Mia's Return (12 page)

Wyatt’s hands slid up to her breasts
and rolled the nipples and she cried aloud. Sensory overload…she
was a victim too. She sank into the building swell of her orgasm.
Alex was pounding into her now, his hips working hard.

“Come for us, Mia,” Wyatt
whispered.

She could feel the shape of it, like a
subterranean bubble, lifting her. She held out her hand and two
hands grasped it, one on either side. She squeezed hard as her
climax exploded across her body. She could feel her pussy clamping
down on Alex’s cock, rippling across its length.

“Ah, dear god,” he groaned, a very
human sound and came in great convulsive jerks, his hips thrusting
heavily.

There was a whisper of a sigh from
Wyatt too.

Alexander withdrew from her and propped
himself up on one arm. He was shaking. After a moment he brushed
his thumb over her jaw, then brought her face to his and kissed
her. “Beautiful Mia.”

She was still resting with her back
against Wyatt, who seemed to have the endurance and strength to
hold her that way forever. But Alexander settled himself in front
of them, his long legs spread around Wyatt’s knees, and nodded.
“Ready,” he murmured and held out his arms.

Wyatt brushed Mia’s hair from her
forehead and kissed her temple. “Over you go.” He picked her up
around the waist like she was a toy and passed her over to Alex.
Alexander kissed her and turned her around, spreading her legs once
more.

Dark excitement speared her, as Alex
stroked along her pussy entrance, gathering the copious amounts of
cream that spilled from her and spread it around her anus. His
finger probed inside her ass, pushing the lubricant inside and she
whimpered, clutching at his thighs.

Wyatt’s chest lifted sharply as he
sucked in a breath. “Son of a bitch. I could come just watching you
do that to her,” he whispered. “Mia, honey, try to hold on, huh? I
have to be inside you before we all come, or this isn’t going to
work.”

She was trembling, her body zapping
with flares of excitement as Alexander gripped her hips and guided
his cock up against her. Her clitoris was throbbing with heavy bass
beats and Wyatt was feeling all of it. So was Alex.

Wyatt pushed closer to them, his cock
jutting against her mons. His breath was heavy and his hands on her
thighs hot and unsteady.

Alexander eased the head of his cock
into her, spreading the tight ring of her ass open. He slid into
her, making her groan with the deep satisfaction it gave her and
close her eyes. She rested her head back against his chest.
“Perfect,” she whispered and felt his thumb brush her jaw
again.

She looked at Wyatt. “Now you. That’s
how it works, right? We all join inside me.”

Wyatt kissed her briefly, then slipped
his cock into the crowded entrance to her pussy. Sweat dotted his
temple as he gripped her hips and eased his way inside, fighting
for room alongside Alexander’s cock lodged in her ass.

Mia held her breath as Wyatt pushed
into her. She had prepared for this moment all her adult life, even
though she had not known it was in her future. She had read about
such intimacy and fantasized about it. She had used dildos and
imagined. But she had not come close to understanding what it would
be like to have two men inside her.

The sensation of complete fullness was
overwhelming. It drew attention to her neglected clit, which begged
for care. But once those sensations subsided, she felt only the joy
of being possessed by both these men at once, surrounded and
protected by them, one on either side. She looked up at them both,
wanting to weep with the power of the emotion sweeping through her.
“I was wrong.
This
is perfect.”

Alex’s hand was in her hair, bending
her head back so that he could kiss her. “Don’t ever leave me,” he
said roughly. “Stay with us.”

“Always,” she said simply and meant
it.

Wyatt’s hand replaced Alex’s and her
head was turned gently. Wyatt’s lips replaced Alex’s. “I must have
you or go mad,” he said. “You have to stay.”

Alexander lifted his wrist to his
mouth. He looked at her. “Don’t watch me now.”

Wyatt put a hand on her shoulder. “She
needs to see you all ways.”

She twisted, glad of her innate
flexibility and put her hand on his neck. “Go on, Alex. Bite. Let
me see your teeth.”

“They’re called incisors, in the
trade,” Wyatt murmured.

Alexander took a breath, his chest
lifting. Then his top lip lifted and the two long teeth descended,
white and sharp. He bit into his own wrist and the flesh tore with
an audible rip that made Mia shudder. Suddenly, Alexander’s eyes
dilated and turned black.

Animal instincts.

