Mia's Return
Author: Tracy Cooper-Posey
Date: 2013-06-15 20:49:29+00:00
Keywords: Menage; M M Romance; M M F; Vampires
Description: Alex has a past he'd rather no one learns about ... until Mia returns. Ten years ago Alexander hungered for Mia Menendez and for a single day they had indulged that passion before tragedy struck. Now Mia is back, but she thinks Alexander died ten years ago, and no man has been able to stir her heart since. The truth could kill her. Wyatt Whitacker, demon hunter, hates Alexander and all his kind. But one look at Mia and her pulse-stopping curves and his scarred, angry heart begins to melt and his body to rouse in ways he's long forgotten. The bonding has begun ...

Copyright © Tracy Cooper-Posey

Smashwords Edition

About Mia’s Return

Alex has a past he’d rather no one learns about…until Mia returns.

Ten years ago Alexander hungered for Mia Menendez and for a single day they had indulged that passion before tragedy struck. Now Mia is back, but she thinks Alexander died ten years ago, and no man has been able to stir her heart since. The truth could kill her.

Wyatt Whitacker, demon hunter, hates Alexander and all his kind. But one look at Mia and her pulse-stopping curves and his scarred, angry heart begins to melt and his body to rouse in ways he’s long forgotten.

The bonding has begun...

Warning: This story features two super hot alpha heroes, multiple sex scenes, including anal sex, MM sexual play, and MMF sex. Do not read this book if frank sexual language and sex scenes offend you.
No non-humans were harmed except for large numbers of Grimoré, who died with satisfactory squeals…

Mia’s Return is the second book in the Destiny’s Trinities series:
Book 1: Beth’s Acceptance
Book 2: Mia’s Return
Book 3: Sera’s Gift (to be released October 18, 2013)

Praise for Mia’s Return

2010 CAPA Finalist, Best Erotic Paranormal Romance

It was the bonding of the males that intrigued me the most. I must say this was a nicely rounded tale full of some very steamy lovemaking (notice I didn’t label it sex?). Alternative Read.com

Steamy is not enough to describe this book, the words burn your eyes. Enjoyed this one and can’t wait to read what happens in book 3 The Geeky Bookworm

Once again [she] takes her readers on an adventure to a mystified world filled with paranormal evil and danger that is absolutely riveting. The reader is treated to some of the most arousing and sensual sex scenes they’ll ever read. The Romance Studio

Chapter One

Alexander stretched back in his chair and glanced at the clock on the monitor. Four p.m. The work day was nearly over. He pushed back from the desk and looked out at the snow batting against his office window. It was already dark and Rockefeller Plaza looked frosty and uninviting, far below. Fifth Avenue, despite the cold, was clogged with traffic. Friday afternoon…everyone was trying to get home.

Ten years ago, he would have gagged at the sight of such respectability and normality. He had lived life on the edge, where he’d found the rush he’d needed. It was ironic that he had to become a vampire to turn into a respectable businessman.

Today, unlike most days, he’d been unable to settle to the work. Something was prodding him and his mind kept drifting back to his turning. Then there was the dream. Well, not exactly a dream, as vampires didn’t sleep.

Alexander rested his head against the back of the chair. What did one call a recurring series of images that kept replaying in one’s mind and while they played out, one was incapable of speaking and barely able to move? The compulsion of the images was like a waking dream, or memories of events that he had never actually experienced.

Each time, the sequence was almost the same. It began with his name being whispered.

Alexander.

The voice was strange to him. Neither friend nor foe. It was so low he could not tell if it was male or female. It was as soft as a caress.

The first time he’d heard it, the voice had merely made him look around and wonder who was calling him. Each time after that, now that he knew what to expect, the simple whisper was enough to make his entire body clench with instant hard arousal and his cock to leap to almost painful attention.

With it came a scent that he remembered; the dry, hot sandy fragrance of the sun-bleached country surrounding San Diego.

It made him remember what it was like to be human.

Then the images would begin to play in his head.

