Bloodline (21 page)

He turned to Tyron. “I want a list of any faeries who crossed the Divide around the same time as my aunt and uncle.”

Chapter Thirteen

Inigo snapped his eyes open.
Dark. Bed. Micah
. So that was who had his finger in his arse.

“I thought I was dreaming,” Inigo muttered into the pillow.

The warmth of Micah’s body seeped into Inigo’s as the faerie leaned closer to sweep his mouth across his neck and nibble his ear. Micah’s finger tunneled deeper, and Inigo clenched his teeth at the sensation.

“I thought a doctor was giving me a prostate exam,” Inigo said with a grunt. “But no, it was my brand-new alarm clock.”

Micah shook as he laughed. Inigo’s smile disappeared into the soft pillow as the faerie’s lubed finger gently pumped into him, thrusting and retreating, over and over, and each time Micah nailed his prostate, Inigo thrashed and bucked, arching his back, wanting more.

“Steady,” Micah whispered.

Inigo turned his head and kissed him, slid his tongue into the faerie’s mouth, echoing the movements of Micah’s finger. Micah caught his hair, gripped hard, and their kiss grew wilder, that finger moving faster. They sucked and bit at each other’s lips, and every press of their tongues, each click of their teeth lit fires throughout Inigo’s body.

Micah pulled back to breathe, and Inigo found himself sucking unneeded air. Except he somehow
did
need it.

“Okay?” Micah asked.

Inigo turned to face him. “Who are you again?”

The faerie’s face lit in a grin. “Someone who’s desperate to fuck you.”

“Can I put in a request?”

“Depends.”

“Will you do me up against the wall—”

“I think I could manage that.”

“I hadn’t finished. Against the wall, then on the desk, then in the chair and, because there isn’t a kitchen sink, finally in the shower.”

Micah laughed. They climbed off the bed and stumbled across the room, kissing as they went. Micah pushed Inigo’s face to the plaster, nipped his shoulder, and Inigo shuddered as the sensation rippled to his toes.

“Try not to fall asleep, vampire. I’ve been waiting hours to do this.”

Inigo trembled more violently as Micah licked down his back, his tongue leaving a warm, wet trail the length of his spine. When Micah kissed, then bit his butt, Inigo’s hips flexed into the wall.
Oww, my cock.

“Sure you don’t want to do this in bed?” Micah asked.

“Eventually.” So many times he’d taken guys like this against a wall, and it had never been done to him, not even by Hargreaves. He raised his arms above his head and pressed his palms flat.

Micah nudged Inigo’s legs apart, spread his butt cheeks, and crouched to blow against his anus. Inigo gasped and fisted his hands. He’d be lucky to last long enough for them to move to the desk. Micah licked around his hole at the same time as he pressed and teased with his finger, and Inigo almost climbed the wall.

“You’re tight,” Micah whispered.

“Sheer terror coupled with inexperience and the knowledge of what a big cock you have.”

“All the better to fuck you with, my dear.”

Micah slid up his body, rocking his cock against Inigo’s butt while Inigo rocked back into him. Hands gripped his hips to the point of pain, and he tensed.

Behind him, Micah stopped moving. “Sure you’re okay?”

“I told you I was a top,” Inigo muttered.

“But you’ve bottomed before?”

“Not since Hargreaves.”

Micah let him go. “Two hundred fucking years?”

“More or less.”

“Christ. Way to put pressure on me.”

Micah’s hands returned to his hips, and the warm wash of his breath made Inigo pant. The longer Micah played with him, the more Inigo relaxed, but when the faerie positioned a lubed cock against his hole, Inigo’s body matched his rigid dick.

“I won’t hurt you,” Micah whispered.

He kissed Inigo’s shoulder as he leaned into him, guiding himself in, and Inigo knew he was taking care, not rushing because he wasn’t like Hargreaves. Goose bumps skittered down Inigo’s spine and legs, and he imagined them running out of his toes and skittering across the carpet. Anything to distract him from—
Oh hell
. A surge of discomfort before his body ceded, and then it was Micah who cried out as he slid all the way in.

“Oh fuck. That’s a big cock,” Inigo said with a long groan.

“You hadn’t noticed?”

Inigo gave a short laugh. “That you were hung like an elephant? No.”

“Shit, you really are tight. You feel fantastic. Fuck, fuck. Tell me when you’re ready.”