He lifted his mouth away from his wrist
and his top lip was bloody. He held his wrist, trailing fresh
blood, out to Wyatt. “You have to drink,” he said quietly.
Calmly.

Mia could feel her heart thudding like
a runaway train. Somehow, she had known that this would be part of
it. Sex, sealed with a mini-vampire ritual. But not just vampire.
If her awakening instincts were right, they would each have to sip
from the blood of all for the bonding to cement properly. All blood
mingled together.

She breathed in air, reaching for calm.
She would do it, she knew. This was the final step and she would be
with Alexander—and Wyatt, the other half of her life so newly
discovered. One final step and it was done. She would do it.

But Alexander was holding his wrist out
to Wyatt.

Wyatt was staring at the bleeding
wrist, his throat working. He made no move to take Alexander’s
wrist.

“You have to drink it, Wyatt,” Mia
explained. “It’s not a making. There’s not enough blood. Just a
mouthful.”

Wyatt shook his head. “What will I
become?”

“I don’t know. No one does,” Alex said
patiently.

Wyatt drew back. “I can’t.” He pulled
his cock from Mia and scrambled from the bed. “I just can’t do it.
Not without knowing. Not after Julie…” He looked at them both,
shook his head one last time, turned and hurried down the
stairs.

“Wyatt! Don’t leave the apartment!”
Alexander called after him. He patted Mia’s hip. “Up. We’ll have to
go after him.”

“He wouldn’t leave, would he?” Mia
asked, easing herself off Alex’s cock. His bitten wrist had already
healed over, she saw.

“That’s exactly what he’d do. He’s too
used to being alone.” Alexander hesitated, glancing at her. “Well,
you’re going to get to see this sooner or later. I need to move
fast. You go and get your boots and coat and head for the front
door.”

Puzzled, she began to do what he
suggested and then stopped. For Alexander began to move
fast
. She was able to follow what he was doing but only
barely. He dressed completely in the time it took her to reach the
head of the stairs, then picked her up and carried her down to the
main floor. There, he dressed her—
sans
panties—including her
stockings, dress, boots, coat, gloves, scarf and hat and had her
standing facing the front door within two minutes. It felt like a
miniature gale had been plucking at her, while a puppeteer had been
playing with her limbs.

“I’m not sure I want to do that too
often,” she said breathlessly.

Alexander frowned as he put on his own
coat. “He still beat us out the door. Son of a bitch moves fast
when he wants to.”

“His reaction times are speeding up
because of the bonding,” Mia said. “We tested them. Mine are
faster—just. But mine have always been fast.”

Alexander curled his hand around her
elbow. “You’re coming with me, because I don’t want you out of my
sight right now but it’s risky for any of us to be outside the
apartment before the bonding is completed. Don’t get separated from
me, okay?”

Mia nodded. The fear in his eyes was
enough to warn her, even if his words had not conveyed the
message.

They hurried down to street level and
Alexander paused on the pavement, turning his head from left to
right. She saw him sniffing carefully and realized he was searching
for Wyatt’s scent.

He picked up Mia’s hand. “This way,” he
murmured and pulled her into the night.

What time is it?
She wondered.
She’d had no sleep and didn’t feel the need for any. Adrenaline was
propping her up, plus the power of the bonding process. She glanced
at a digital display in a shop window. Four thirty-five a.m. No
wonder the streets were so deserted. The snow was still falling in
thick, silent fat flakes and with the diminished traffic the roads
were covered with white now too. Everything was muffled.

“The park. Of course,” Alexander said,
crossing the road. Central Park loomed up, across the intersection.
“Animals of all varieties there.”

Mia’s heart began to labor for more
reasons than the loping run Alexander was keeping her at. In her
peripheral vision, she thought she could see shadows moving,
keeping up with them. “Alex!”

“I know,” he said grimly, as if he
could read her alarm. “They were waiting for something like this to
happen.”

“Who?”

“The Grimoré.”

“Wyatt’s all alone in there!”

“Not for long. Can you sprint for a
bit?”

“Yes!”

He ran faster, bringing Mia up to an
all-out sprint and they ran into the park, their steps eerily
silent. Now they could see traces of Wyatt’s trail, already being
covered by falling snow. He had ignored the paths—they were covered
by snow anyway and couldn’t been seen—and had headed straight for
the copse of trees and privacy.

