Romeo (Blood Brothers) (11 page)

“Enough, Marco. Put him out of his misery,” Dante said from behind him.

“Fuck you, Dante. It’s not your wife he harmed,” GianMarco hissed, not caring that this rogue no longer posed any threat. He was not inclined to be merciful. He spat in his enemy’s face.

Dante gripped his shoulders and pushed him aside before ripping into the rogue’s chest and tearing out the heart.

“That was my fight to finish.” GianMarco growled at his brother.

“And while you’re tearing apart someone you’ve already defeated, your injured wife remains on the floor.”

“Maggie.” GianMarco was almost too scared to turn around. In his crazed state, he’d forgotten her injuries; his only focus had been vengeance. Slowly, he spun around and his heart stopped. Maggie lay so still. There was blood on the side of her face and her arm was at an unnatural angle. If it weren’t for the steady rise and fall of her chest, he would have thought her dead.

He rushed over to her and knelt at her side. Maggie’s eyes were open, shocked. Her uninjured arm was wrapped around her protruding belly. GianMarco carefully lifted her into his arms and cradled her body against his body. “Baby, please say something,” he whispered against her soft hair.

“I hurt.” She croaked the words and he saw the dark bruises on her throat from where the rogue had tried to strangle her.

“I know baby, but we’ll fix that.”

He slowly stood up, carefully not to jiggle her too much. Maggie’s head fell limply against his chest. GianMarco met his brother’s gaze. “Why?”

Dante shook his head. “See to her needs first, then we’ll talk.”

GianMarco nodded, bounding up the stairs three at a time and taking Maggie to their room. A chill raced down his spine as he thought of what would have happened to his beloved if Dante had not showed up.

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Dante checked the body of one of the rogues. Pulling back the shirt collar, he found what he’d been looking for. D.O.D. Disciples of il Diavolo. Evil had been at work here tonight, but why GianMarco and Maggie and how had they reached the front door without either of them sensing their presence? Dante shuddered to think what the consequences would have been had he arrived any later.

Maggie.

His beautiful, brave Maggie must have fought courageously. Any vampire would be honored to have her as his mate. He shook his head to dispel the thoughts coursing through his mind. Thoughts that were far from appropriate where his brother’s mate was concerned.

He’d thought GianMarco and Maggie would be safe from rogue activity since GianMarco had not been active in the Underground for months. But Dante realized he should have taken more precaution in light of the increased rogue activity. He figured this was because of Romeo’s latest mission. This had to be retaliation. Romeo had taken out five of the six Council members with only Locke remaining and because of this, Romeo had been attacked in Montreal. Nico, Sasha, and Jagger were attacked in Poland and just managed to escape with their lives when they were ambushed by several rogues. According to Nico, if Sasha and Jagger hadn’t used a special spell to escape they would have died. And now, there was this.

Dante doubted Locke was smart enough to be behind these attacks by himself but he was probably in league with the one rogue who had terrorized his family for centuries. His old enemy was sending them a message. Whatever name he was going by,
Il Diavolo
or
Il Demonio
, he would pay for going after his family. Whether the words of a dying warlock were true and there were two instead of one and they were related didn’t matter.

“I will avenge you, Mama and Papa,” he whispered.

“Oh, my God! What the hell happened here?” A voice screeched from the doorway.

Dante turned and saw a tall, brown-skinned beauty with short, curly hair looking around her in horror. She was dressed in a white linen pantsuit, her face artfully made up. She was quite lovely and in most other circumstances, he could have appreciated her good looks but there were more pressing issues.

He stood up. “Who are you?”

“I could ask you the same question. This is my friend’s house. Wait. What did you do to them? Murderer! I’m calling the police!” She spun around, obviously planning to make a dash out of the house.

He rolled his eyes heavenward. This was the last thing he needed. Dante was at her side in the blink of an eye. “No. You won’t be calling the police. You will calm down instead.”

“Calm down?! Take your goddamn hands off me! I know karate and if you don’t back off, I will kick your ass.” She wiggled out of the light hold on her and took a karate stance that anyone could have learned from watching a movie. Having studied many fighting styles in his long existence, he very much doubted this woman knew any martial arts.

“Relax. I mean you no harm.”

“You lying murderer!” She attempted to hit him with the large purse she carried.

He sidestepped the purse she swung at him. “There’s a logical explanation for this.”

“There are two dead bodies on the floor and you have blood all over you. What possible explanation do you have for this? And you’re getting blood on my suit, you fool. This outfit cost the Earth.” She wrenched her arm from his grip.

What was her deal?

“Montana, I see you made it.” GianMarco joined them.

She jumped. “Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me! How about announcing yourself the next time you walk up on me? Where I come from, that’s how you get yourself cut.” Montana then turned to Dante with a smirk on her face. “Now you’re going to get it, you bastard. Get him, Marc. He broke into your home and killed two men.”

Dante looked at his brother. “Friend of yours?”

“Maggie’s, actually.”

“Your wife is a damn saint.”

