Surrendering: A Regent Vampire Lords Novel, Book #1 (25 page)

“Dev…”

He chuckled, but never stopped working his gorgeous cock or driving his tongue into her pussy.

“Patience, my love. All good things come to those who wait.”

He flicked her clit again, while he thrust a long, thick finger into her pussy. One or two more pumps and she’d explode. Instead, he withdrew his wet finger and slowly eased the digit back to her forbidden hole, pressing in slightly before sinking it slowly to the last knuckle.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, tightly closing her eyes.

“Do you want me to stop, Kate?” His voice sounded thick with gravel.

“Stop and you die.”

He laughed. “That’s twice you’ve threatened my life in the last twelve hours, my love. You definitely need to be punished for those indiscretions.”

“I’m sor—”

Her apology was cut short when several things happened simultaneously. He slammed his mouth on her clit, thrust his finger to the hilt in her backside and two into the depths of her pussy, all while stroking his cock. Talented guy. She was overwhelmed with sensation, both physically and visually. It was an erotic experience like nothing she’d ever imagined.

He was strumming her body like an expert guitarist. She was bombarded with so many sensations, she couldn’t think straight, so she gave up trying to and just let herself
feel
. Pre-cum dropped onto her lower lip and she greedily licked it up.

He raised his head from her clit briefly, commanding her to come. She couldn’t deny him and screamed his name over and over.

“Open your mouth, love,” he softly groaned.

She did as instructed and his hot semen splashed all over her lips and chin, some landing in her mouth. She devoured as much as she could. She was desperate to touch him, but that thought vanished when she felt the telltale prick of his fangs in her fleshy mound, which kicked off yet another blinding orgasm. He withdrew his fangs all too soon and they lay there for a moment, regaining their breath. He was careful not to get too close to her mouth, or more appropriately, her fangs, with any part of his body.

He turned around and must have seen the hunger in her eyes, for he looked at her with such love and longing she thought she would melt on the spot.

“Do you think you can handle a little snack without trying to drain me, love?”

“I—I don’t know, Dev.” She wanted his blood so badly, she wasn’t sure she could stop herself again. He would have to keep her locked up forever at this rate.

“You can do it, Kate. Just take it slow.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He smiled, such tenderness in his eyes. She didn’t deserve it. “You won’t hurt me, love.”

After cleaning her face with the shredded nightie, he lowered his wrist to her open mouth and she bit carefully, relishing his taste on her lips. This time it was different and while she wanted more, she was able to stop herself after just a few swallows, when she felt sated. He encouraged her all the while with a low voice and soft words. She did not deserve him.

“That’s it, love. Now seal the punctures closed with your tongue.” She did as directed.

“Good girl. Better?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. I’m going to untie you. You’re not going to lunge for my jugular again, are you?” He said it in a teasing voice, but she could hear the underlying concern. She felt like a slug. No, she felt like the dirt beneath a slug.

“No. I’m sor—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry again, Kate. It was completely my fault. I’m the one who should be apologizing. In my haste to make you mine, I completely forgot about the blood high. My blood is very powerful and your body needed time to adjust. I should have been more prepared.”

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, and she tasted herself on him. It was undeniably sexy and in that moment, she wanted him inside her more than she ever had. She loved him and she wanted to tell him so, but she was scared. They were bonded for Christ’s sake…it was stupid not to tell him. Yes, she was a chicken shit, admittedly. She was bonded to him forever and he should know the depth of her feelings for him went beyond the fact that nature had fated them to be together and they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

“Please forgive me, love.”

She couldn’t speak, so she just nodded. He gently released her wrists and ankles and rubbed them both to restore the blood flow. She was stiff when he helped her sit up, and when she glanced at him, his eyes were roaming up and down her naked body. He wanted her. Again.

Good. She wasn’t alone in her unquenchable thirst that never seemed to be slaked around him.

“What is this place?” she asked, looking around.

He looked sheepish. “It’s where we keep rogue vampires that need restraining.”

“Oh my God. Am I rogue?”

“Hell no. But I didn’t have anyplace to keep you safe where you couldn’t escape and potentially harm others. I’m sorry.” He turned and walked to the other side of the room, affording her a view of his amazing tight ass.

“You are strong, Kate. Too strong for this to be the effect of just the bonding. I had Doc come take some more blood while you were out to run additional tests to see what may have changed in your DNA since our mating.”

She should be mad that he took her blood, yet again without permission, but at this point she needed some answers and they were beyond her. His face looked grim.

“It took immense effort for me to restrain you. And as a lord, I am the strongest of our race. Hell, you shouldn’t even have had fangs until I gave you my blood. You shouldn’t have been able to take it on your own like you did. It has to be the vampire DNA, but it still makes no sense. That’s probably what caught me off guard and why you ended up being a bit out of control.”

“What…what does that all mean?”

In two strides he was enveloping her in his warmth. “I don’t know, love, but we
will
find out. I promise you, everything will be okay. Everything will be okay.”

She could do nothing but hang onto him. He was her lifeline in this vortex that had now become her life. Her head was spinning. She had a sinking feeling that something was very wrong with her. Something that would threaten to tear her and Dev apart.
Dramatic much, Kate?

She reluctantly pulled away from his heat.

“Dev, I had another dream about Sarah. This time I have some details that may help find her.”