He was on his knees, his arms stretched out at shoulder height and secured in a way he could not see. In his lifetime that had only happened once—the night he had died, just before Zachariah had found him and made him a vampire. Those moments had been ones of remorse and fear. But in this dream, the position was one of submission and deep arousal, for there was a woman before him and he was naked, vulnerable and completely at her mercy.

In the way of dreams, he could not properly see her face. Her dark hair kept falling over it or she kept it turned from him. Or he simply could not see.

She stood before him, clothed in black, her hands in his hair, tilting his head up to study him. He could feel her approval although she spoke no words.

Then he felt the second presence. Undeniably male. Warm, heated. Inches from him, pressing up behind him.

Alexander groaned and began to tremble in anticipation. He was helplessly bound, theirs to deal with as they wished. His cock pulsed at the idea of being taken in as many ways as they might manage between them, this anonymous pair, for he could feel the female’s wish that he submit to exactly that.

The male’s hands gripped his hips and the hot body pressed into him from behind. Alexander could feel the man’s thick cock nestle into the crevice of his ass and his heart leapt, for the shaft and head was already slick with lubricant. The man’s strong hands were separating Alexander’s ass cheeks, seeking entry. More hot lubricant was spread around his anus and pushed inside.

The woman’s lips seared a hot imprint on his chest, distracting him. Alexander gasped as her tongue rasped over his stretched muscles and flesh, then felt the first probe of the man’s cock against his ass.

The woman’s hands on his shoulders brought him forward just a little, all that the bindings on his wrists would allow. It was enough to ease entry and Alexander moaned as the man’s cock pushed into him. His heart was thundering and his cock was ready to explode.

He was lifted back to his knees again, his back resting against the man’s chest. Alexander drew in a deep breath, trying to ride his excitement, to make it last.

The woman approved silently. She got to her knees in front of him, wordlessly admiring his body and that of the man behind him, her chin down, her hair curtaining her face. She reached for the man’s hand on Alexander’s hip and brought it further forward, coaxing.

The hot hand curled around Alexander’s aching cock and began to stroke.

Alexander cried out, almost coming at the first electrifying touch. He could feel himself clenching around the cock in his ass and just managed to barely ride out the explosion of pleasure, panting.

“Three it is, then,” came the whisper in his mind.

The woman leaned down low and took the man’s hand away. Alexander bit back a protest, his hands curling into fists and the bindings biting into his wrists, until her mouth enveloped the head of his cock and her hot, wet lips slid down his shaft.

The man’s hand dropped to cup and massage his balls.

Alexander tried to buck as pleasure erupted in him but the man’s arm wrapped around his chest like an iron band, holding him still while they tended to his needs. The woman’s mouth milked him, sliding up and down his shaft, the lips bumping over the head with teasing flutters of her tongue at the seam beneath. He wasn’t going to last. He could feel his cum swirling at the base of his balls, where the man was stroking. It was going to explode with all the fury and noise of an express train from a tunnel.

In the dream he could feel a shout—almost a scream—tearing at the back of his throat as his climax hit him. His cum was a hot stream.

But even as he came, the dream wavered and began to dissipate. In the dream, he was bound and could not hold on to them. He cried out, “No, stay!” but it was useless.

The first time the waking dream caught him, Alexander had been sitting reading a perfectly normal novel in the apartment he and Diego shared. He emerged from the dream with a chilled body, to discover he’d come in real life too. He’d showered and washed away the evidence and tried not to linger over such a vivid daytime fantasy.

The second time had been here in the office. He knew then he wasn’t dealing with a simple fantasy and lack of a sex life. But he wasn’t ready to speak to Diego and Zachariah, the two vampires he went to for advice. This was too weird even for the strange times they found themselves in.

The latest event was just now.

The back of his head throbbed. Alexander rubbed at his scalp and halted, feeling chilled, as the tips of his fingers tripped over tiny ridges and whorls. He’d never felt them before but he knew what they were.

It was a scar from a bullet wound to the back of his head. A scar that would have formed if he’d survived the shot as a human, instead of becoming a vampire.

He put his hand back on the desk and saw that it was not quite steady.

When Zachariah, Seaveth and Lindál had melded to form the first trinity as a defense against the Grimoré, Zach’s scar that had killed him as a human had reappeared.