Inigo turned his head to look at Micah and took in the flush of the faerie’s face, the brilliance of his eyes, and the sweat that beaded his chest and shoulders.

“Fuck me hard,” Inigo said, and Micah’s lips curved in a smile.

Those beautiful eyes fluttered closed as he thrust into Inigo’s arse, and Inigo turned to smile against the wall, letting one arm fall to wrap around Micah’s butt.

“Do the desk, chair, and…shower…have to be part of this?” Micah gasped. “Because I’m racing faster and faster. Any chance of control is sliding away.”

“Yes,” Inigo said. “Hold tight.”

After he’d moved them both to the chair, planted Micah on his butt, and still managed to keep the faerie’s cock impaled in his arse, he had no idea how he’d done it.

“Smooth move, vampire,” Micah said.

His hands were tight on Inigo’s hips, moving him up and down on his cock. There was a mirror in front of them, and Inigo could have sworn just for a moment that he could see himself sitting on Micah’s lap.
Wishful thinking
. He ground down harder, and Micah groaned, his hands sliding round to Inigo’s cock.

“Not that I’m complaining, but I thought we were doing the desk and
then
the chair,” Micah said.

“Shit. You’re right. The whole experience is ruined. We might as well stop.”

Micah sniggered, and the next moment, Inigo was on all fours on the floor, Micah couched over him, his hands still wrapped around Inigo’s cock. Their flesh slapped hard, and as Micah stroked him in time with his thrusts, Inigo’s thoughts liquefied.

“So good, so fucking good,” Micah grunted. “Desk next time. Shower later. Oh fuck.”

Thrust after thrust, Micah nailed his sweet spot, and Inigo’s balls drew up tight to his body. The moment Micah slid his palm over the head of Inigo’s cock and squeezed, Inigo’s cum shot out, pleasure peaking in sharp bursts that wrenched at his belly. Micah came a second later, bucking and shuddering against his back, and he felt the warm wash of cum sliding down the crease of his butt.

As they collapsed onto the carpet, Micah pulled Inigo round to kiss him. Every time Inigo tasted him, the flavor was different. It reminded him of everything he’d lost, everything he’d forgotten. Blackberries, wine, elderflower…life. Micah slid into sleep, and Inigo sighed. He felt he could look at Micah forever. The faerie was the most beautiful guy he’d ever seen. Long, dark lashes curled over sharp cheekbones, that inventive mouth now in a relaxed line, his sweat-damp hair plastered to his brow.

I want to keep him. I want him to want to keep me
. The pain in Inigo’s chest made him gasp.
Is this love? Is that what it is?
So why didn’t he want to feed from Micah? Niggles of hunger rumbled in his gut, but he felt no urge for Micah’s blood. It worried him.

* * * *

Micah jolted awake and opened his eyes. “What?” he gasped.

It took a moment to register the weird noise was the ringtone of the new mobile he’d purchased. On the floor at his side, Inigo slept on. Micah rolled over, grabbed his pants from where they’d landed, and pulled the phone from the pocket.

“Micah,” said his father.

“We’re on the way.” Micah winced. They should have been. The vampire was too distracting. And tiring.

“Pixie’s gone.”

Micah groaned.
Fuck
. “Gone where?”

“She started to act strange after she’d seen those photos, but when I pressed, she was adamant she didn’t know any of them. She told me so many times she didn’t know who they were that I knew she was lying, but she snuck out and took the car. I wanted to report the vehicle stolen, but your mother thinks that will bring more trouble and complicate the situation.”

“She’s right.”

Inigo stirred and sat up. He raised his eyebrows and mouthed,
What’s wrong?

“Don’t do anything,” Micah said.

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing,” his father replied.

“That’s exactly what you have to do. We’ll find Pixie. Maybe we’ll find who we’re looking for as well.”

“Oh, got a good recipe for rabbit?” his father added.

“Seventeen of them,” Micah said.

“I only need five.”

It didn’t matter that the code should have come first; at least Micah knew his parents weren’t under duress, just the stress that Pixie had loaded on them.

“I’ll e-mail you the addresses of Pixie’s friends,” his father said. “I had Asher hack into her account a few months ago. Don’t ask me why. Maybe that’s somewhere to start.”

“Thanks. Dad?”

