Desires Unleashed (41 page)

“Wait in here. I'll inform Mr. Alexander when he wakes that you're here. You leave this room and you're going to need more than a warrant,” the bodyguard warned.

Warren looked at him. “Are you threatening us?” he asked, challenging the bodyguard.

“No, just a warning. I don't necessarily have to be the one doing the punishing, though I wouldn't mind.” He left the room, leaving the two cops to ponder the thought.

“Nice help,” Matthew joked.

“Tell me about it. Look, we've got about an hour before nightfall. Wake me up, I know this is completely unorthodox but I can't seem to keep my eyes open,” Warren said as he struggled to fight the drowsiness.

“Yeah, take a load off.” Matthew smiled. He watched his partner slump on the comfortable leather sofa. Matthew sat back in an armchair, and closed his eyes, thinking about the night before. Then all faded to blackness and he ceased to think at all.

CHAPTER 21

D
arian walked into the room. His human servant had told him of the two officers who had come looking for him. He figured it was the same two cops from the night before. He was right. He leaned against the door frame, watching the two slumbering officers sprawled lazily on his expensive leather living room furniture. He walked over to Warren and tapped him on the shoulder. Warren's grey eyes slowly focused on Darian's. He sat up, shaking off his sleep. He looked at his partner, who was sound asleep in the black chair. He looked at his watch, the time was 5:32 P.M. Almost two hours had passed.

“Shit! Matthew! Wake up!” The other man stirred and opened his eyes, he looked at Warren, who had risen from the sofa, anxiously. “You were supposed to wake me up, not fall out, yourself,” Warren complained.

Matthew shrugged. “I think we both got the same amount of sleep. What made you think I was more resistant than you? Hell, you know they got me all doped up,” he stated groggily.

Warren looked at him, annoyed and shook his head. “Look, none of that matters now.” He turned to face Darian and had to admit the man was dangerously good looking. He looked into Darian's dark green eyes and had to fight his own rising desire. He decided to get right to the point. “The female vampire that escaped last night, Natasha saw that she's going to be at a nightclub tonight. You and I are supposed to be there. Will you help us once more?” he asked the vampire.

Darian exhaled a long breath. “She's strong, but she's not that old, she's only three centuries and her maker was strong.” He cocked his head, glancing quizzically from Warren to Matthew. “Let me ask you this, why is it you cannot kill her yourselves? Do you not have the technology?” he asked.

“Yeah we have the technology to deal with really young ones that fuck up, not the more skilled of your kind, who have control over their powers. I can't do it alone, I know this. We weren't trained for this, not on this level, will you help us?” he asked once more, suppressing his agitation.

Darian was slightly annoyed with the manner of how he was being sucked into this situation. But he wanted Natasha. She was a beautiful woman, and above all, she intrigued him. He would help if it would get him closer to her heart. “I will help you but I have not fed. I'm stronger when I feed.” He moved closer to Warren, smiling wickedly. “You're a shape-shifter, you could take my feeding, and still be strong enough for tonight's battle,” he said with a smirk. Then he turned away from Warren, shrugging his shoulders and continued “Or...” he paused, “I could waste time hunting for a mortal who won't mind me feeding from them. But I do not and I repeat, do not drink synthetic blood. So, what's your decision?” Darian asked, a devilish grin spreading across his face. He always enjoyed the blood of a shifter, it was a delicious delicacy.

“You have to be fucking kidding?” Warren looked at Darian aghast. When Darian's expression didn't change, he began to realize that Darian was serious. “Fine, whatever. We don't need to waste anymore time, enough has been wasted as it is.” He shrugged his leather coat off of his wide shoulders and tossed it on the sofa.

“What now?” he asked.

Darian's smile grew broader. “Are you offering?”

“What does it look like? Yes I am. So what do you want me to do?” he growled.

Darian frowned. “Well, you make me feel as if I'm some sort of leech when you say it that way.” His arm extended, index finger pointing at Warren. “Remember,
you
came to me, do not forget that I am doing
you
a favor,” he commented. He lowered his arm.

Warren's face grew sullen, he nodded in acknowledgment. “You're quite right. It's just that I know there's someone out there who's going to need our help and I want to get there before it's too late. So, what do you want me to do?” he asked, a bit more cooperatively. Then he waved a hand, indicating the sofa, saying, “Do you want me to lay down on the sofa or continue standing?” He looked questioningly at Darian.

“Oh, I'd prefer if you lie down on the sofa.” His wolfish grin had returned. “It will be more comfortable for the both of us.”

Darian made a languid gesture toward the leather sofa. He watched with a predatory gaze as Warren walked toward the sofa and laid on his back. Warren's eyes focused on his. Matthew had been watching silently from the chair across the room. He dared not say a thing, he felt this was a matter to be handled between the two supernaturals.

Darian walked to the sofa and gazed down at Warren, who watched him from his prone position. Darian placed one leg on the side of Warren that was against the back of the sofa. He lowered himself, straddling Warren. He leaned forward, his hands on both sides of Warren's head, peering deeply into Warren's gray eyes. Warren fought his desires, he wanted to wrap his arms around Darian and press his lips to his, but he remained still.

“Turn your head, give me a view at that delicious vein,” Darian teased, smiling sensuously at Warren.

Warren smirked, then cocked his head to the side, revealing his carotid artery. Darian's vision grew more focused as he eyed the pulsating vein. He leaned toward the vein, his eyes closing slowly.

Warren gasped as Darian's long fangs broke through the flesh of his neck. His hands gripped the sides of the sofa cushions, his breathing began to quicken. He began to relax as an extraordinary pleasure gathered in his limbs, flowing through his body toward the two puncture wounds in his throat. He felt Darian grow hard against his own growing erection. A low moan came from Darian as he continued to feed.