Did that mean that he, Alexander, was about to be chosen for the second trinity? Was the first stage of bonding already underway? Was that what these dreams were all about?

Perhaps that was why he could not see the faces. He had not met the other two destined to be in the trinity yet.

Alexander told himself to relax and not jump to conclusions. He was not worthy to be chosen for the second trinity. Not with his past. The ancient forces that decided these things chose genuine heroes like Zachariah, who died protecting innocents, and Lindál, who gave up his entire race and inheritance in order to be with the ones he loved.

His office door pushed open and Diego Savage kept it propped open with one arm and nodded his head down the corridor. “I just saw the new receptionist. Kasey. Cassie. Chrissie. Momma mia.” He grinned and threw himself into the interview chair on the other side of Alexander’s desk. Diego was blessed with abundant Latino good looks that he used mercilessly on humans and vampires without qualms. “I might just have to ask that one out.”

“Christina.” Alexander logged off his computer, striving to look casual. Normal. “She’s human, Diego. Zachariah thought it would be better to have the real thing manning the reception area. She has no idea what we’re running here, so try to keep your incisors sheathed, hmmm?”

Diego ran his tongue over his teeth. “A tumble won’t hurt. She’s pretty.”

Alexander shook his head. “Don’t you have any scruples left?” It was a wasted question. There were only two things in life Diego cared about. Sex and hunting. All else was irrelevant.

“I must have dropped them somewhere,” Diego said, swinging his leg over the arm of the chair, completely unmoved.

Zachariah stepped into the office. “There you are.” He carried a McDonald’s sack. He sat in the other visitor’s chair and yanked at his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. “Diego, are you ever going to act like you’re taking this seriously?”

Diego was wearing black. Black pants, black sweater, black boots. “I can’t fight vampeen wearing a three piece suit,” he growled. “Want me to hit them with my briefcase?”

Zack shut the door with his heel and dug into the McDonald’s bag.

Alexander reached into his outbox and dumped the week’s summary folder in front of Diego. “Take that seriously, then. We found jobs for forty-three vampires this week and America’s in a recession. That’s jobs, identities, lives. Meaning.”

Diego snorted.

“We also found jobs for twenty-two humans,” Alexander added. “Which is surreal but just means we’re growing roots and networking our way into the human world, which is exactly what Seaveth wanted.”

Diego rolled his eyes. “Next time I’m faced with a pack of drooling vampeen I’ll flash them my Sears credit card. That’ll scare ’em.”

“As for that…” Alexander triggered the quick release on the sleeve sheath of his knife and caught it as it sprang from the sleeve, nicked a lock of Diego’s hair and handed it to him, all before Diego got his hand up to block Alexander’s arm. “There are other weapons besides briefcases. It’s carbon fiber, compressed to hold an edge and won’t show up in the security scans in the foyer downstairs.”

“Wow,” Diego breathed, sitting up, clearly impressed. “Show me the sheath.”

Zack took a huge bite of the hamburger and chewed. Both Alexander and Diego turned to watch him eat with profound interest.

He swallowed. “Sorry,” he said. “But…”

“Do you remember what they taste like?” Diego asked Alexander.

“Yes.” Alexander sighed.

“They look so good,” Diego murmured.

Zack grimaced. “Since the change, I can’t feed anymore. I have to get the calories from somewhere. We finally figured out that food is what I need.”

“You can eat anything?” Alexander asked enviously.

“Pretty much,” Zack confessed. “Except the elven crap Lindál tries to make.”

“And you have to…eliminate it too?” Alexander said delicately.

Zack grinned. “Yeah. What goes in, comes out.”

“But you’re still a vampire?” Diego said flatly.

“Yes.” Zack opened his mouth and his incisors descended. “I heal, my reaction times are faster than ever. I’m stronger than either of you since Lindál, Seaveth and I formed the trinity. I can create another vampire, if I have to.”

Zachariah had been reluctant to make Alexander ten years ago. Since then, Zachariah and Diego had taken him under their wing. In their eyes, he was still in training. A decade was barely enough time to remove the diapers.

