she tried to sit up. “Where’s Armand?”