C
hapter 42

Dev

He couldn’t shake his intense guilt for overlooking something so significant as blood lust, which was akin to human drug addiction. Too late, he’d recalled that mating rituals involved small amounts of blood given over a longer period of time to avoid blood lust.

The thought of making her his had been his entire focus only hours ago. He was an ancient vampire and he should have known better. He
did
know better. That was the problem with Kate, however. He completely lost all common sense and rational thought around her. Most especially when he was inside of her.

He almost needed help restraining her, but the thought of someone else seeing her beautiful naked body stopped him cold. He’d managed to drag her away from his throat and restrain her in the dungeon. Not a place his beloved belonged, but he’d had no other choice at the time.

He was baffled at her strength and her developing abilities. He should have easily been able to control her, but he was serious when he told her it took all of his strength to pull her away. Bloodlust makes you temporarily stronger, but it shouldn’t give her that much power. Now that they were bonded, she would gradually gain his same abilities, but it happened over a period of years, not minutes.

Of course, with Kate, everything was completely up in the air. He should learn to expect the unexpected, because every time he turned around, something new slapped him in the face.

His index finger rubbed back and forth as he admired his mating mark spanning the circumference of his left thumb. A matching one graced the same finger on Kate, confirming the bonding was complete. He had to admit he felt shamelessly possessive and virile at the sight of his permanent mark on her and vice versa.

While he was intensely proud of her strength and capability, the thought of his mate being anywhere near his nemesis had ice running through his veins. He loved her beyond his comprehension and could hardly breathe at the thought of anything bad happening to her. Reluctantly, he also knew she was their best hope at taking down a vampire that was once his closest friend. And the reality was he was helpless to stop her dreams, so he might as well use the information she saw to find him.

“Let’s get you back up to our bedroom so you can get dressed. As much as I’d love to keep you permanently naked, we have a rogue vampire to catch and some girls to save. You can tell me the details of your dream after we’ve showered.”

“Okay.”

The smile lit up her entire face up like a Christmas tree. A tidal wave of love washed over him and he knew he’d give this woman anything her heart desired. He was a complete and total goner.

And he’d never been happier. He only hoped that happiness didn’t come crashing down around him.

C
hapter 43

Mike

Mike’s head falling forward startled him awake. Jesus H, the older he got, the harder it was to shake off his annual night of stupidity. He would do it for Jamie, though. She deserved that much. Coming right to the station after his graveside vigil, he’d managed to catch a few hours of restless shut-eye on a worn-out sofa, broken springs digging into his back.

He hurt like hell today and was dragging ass. Even the shitty coffee wasn’t helping this morning. They’d need a few more pieces of information from Professor Bailey, but the bastard didn’t show at the scheduled time yesterday. Jake had an arrest warrant out on his ass since, according to his assistant, he’d taken an unexpected and indefinite leave of absence.

“Man, you look like shit,” Jake said as he strolled into their office. “Hard night?”

No way was he gonna spill his secrets to his partner. That was his cross to bear and his alone. Jake knew something was up, but he had to give the guy credit. He never pushed for an explanation. It made him a great partner.

“Something like that. Any word on the wily professor?”

“Nah. We’re watching his house. I have a feeling he’ll show up.”

Mike nodded in agreement.
Damn
…even that small action had his head protesting. A two-day hangover was hell. He’d already swallowed half a bottle of aspirin and not only did it
not
help his headache, now he felt like fire ants were eating a hole in his stomach too. He was probably getting an ulcer. Just his luck.

He pushed all that shit and wallowing aside. They had a job to do and it didn’t matter how bad he felt, he would do it.

On his desk were a dozen new ‘leads’ on Sarah’s disappearance that he had to wade through to determine what was shit and what may be valid.

Pushing back his splitting head and sour stomach, he got to work. He wouldn’t fail his friend. He wouldn’t fail his friend’s daughter. He would find Sarah even if it meant putting himself in the ground.

C
hapter 44

Xavier

“Sire, I have good news. Another successful delivery occurred this morning. Two more are progressing nicely and should deliver within the next few weeks.”

Xavier lounged in his office, his favorite Scotch in hand. He was sated for the moment, having recently devoured three, lovely fresh meals several nights ago at the human male’s house. He’d decided to leave the human male alive, for that was far more fun than relieving him of his heavy burden—the guilt of knowing it was
his
actions, or lack thereof, that resulted in the demise of his entire family.

Yes, he was a sadistic bastard.
Smile
.

“Good. And the new female?”

“Ah, progressing nicely. We’ve completed three rounds of inseminations and are monitoring her daily. We should know within the next couple of days if it took. If not, we’ll need to wait until the next cycle to try again, but all test results indicated she’s strong, healthy and fertile. I’m hopeful.”

His weakness cut him to the quick and generated an almost uncontrollable rage every time he thought about it. His breeding rates were off the charts successful, save one small fact. He had a goddamn genetic mutation where he spawned only females. He’d quit participating in the actual breeding many years ago, telling his lieutenants they had earned the privilege of helping him grow his army.

Other than breading, fucking, and feeding, females were useless, and since female vampires couldn’t breed, naturally they had to be disposed of. He didn’t share his former brethren’s reverence of female vampires.

Only two people knew of this genetic flaw and if his good doctor spoke of it, Xavier would quickly tear his throat out. Or draw out his torture painfully. Either way, he’d sign his own death warrant.

“Anything else?”

“No, my liege.”

“Then get the fuck out. And bring me a female. I’m hungry all of a sudden.”