Zachariah’s inclusion in the trinity against the Grimoré—the first of the trinities, if Seaveth was to be believed—had made Diego angrier than usual, so this was the first time Zack had given them a glimpse of some of the more private aspects of that very odd arrangement between him, a human and an elf.

Diego crossed his arms, his leg swinging again. “You might be stronger, Zachariah but you’re certainly not any smarter. Hooking up with that elvish mutation? What exactly is it you do at night, anyway?”

“Shut up, Diego,” Alex told him. “You don’t know anything about it.”

Zack kept on eating, clearly starving. He knew Diego’s history better than Alexander and didn’t rise to the bait.

The phone on Alexander’s desk beeped. “It’s your line, Zack,” Alexander said. “Lindál’s cell phone.”

Zack waved. “You get it,” he said around a mouthful of hamburger.

“It’s Alexander, Lindál,” he said into the phone. “Zack’s…eating.” Even saying it felt strange.

“I’m cornered in an alley on Cherry Street, by Rutgers Street,” Lindál said sharply. “About thirty of them. This is new, this time of day. Come fast.” Then nothing.

Alexander hung up. “Vampeen. Thirty, on Cherry Street, by Rutgers.”

Zack swept the food into the bag and stood up. So did Diego.

“You don’t have to come,” Zack said to Diego. “The mutant and I can handle it.”

Diego shrugged. “I need some entertainment.”

Zack looked at Alexander.

“I’d go with you if you needed me but thirty seems manageable if both you and Lindál are there…and I have a date.” Alexander hid his smile.

“You son of a dog,” Diego said. “Who?”

“Christine.”

“Fuck,” Diego swore. “Who’s lost their scruples now?”

“I’m just welcoming her to the company, Diego. Back down.”

Diego’s black eyes looked thundery. “One day, my friend, you will fall from your pedestal and I hope I’m around to see it.”

“I fell off that pedestal ten years ago, Diego. Zachariah saved my ass and gave me a second chance. I have no intention of blowing it. Go haul Lindál’s ashes out of the fire instead of giving me grief. I’ve got things to do.”

Zachariah smiled as he held the door open for Diego. “You’re learning, kid,” he told Alexander. Then he was gone.

Alexander found he was smiling as he reloaded his knife and headed out the door. He bade Christine goodnight and confirmed their arrangements. She was pretty in a pink and white way but he would never let Diego know she left him completely unmoved.

He considered running down the fire escape stairs to the foyer to avoid the congestion in the elevators. At this time of day it would take forever. The stairs wouldn’t tax him in the slightest. But it might draw attention to him. So he patiently waited for the elevator and stepped on with a dozen others and moved to the side to give them room.

The elevator stopped on the next floor, with more people getting on but by then his animal instinct was crowding him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He was being watched. His heart thundered.

He made no sudden moves. Instead, as people pushed onto the elevator, he turned so his back was to the side wall of the car, giving him an excuse to look at everyone if he brought his head up.

He lifted his head and looked around.

She was standing on the other side of the car, almost completely obscured by the other riders because she was only just over five foot.

Mia. Shamira Menendez of San Diego, California.

His first aching thought was, You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia.

Then reality caught him in the chest. Mia was staring at him because she thought he was dead. She thought he’d died ten years ago, in San Diego.

Now she was watching him with tears in her eyes and all he could think about was his swelling cock and his exploding heart and how much he wanted to take up where he had left off…bend her over the counter, sliding his cock into her pussy and making her scream his name.

“Are you all right, sir?”

He tore his gaze away from Mia. “Excuse me?” he said hoarsely. He looked down at the gray-haired lady next to him.

“Your breathing is all funny,” she said. “Are you claustrophobic?”

Others were looking at him now. Becoming the center of attention was never a good thing for a vampire. Zack had drilled that into him. Seaveth was even more of a sergeant about it now vampires were assimilating into human society. He swallowed. “I’m fine,” he said.

But he wasn’t. He looked at Mia. She was still watching. She knew it was him. There was no way to deny it. No escape. No bluff he could use to fool her. The knowledge gleamed in her eyes.