“Yes?”

“The piece of…paper that’s at the root of all this…I’m worried it will be used as a means of persuasion. Don’t let that happen. In the end, it doesn’t matter. It’s just a piece of paper. Lives are more important, though it might not hurt to send copies in sealed envelopes to a few important people with instructions that the contents should be read and broadcast if anything happens to you or any of the family.”

“Good idea, Son, but I no longer know anyone of importance.”

“Your boss at the British Museum, Pixie’s boss at the British Library, faerie contacts of Mum’s in the art world, and Asher will have some ideas, I’m sure.”

“Won’t that put them in danger too?”

Micah’s shoulders sank, and Inigo slipped his arm around him.

“Tell each person to tell two more and those two to tell another two,” Inigo said. “Spread the risk.”

“Who’s that?” his father snapped.

“A friend.”

“Faerie?”

Micah looked into Inigo’s eyes, said, “Vampire,” and held his breath.

A low growl came from the other end of the phone. “Didn’t you learn anything?” his father said through clearly clenched teeth.

“Inigo’s not—”

“The only good vampire is a dead one.” His father disconnected.

Shit
. Micah could see Inigo trying to keep his face expressionless, but he could also see his disappointment.

“I suppose your father knows what Philip Minard did.”

Micah nodded.

“Then his response is understandable.”

Micah couldn’t look away. Inigo’s gaze was so dark and intense and…loving, he couldn’t bear it.

He rested his forehead against the vampire’s. “I want him to like you. He
will
like you once he gets to know you.”

Actually, he wasn’t sure that was true. For his father to like Inigo, they had to meet, and his father would refuse. He thought it possible his father would tell him to choose between Inigo and his family.

Inigo reached for his pants. “We better get to looking for your sister.”

* * * *

As they drove back toward London and the first of the addresses his father had sent, Inigo chattered so brightly Micah knew the vampire was hurt.

“How much does your job pay anyway?” Inigo asked. “I should have asked for a contract of employment, medical cover, and a pension. Oh and lunch vouchers. Damn.”

“You don’t want to tattoo anymore?”

Inigo shook his head. “I was on the point of giving it up. It’s dangerous to be too good at something. It draws the wrong attention.”

“You want to be my partner?”

Inigo’s head snapped round, his eyes wide, and then he leaned back in the seat.

What did he think I meant? What
did
I mean?

“Not sure we could work together without getting each other killed,” Inigo muttered. “Because all I can think about when I look at you is getting you naked.”

“We can do the naked bit in between jobs.” He reached out to lay his hand over Inigo’s.

“Sure you still want to be near me? Your father—”

“I’m not seven years old. I don’t have to do what my father tells me.”

Inigo moved his hand from under Micah’s and stared out of the window.

“When we get there, let me ask the questions,” Inigo said. “I’ll be able to tell if they’re lying.”

Micah was tempted to push this, to point out that surely Inigo could tell
he
wasn’t lying, but he let it drop. Inigo had to be worrying his immunity from sunlight might not last. A small amount of unicorn blood remained in the flask, but how often did he need to drink it, and what if it wasn’t the reason he could withstand the sun? Maybe some faerie magic put in place to take him across the Divide still lingered and would eventually run out. Or was it faerie dust? Something Micah didn’t have. Which reminded him he needed to buy an emergency blanket. Sooner rather than later.

The first three addresses were blanks. Even with Inigo’s powers of persuasion, Pixie’s faerie and werewolf friends hadn’t seen or heard from her since she’d disappeared. Nor did any of them recognize the three sketches. No one answered the door at the last address, a bedsit in a run-down apartment building in Deptford.

Inigo sniffed at the door. “I smell vampire.”

Micah concentrated on the lock and pressed his palm against it. A moment later, the door clicked open. Inigo gave a quiet laugh. They slid into the dark room to see a shape lying under covers on a bed in the corner, but no other sign of occupants.

“Stay by the door,” Inigo said, and before Micah could stop him, he strode over to the bed and pulled back the duvet.

The vampire beneath hissed and reared up.

Inigo caught him by the throat. “Stay awake long enough to answer my questions. Where’s Pixie?”

“Don’t know,” the vampire mumbled.

“When did you last see her?”

“Three days ago.”

“Where?”

“Club Mizzo.”

It was the place the faeries had last seen her too.