Marco sighed. “Don’t I know it.”

Montana put her hands on her hips. “What’s going on here? Why aren’t you taking care of him, Marc? And where the hell is Maggie?”

Dante turned his back on her. She grated on his already fragile nerves. “Shall I or will you do the honors?”

Marco smirked. “You’re closer.”

“Very well,” Dante muttered. Facing the screeching woman again, he gripped her face in his hands with a quick movement, locking his eyes with hers. “You will cease your yelling. You have a very important engagement to go to. You didn’t really see what you thought you saw. You will remember nothing about this when you walk out the door.”

Montana’s dark eyes widened. She nodded dazedly. Dante released her face and snapped his fingers. She left.

“She’s a special case isn’t she?”

“She has her moments.” Marco shrugged. “But to be fair, she handled seeing two mutilated bodies better than most. Some would have run out screaming bloody murder.”

“I suppose.” Dante nodded in agreement. “How’s Maggie?”

“She’s in a great deal of pain. I set her arm and she should heal in a couple of days. I let her feed from me to speed the process, but she is so young. The baby is kicking and the heartbeat is strong so he’s all right.”

“Good.”

“What now? I have to keep Maggie safe. She’s already worried as it is about the baby. It is disturbing that these rogues got past the guards down the road.”

“They work for
him
.”

“Shit!”

“How did these agents manage to infiltrate the Underground.”

“I’m not sure but I imagine our enemy has somehow convinced some of them to join his side. Going forward, I’ll have to be extra careful who I chose for missions until we flush out all the traitors. In the meantime, I’ll get more agents here to protect the house, one whom I’ve already checked out. Perhaps when Sasha and Jagger are stateside, they can put wards on the house.”

“Thank you. I would appreciate that. I can take care of myself but I need to make sure my family is protected.”

“Understood.” Dante sighed. This was the first time he’d been face to face with his brother in several weeks and he felt incredibly guilty for avoiding him. He shuddered to think what could have happened tonight had he gone with his first inclination to decline Maggie’s invitation. He knew she had only told him there was an emergency as an excuse to get him here. The fact that she had to resort to such a ruse for him to visit his own brother shamed him.

Dante gripped his brother’s arm. “I’m sorry for staying away. If—”

“No. We’ll talk about that later. For now, we have to figure out how to keep my family safe.”

“I agree.” Dante doubted he could ever forgive himself if anything were to happen to anyone in his family.

Chapter Thirteen

Christine was having the most delicious dream. Romeo had entered her room and was slowly planting kisses all over her body. She moaned and undulated against him, unable to keep still while he touched every intimate part of her.

Hands roamed her breasts, stomach, and ass. She cried out as he pried open her thighs and his hot, wet tongue stroked her clit. “Yes! Oh, Romeo, don’t stop,” she whispered.

Christine reached down and grabbed a handful of silky blond hair, bucking her hips against her lover’s handsome face. Two long fingers pushed their way inside her damp heat. “You taste so good.” Hot breath fanned across her swollen tissues.

She grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. This was one fantasy she didn’t want to wake up from.

“Open your eyes, Christine, I want you to know this is no dream,” her lover whispered.

Her eyes shot open. It took her a moment to gather her wits before a burst of nerve-jolting pressure shot up her spine. She looked down to see Romeo between her legs, licking and nibbling at her pussy as if this was his purpose in life. “Romeo!” She was torn between surprise and pleasure. It was almost as if her heart had wished for him and he’d appeared.

Her heart skipped a beat. He’d come back to her. Christine had missed him so much. “How... how did you get in here?” She asked, releasing a long, heavy moan as she attempted to sit up.

“I have my ways.” Romeo placed a hand on her chest, gently pushing her back down onto the bed. The exquisite sensation of his tongue on her pussy burned a trail of heavenly delight from her crown to the tips of her toes. Christine closed her thighs against his head, thinking it couldn’t get any better than this.

The precise way his tongue circled her clitoris while his fingers steadily pushed in and out of her served as a testament to Romeo’s exquisite skill. She didn’t care that he’d probably been with other women before her. What mattered most was he was here now. The very fact that he had even returned made her feel special. This was supposed to be a fling but whenever she was with Romeo, she couldn’t help herself for wanting something she couldn’t have. A long term relationship, one in which he was probably not interested in and her incapable of having. The scariest thing of all was how much he stimulated her body, mind, and soul.

Christine didn’t want to believe that she could fall for someone on such a short acquaintance, but Romeo was like no other man she’d ever met. She’d been so miserable with him gone that she’d cried herself to sleep when he’d left. Not even her visit to the children had cheered her up like it normally did.

Nya would tell her to live for the moment and think of tomorrow later and Christine was inclined to agree. Although her intense feelings for Romeo threatened to consume her, she pushed them away and focused on the moment at hand.

“Romeo, please,” she begged not exactly sure what she was asking for. But Romeo seemed to know the answer.