“Give him room, please,” she said. “Everyone, stand back a bit.” She stepped closer, taking charge.

They all shuffled back and squeezed closer together, clearing eighteen inches. Mia pushed between them and stepped into the space. “Take a deep breath,” she told him, her voice low.

He couldn’t tear his gaze from her face. The tears in her eyes pooled and one fell down her cheek. Just one. But she didn’t wipe it, or show any sign of emotion. Cool, calm, controlled. “We’re nearly there,” she added, speaking for the others in the car, maintaining the illusion of a claustrophobe in full panic mode. She knew as well as he did it was nothing of the sort.

As the doors opened, the others stood back, letting them exit first. She grabbed his lapels and hauled him from the car. He let her, for he stood a foot higher than her and outweighed her by nearly a hundred pounds. But her scent was wreathing his head and making his senses reel. Something with vanilla and…grapefruit? He could feel his incisors trying to descend and his mouth filling with vampire saliva to deaden her flesh so she wouldn’t feel the first piercing of his teeth. His cock was pounding with the agonizing need to slam her up against the marbled walls of the foyer and fuck her senseless.

He was almost hyperventilating with the dilemma.

Her hand rested on his chest. God, he could feel her heat through her hand. He swallowed.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” she whispered. No hello. No attempt to confirm who he was. She was that sure of him despite ten years.

He couldn’t afford to answer her, to even start the conversation. Instead, he stared at her, soaking up details. She had been eighteen when he left and even at that age, infinitely dangerous to his pulse. Now she was a mature woman and beyond dangerous. He could feel it in his heart, his mind, his cock. His whole body was responding to her like a nuclear magnet. She wore her dark hair down to her shoulder blades but styled in some mysterious fashion that just brushed over one eye and framed her high cheekbones and pointed chin. Her black eyes, still gleaming with tears and with their arched strong brows, were staring at him, giving him no quarter. They never had. Her lips…full, the top one like a cupid’s bow. He had dreamed about kissing those lips and woken sweating in his lonely bed all those years ago when he could sweat. Those lips still looked sweet, the teeth behind them white and beckoning.

Mia was wearing a dress. He had no way to describe it, except to say it wrapped her in roses and made the most of her figure. She had a figure. Even at eighteen she’d had a figure. He had lusted after it. In ten years, it had changed very little. Her breasts had not sagged. Her hips had not spread. Her waist was still as tiny as ever. It was that tiny waist he had grabbed as he had bent her over the counter….

He realized his heart was thundering in his ears. With her hand on his chest, she must surely feel it too.

She was frowning, staring at him. “You haven’t changed,” she said. “Not at all.” She stepped back, her hand falling away.

Alexander realized she had seen, then, he had not aged. This was one of the reasons that Zachariah and Diego had insisted he move to New York once Zack had made him.

Mia took another step backward and he could see her doing the mental math.

“Mia,” he began and stopped, mentally cursing. He’d just confirmed he was who she thought he was. Until that moment there had remained the possibility of pretending she’d made an embarrassing mistake. It would have killed him to do it and it would have hurt her, but it would have been a way out. That chance was gone now.

He closed his eyes. What a fucking disaster. He opened them again and took a last look at her. Beautiful Mia. She was starting to realize there was something dreadfully wrong. Horror was creeping into her expression. He needed to leave before she began to look at him like the monster he was.

He turned and walked away, moving fast. As soon as he reached the corridor between the elevator banks, he ducked between them and moved faster. She would never catch him once he reached the service stairs door, for he knew the basement area well. Plus, once he was out of sight of humans he could use vampire speed. He would make sure she didn’t catch him.

He had to.

* * * * *

When Shamira realized she had lost him in the crowd, she turned and leaned against the cool marble wall and caught her breath, feeling her feet throb in her Jimmy Choos. They had been the perfect shoes for the interview but right now she’d give them away for a pair of Reebok sneakers.