Matthew watched both of the men as they lay on the sofa like lovers. Darian straddling Warren, his face buried in Warren's neck. Matthew could hear the audible suckling noises coming from Darian as well as the breathless pants emanating from Warren. Matthew began to feel an uncomfortable arousal as he witnessed this intimate union. He wanted to leave the room, but he didn't want to leave his partner, or so that's what he told himself. He watched, transfixed as he realized that both of the men were coming to a climactic state. Warren's expression was euphoric as his body twitched and jerked underneath Darian's own trembling form. Matthew's face reddened as he watched Darian rise from the sofa, his expression relaxed, sated. His skin tone was flushed, pinkish, human. If Matthew hadn't known any better, he would have thought Darian
was
human.

Matthew looked at Warren, who lay on the sofa, motionless. After a few seconds, Warren seemed to gather his senses and mobility. Matthew couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to be fed on by a vampire, especially one as seemingly powerful as Darian. He had heard that the more powerful, thus skillful a vampire was, the more pleasurable their “kiss”. He would ask Warren later if the opportunity presented itself.

Darian licked his lips, his eyes lost their cloudiness and began to focus. It had been a most delightful treat to feed from Warren, not only was he a shape-shifter but a natural born wolf at that, very delightful indeed. He watched as Warren's body regenerated the blood he lost during the feeding. His gaze moved to linger on Matthew. He thought the other man was very handsome and brave. Not only to surround himself with supernaturals but to hunt them down as well. Darian thought that both of the men had a lot of fortitude.

“Well, I feel like a million dollars.” Darian smiled, “are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Warren said as he slowly sat up on the sofa. Matthew walked over to him, holding his hand out to him. He looked at Matthew, smiled, then took hold of Matthew's hand and pushed himself off of the sofa, rising to his full height of six-feet, two-inches.

“Okay, let's go,” he said, his voice still a little bit shaky. He could feel a wet stickiness in the crotch of his underwear. He didn't want to make it known, nor did he have time to fret over a clean pair of underwear, and pants. As he pulled his leather coat over his shoulders, he thought about what had just happened. He had never been bitten by a vampire before and hadn't known what to expect. He certainly hadn't expected the indescribable pleasure he'd felt as Darian feasted on him. He knew at that moment, a vampire's life was truly one hedonistic experience after another.

“If I'm going to ride in
that
car...” Darian said as he pointed to the black squad car “I'm going to ride in the front with one of you.” He stood by the passenger side of the car looking between Warren and Matthew. The two detectives glanced at each other and nodded. Matthew climbed into the back seat as Warren took to the driver's seat. Darian was satisfied with the arrangement and opened the passenger side door.

“Not very comfortable, is it,” Darian commented as he sat on the hard, leather covered seat.

“Good,” Warren retorted as he started the engine. He glanced over at Darian and smirked. “Put on your seat belt, you know the law!” he said sarcastically.

Darian rolled his eyes, but remained unbuckled. He didn't like restraints, not in any form. Warren pulled the car out of the long, winding driveway and onto the main road. He reached the city's downtown party district and parked on the street. The three men had been silent on the way there, all mentally preparing themselves for the long night's search and pursuit. Darian had emerged from the car first. Matthew and Warren followed, Warren watched as Darian seemed to concentrate his powers.

“What are you doing?” Warren asked.

“I'm trying to locate her using my powers to search out her brain waves,” Darian said. As he stood on the sidewalk, eyes closed, head tilted upward.

“I didn't know vampires could do that!” Matthew said inquisitively, hoping Darian would elaborate. He received his wish.

“Only the old ones can,” Darian said distantly. “She is not in this area, perhaps we should try another.” He looked at Warren. “Any ideas?”

“Well, when I spoke with the victim earlier, he said something about the killers wanting to make a point to the mortal world.” He paused to ponder the statement. “Now that I think about it, I think she might be in the human only district. Which can be dangerous grounds, even for one as strong as you.” he said, nodding his head at Darian. “We'll have to play it safe. Come on, let's go,” Warren said as they walked to the car and climbed in. They drove on the expressway, heading toward the human only district. It was a section of the city that didn't open it's doors to the supernaturals. All of the businesses in that area reserved the right to deny service to vampires and shape-shifters.

Warren called into the precinct, “Hey Billy?”

“Yeah Warren, what's up?” a husky male voice responded over the CB radio.

“I need a list of all the human-owned nightclubs in the city and I need it yesterday!” Warren urged.

“Okay, okay, shit! Give me a minute! Alright, I'm in the computer now...yeah, okay I have the list, you ready?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, I'm ready.” Warren handed Darian a pen and paper to jot down the information. Darian frowned but took the stationary and listened to the addresses.

“Okay, it's four human only clubs in the city and the first one is,
The Sunlit Lounge
on Ontario. The next one is, The
Slayer's Lair,
actually, they're all pretty much in the same area. Okay, here's the other two,
Obsession
and
The Hit.
Is there anything else that you want?” he asked.

“Nope, that's all. Thanks.” Warren ended the connection. He looked at the list Darian held in his hands.

“So, if we go to that district, will you be able to sense which club she'll be at?” he asked the vampire.

“Yes, if she is there.” Darian looked out of the window, exasperated. “There are a number of things I could be doing on this night instead of head hunting with you two.” He looked speculatively at Warren. “There are some things we could do together, actually...” He turned to face Matthew and smiled. “The three of us could really enjoy ourselves,” he said seductively. Mutual desire filled the car, making the air thick with lust. Darian eyed Matthew a little longer before turning back in his seat to look at Warren.