It was like they could communicate without any words. He added another finger into her wet pussy, twisting and thrusting them inside her. When he nipped her clit with his teeth, she thought she’d lose it. A sudden head rush hit her and she shook, reaching an incredible climax. Though she lay a quivering mass beneath him, Romeo continued to eat her out, stilling her movements with his free hand.

He removed his fingers from her cunt and placed them on her lips. Christine tentatively stuck her tongue out to taste the bittersweet flavor of her own cream. It was rather decadent thing to taste herself on his fingers and not something she would have thought to do before she had met this sexy vampire.

Romeo slid the fingers past her lips and she sucked them into her mouth. “That’s it, baby. Suck it. Lick all of it off, sweetheart. Taste how delicious you are.”

Her lips tightened around his fingers, sucking harder. Christine never realized how much of a turn-on this would be. She’d seen porn where the man would stick come-drenched fingers in his partner’s mouth and had always thought that it was rather cheesy. Now, Christine couldn’t imagine why she’d ever thought that way.

When she’d licked up every single drop of her juices, Romeo removed his fingers and gripped her thighs. He lapped at her flowing juices as though he tasted sweet nectar. He parted her ass cheeks before pressing kisses against the puckered bud of her anus. No one had ever kissed her there before and she wasn’t sure whether she liked it or not.

“Romeo, what are you doing?” She tried to sit up, only to be pushed down again.

“I’m loving you. Just relax.” His tongue circled the tight ring again.

She felt a thrilling sensation build up in the pit of her stomach. His tongue swirled and licked her asshole; with each stroke of his tongue, she liked it more. Romeo dipped his fingers into her pussy again, then rubbed her anus, wetting it further. He repeated the motion until he finally seemed satisfied.

Christine’s eye widened when she felt a finger push into her ass. “Oh!” She knew exactly what he wanted. He slowly slid his finger deeper into her, readying her for his cock. Christine had only had anal sex a few times with her ex-husband, but she’d only endured it.

The way Romeo was taking his time, preparing her, made her actually want this. He added another finger inside her ass, sliding in and out of her butt until she couldn’t keep still. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart? Do you want my cock in your ass?”

“Stop teasing me and do it,” she ordered, reaching out to fondle his erection as burning pulses of lust rippled throughout her body. Christine guided him to her tight, cream-slicked hole.

Romeo smiled at her, his blue eyes taking on an iridescent glow in the dark. He scooped her butt off the sheets and pushed his cockhead past the puckered ring. Christine bit her lip, trying not to cry out. He was so large that they would need to go slow.

“Shit, I’m going to come before I get all the way inside you. Damn, your ass is tight.” He groaned. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Good,” she whispered, nodding her head as her body grew used to him.

He slid another inch of his cock inside of her. “Relax some more, babe.”

Christine released the breath she’d been holding, taking in his cock until it was nearly to the hilt. Romeo’s thumb moved over her clit when he began to move. “Ah, yes; tight, wonderful ass, just as wonderful as your pussy. You have no idea how much I missed this beautiful little body.”

Her body?

Was that all he’d missed? Here she was pining away for him and all he’d missed was her body? As though sensing her displeasure, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You... didn’t miss me?”

“Of course, I did. I missed you very much.” Romeo planted a kiss on her belly. “I missed the taste of you, your pussy, your body, your warmth...your smile.”

Her eyes welled up with tears. No words of love were spoken, but she felt cherished, and that was enough. It was more than she had any right to expect. Romeo slid deeper into her ass and she could feel his heartbeat joined to hers when he pressed his torso against her breasts.

Christine tangled her fingers into his hair, loving the texture of his blond spikes. His hair was short, but it was just enough for her to hold onto while he pressed kisses to her and nibbled on her neck. She tightened her sphincter around his cock, pulling him deeper.

Romeo increased the pace of his movements, his balls slapping her rump with each powerful thrust. Christine screamed. “Yes! Fuck my ass! Yes!” She’d never felt so sexually liberated and she loved it. The wanton passion he unleashed within her made her feel proud and unashamed.

This was so damn good. She writhed beneath him, reveling in the exquisite sensation of his cock pumping into her ass. Romeo released a loud grunt, emptying his balls of their seed, spurting come up her ass.

She pulled him close, holding his body against hers. Wave of pure ecstasy pulsed to every single nerve ending inside her, pushing her to another explosive orgasm, one so powerful that she began to cry.

Romeo licked her tears as they fell. “Why are you crying, sweetheart?”

“Because it was so good. It just seems to get better every time.”

A slow smile touched his lips. When he didn’t respond, she wondered what he was thinking. He pulled his cock out of her ass with a wet sounding pop before tucking her beneath his arm.

They lay entwined, not speaking, just listening to the night sounds around them. “Go to sleep, Christine. You must be exhausted.”

She closed her eyes, feeling tired but content. Then she opened them again. “Will you be here in the morning?” She asked.

“Yes.”

Christine breathed an inward sigh of relief before falling asleep within the circle of Romeo’s arms, a smile on her face.