Alexander. Her mind whispered the name, even as she tried to distract herself with thoughts of shoes, interviews and fashion. Usually, fashion and shopping were more than adequate distractions on their own. Hell, she’d flown up from D.C. for a two-day shopping trip instead of flying straight back to San Diego after the interview. What had she been thinking? Two days shopping on Fifth Avenue? She’d grown moist and perky just thinking about it. She was shallow and superficial—

“Stop it, Mia, why are you doing this?” she whispered, rolling her head back against the marble, her eyes stinging. Truth was, she didn’t want to think about him, but she could still feel his warmth where she’d rested her hand against his chest. Alexander le Croix. The man she’d obsessed about since she was sixteen. The man who had bent her over her kitchen counter at eighteen, pushed a hand between her legs and whispered in her ear.

Her heart hurried along just at the memory of it and the memory was a decade old.

Alexander had been mixed up with the people her brothers had hung with. Her brothers had been edging into gang business but Alexander wasn’t part of the gangs, oh no. He was higher up, at the business end of affairs, moving with the silent men who listened a lot and spoke less, except to say yes or no. They dealt with amounts of money in a single transaction that would have made most folk in San Diego go white and tremble in shock if they learned of it. These were the sort of men who used the gangs as tools—commodities to move around the chessboard to complete their business.

Like all of them, Alexander spoke seldom but watched and listened, his blue eyes moving around the room and measuring people, anticipating them. The first time she has seen him was when Juan had brought him to the trailer to pick up something Juan had hidden beneath his bunk in an anonymous bag. Shamira had learned long before not to ask questions.

She had been doing homework at the kitchen table and tried to go back to it but her heart squeezed to a stuttering stop as the man with the blue eyes and dark red hair stared at her while he stood at the front door of the double-wide.

“Why don’t you shut the door and keep the cool air inside?” she suggested, trying to sound calm.

He shut it and lifted a brow in a silent question.

“Thanks,” she said stiffly and went back to work…or tried to. She couldn’t settle to it but refused to look back up, because she was almost certain the man was looking at her, still. When Juan came back to the front door where he stood, she allowed herself to look up and was glad to see the man was looking at Juan. She had a feeling, though, that she was not wrong, that until Juan entered the room he had been watching her.

After that, the man who she quickly learned was called Alexander le Croix seemed to appear at their trailer every few days or so. Sometimes he was with one of her brothers. Sometimes he wasn’t. He always had business of some kind, some reason for calling by.

Shamira found that her pulse would jump each time she realized Alexander was at the door. She was aware of the boys at school in a giggly schoolgirl way, but Alexander was different. Alexander was a man and made her pussy ache and her clit throb, virgin though she was. Her nipples would swell when she saw him and when she thought of him.

She was careful not to let her brothers know of her reactions to him. They would kill her, then shoot Alexander, if they learned of her attraction to him.

A year wound on and she turned seventeen. Her feelings for Alexander grew stronger and more embedded. She would lie awake in her bed at night and masturbate, thinking of how he might fuck her, his cock driving into her while he watched her with his blue eyes. Then she would climax with powerful orgasms, choking her cries so no one in the trailer would hear her.

Her knowledge of Alexander le Croix grew more sophisticated, too. A question here, a casual comment there, and over fourteen months she built a solid picture of him, possibly more complex than even the local police files. Certainly, she knew more about Alexander’s sexual preferences.

He’d come out of Louisiana in his mid-twenties and cast off his accent as quickly as he could, along with his family ties. He had not looked back. Some said he didn’t return because of shame, some said orphan, some said he had been cast out. After roaming for four years, he’d stumbled into California, ended up in San Diego and took a liking to the dry heat.

Money trouble landed him in a deal with a loan shark. But Alexander was a mathematical genius, a lightning calculator, able to compute odds instantly. He had used his skills to gamble with the loan shark on an all-or-nothing bet that he’d won with interest.

His ability had come to the attention of the shark’s boss and Alexander’s entry into business life was a lock, for the boss had not appreciated the irony of the bet the way Alexander had.

Since his forced recruitment, Alexander had been working his way up the sometimes slippery chain of command, doing deals and taking what enjoyment he could from life. That enjoyment, in large part, included women.