“There,” Alexander said.

Mia kept her breath for running.

Straight ahead, Wyatt was standing at
the edge of the trees, bathed in the ghostly glow of moonlight
bouncing up from the snow. He was talking to a statuesque,
beautiful blonde women in her mid-thirties. She looked like she was
crying and as Mia watched, Wyatt reached out to rest his hands on
her shoulders. He looked distressed.

The woman glanced at them and even
though the moonlight bathed her too, nothing reached her eyes. They
were all black.

Evil.

Mia moaned. “Alex!”

She heard him rumble in his throat, a
half-animal sound. A quiet snick sounded – it was his knife
dropping from the wrist holster to his hand.

The woman looked back at Wyatt. She was
right next to him, her hands against his chest, her fingers curling
against his flesh. They were at least a hundred yards away and the
shadows that had moved to surround Alex and Mia would jump on them
the moment they did anything to help Wyatt.

They were completely outnumbered.

Mia stopped running. Alexander felt the
tug on his hand and spun to face her. “What?”

“Compute this,” she said, pulling out
the Glock that had been sitting in her pocket since that afternoon.
She lined it up on the woman next to Wyatt. They’d never reach her
by running but a bullet would…if Mia could aim straight.

“Don’t miss,” Alex whispered. He’d
figured the odds correctly. His gift for calculating probabilities
told him they had no choice but to risk this long shot.

Icy calm descended. She had fired guns
before but only in fun. She hoped the bonding would lend her extra
ability now. She focused on the woman’s temple, on the pulse
pounding there, on the pores, the hairs lifting in the cold…and
fired.

The woman staggered and slapped a hand
to her head. She whirled to face Mia, presenting a bigger target.
Mia aimed for the heart and squeezed off another five shots. The
woman went down, holding her chest.

Wyatt cried out like a man in mortal
agony, fell to his knees next to her and leaned over her. “Julie!
No!”

Suddenly it fell into place. A demon in
disguise.

Shadows rustled and moved around them.
The Grimoré were on the move.

Mia closed her eyes and thought of the
tall, red-headed woman who had kissed her cheek earlier that
evening. She gathered all her energy and mentally cried out her
name.

Seaveth! We need you!

Then she sprinted for Wyatt’s side, the
Glock still in her hand.

Wyatt was brushing the demon’s face,
holding her hand, as the creature gasped for breath, pretending to
be mortally wounded.

Alex crouched down next to Wyatt. “It’s
a demon, Wyatt. They lured you away. They were going to kill you,
to destroy the trinity. Look at its eyes.”

Wyatt shook his head. He looked like a
man about to fall apart.

Mia backed up next to them, looking
around. The shadows were closing in.

Then, right next to her, the air fanned
her face. Abruptly, Seaveth, Lindál and Zachariah were standing
there, Lindál with his arms about the other two. Seaveth and Zack
stepped away from the elf, looking around, and Seaveth put her hand
to her temple. “Ohmigod, now I know how the others feel when I do
that to them. It’s like a hook in the mind. You have to go
now
, no matter what you’re doing.”

Zack and Lindál spread out, moving in a
loose circle, eyeing the shadows. “Grimoré?” Zack murmured.

“I’m guessing,” Lindál.

The shadows seemed to shrink back as
they circled the tableau at the edge of the trees.

Seaveth took in Alex and Wyatt and her
eyes filled with tears. “Oh no…” She straightened. “It must be
done,” she said simply, looking at Mia. “You know that.”

Mia nodded.

“Good.” Seaveth looked around. “We’ll
keep them at bay. I’ve called the others. They’ll be here in a
moment.” She pulled a long knife out of her boot. For the first
time Mia noticed that under her long coat Seaveth wore boots and
little else. Seaveth took her place in the rough triangle of the
first trinity protecting Mia, Wyatt and Alexander.

Mia pocketed the gun and turned back to
Wyatt and Alexander.

Alexander spoke to Wyatt as if nothing
had happened around them. “If it was really Julie, she should have
died with Mia’s first bullet to the temple.
Think
about it,
Wyatt. You’re a hunter. You know Julie died years ago. She couldn’t
come back, not after all this time.” Alex put his hand on Wyatt’s
shoulder. “You have to put your iron knife through its heart,
Wyatt. That’s not Julie, so don’t think of it that way.”