Alexander liked women a lot and had a reputation for hunting and seducing the most attractive and hardest-to-get women in San Diego and bringing them to their knees. He liked to dominate them in bed. Here, Mia’s information became sketchy, for she’d been forced to rely on second and third-hand gossip and rumors, drawn from friends of friends of women whom Alexander had bedded. Mia didn’t know the types of woman Alexander hunted directly. She was too young and far too protected. But the rumors were fascinating. There were hints of toys, bondage, more.

The whispers were enough for Mia to expand her own sexual education, to illicitly read about these things. What she read excited her, as she imagined Alexander doing those things to her—tying her up, using dildos on her, licking her clit until she came. Even darker, more wicked play. Anal sex. Threesomes. Always, she imagined her hands thrusting into his dark red hair as she arched hard in the throes of a throbbing climax that he gave her. Mia’s masturbation sessions became even more frantic and heated.

She could barely look Alexander in the eye when he was in the room. What if he saw the knowledge in her face? She was always wet and ready for him and imagined his gaze following her as she moved about the trailer.

Juan brought Bruno Perez home for dinner one night, as well as Alexander. Alexander silently took his usual seat next to her mother, the position of honor. Her mother had long ago decided Alexander was wonderful, for he never failed to bring her flowers or compliment her in flawless Spanish. Their father had died five years ago of cancer and her mother was the head of the family, although Juan really controlled it.

Mia stared at Juan, silently demanding an explanation for Bruno.

“Bruno is taking you on a date tonight,” Juan said. “I arranged it.”

Bruno looked down at the table.

“You what?” Mia cried, bouncing back up off her chair. “How dare you!”

“You’re nearly eighteen, Mia,” Juan said. “You’ve never had a date—”

“No one gets to call me Mia except Alexander!” she screamed.

Silence. She could feel the shock around the table. Finally, she dared to look at Alexander. His blue eyes were drilling into hers. There was no laughter there. No misunderstanding. He knew exactly what she was offering…and there was acceptance.

She almost moaned with the sudden pleasure and anticipation rippling through her.

Alexander cleared his throat. “Perhaps you should go on a date, Mia,” he said mildly, “if you’ve never been on one. They can be fun.”

Juan was still staring at her, his mouth open, as if the cat had suddenly begun to speak and in Finnish, to boot. Her mother had her hands to her cheeks, appalled at the drama at her table.

Mia was trembling. Slowly, she sat down, realizing that Alexander was trying to minimize the damage and cover it up. He was controlling things. He had accepted her and now he was protecting her.

Her pussy clenched, squeezing out cream.

“I suppose one date won’t hurt,” she said stiffly, picking up her knife and fork.

Juan, with no argument left to fight, blew out his breath. “Fine,” he said and began to eat. Bruno, after some hesitation, also began to eat.

It should have been the most awkward meal of her life but all Mia could think of was the man on the other side of the table from her.

He wanted her.

She could feel her body wanting to go up in flames with the potential of what might happen now. She even submitted to the process of her first date with serene good humor. She dressed the part, wearing a virginal, pretty dress and accepted her brother’s offer of a ride to the cinema and Bruno’s clumsy attempt at a seduction in the backseat with almost hysterical amusement. Bruno walked her back to the trailer and she let him kiss her goodnight but didn’t invite him in. Juan was waiting inside with big brother seriousness. She bade Juan goodnight and headed to bed, where she would at last be alone and able to deal with her thoughts.

Alexander was waiting for her in her room.

Mia had not thought her body could possibly withstand any more heat but the moment she saw him sitting on the edge of her narrow bed, she flushed from head to toe. Her nipples hardened.

She swallowed, her hand hovering over the light switch.

Alexander held a long finger against his lips but the caution was needless. She’d learned from long experience with her own orgasms that the walls in the trailer were paper-thin.

She left the light off, kicked off her shoes and put them to one side with the others. She moved to the edge of the bed next to him and put her lips next to his ear. This close, she could feel his body heat. “Did you force my window?” she said in English.

He turned his head to murmur into her ear. His breath fanned her cheek. “It wasn’t so hard. We must talk.”

“I like your voice when you speak English.”

“Surprising. English is an ugly language.” He paused. “Mia, do you have any idea what you’re getting into? What you’re asking for?”

She shuddered, as images cascaded through her mind, a catalogue of her daydreams and research in rapid succession. Prime among them, her naked body spread beneath him as Alexander held her down and slid his cock into her pussy. She studied him in the moonlight and all she could see was what he would look like naked and resting over her, straining for release, instead of calmly sitting on the edge of her bed. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice hoarse.

Alexander lifted her chin, looking at her in the light streaming through the window. “You’re too young,” he said. “I’ll ruin you.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.” He stood up and moved to the window.

She reached for him. “Does that mean you won’t take me?” She wound her arms around him, trying to keep him near.

“If I were any sort of man at all, I wouldn’t,” he told her, his lips brushing her cheek as he spoke, making her tremble. “Maybe I’ll find the strength to say no, yet.”

Her heart squeezed to a halt. “I don’t want you to say no,” she whispered and pressed herself up against him. She was uncertain of how effective it would be, or exactly how much power she had over him…a seventeen year old virgin’s charms against all the gorgeous women he had dominated, fucked and left?

But the effect was magical. He choked back a groan and pulled her even more tightly against him. She could feel his cock against her stomach, beating with life of its own. His hand was on her ass, pressing her hips against him while his hand twined in her hair where it lay against her back, so that her breasts were pressed against his chest, with only the silk business shirt he wore and her white cotton sundress separating them. She had deliberately worn no bra tonight to measure how desperate Juan was to have her bedded and out of his hair as a little sister. Juan had raised no protest.

Now Alexander would be able to feel her nipples against him, telling him of her arousal, if the heat of her did not.

He let her go and she could feel his reluctance. Wordlessly, he climbed out the window and was gone, leaving her to her lonely bed once more.

Their encounters after that became more heated and pointed. Mia began to realize she had power of a kind over Alexander and used it mercilessly. If there was no one else in the room, Mia would press herself against him, or touch him. Gradually, her touching became more direct, as she learned what worked best, what was most devastatingly effective upon him. If there was time, she would unfasten or unbutton his shirt and stroke or lick his chest and abdomen, her body undulating with pleasure. She liked to make him groan and to leave him breathless. She found the most delight in making his cock rock-hard and throbbing, but she never touched it directly. Sometimes she would tease him by brushing against the material tenting over it and drawing her fingernail down the straining fabric, so that the vibrations would transmit against his cock. Alexander would suck in his breath in a sharp hiss or groan. She would cup and squeeze his ass through his trousers and press her breasts against him, rubbing until her nipples ached.

He did not initiate anything. He seemed reluctant to seduce her in any way and acted like a man tortured by his own feelings. Despite her teasing he did not respond to her, even though he looked like a man just holding onto the edges of his control—he looked tired and when Mia was teasing him, his knuckles would whiten and his jaw would flex as he fought to keep still.

But he did not stay away, either. He kept returning to the trailer, finding excuses to come back, some of them flimsy even to Mia’s ears. “You have to find better reasons, Alexander. You have bosses, people who don’t like to be fucked with. They don’t just fire you, in your business. They take you out into a lonely canyon and two weeks later the police find a body with a bullet in the base of its skull and they’re trying to match fingerprints.”

But still, he kept returning and she kept up her one-way seduction, unable to stop herself.

Until, on her eighteenth birthday, Alexander kissed her twice.

The first one was a chaste kiss on the cheek in front of her family, around the kitchen table. She smiled her thanks and waited. Her opportunity came two hours later, when the party was winding down. She saw Alexander take the garbage bags out to the bins at the end of the park. She checked to make sure no one was watching her, then slipped out the front door and circled around to meet him as he was heading back.

“You owe me a better kiss than that peck you gave me,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He glanced around for witnesses but she didn’t care. The trailer park could go fuck itself. They’d all tell Juan but what could Juan do? This was Alexander.

“Let go, Mia,” he said quietly. “You know this isn’t a good idea.”

“Just kiss me, Alex. It’s dark. The world will see you kissing yet another woman.”

“You really think I give a damn what the world thinks?” he said sharply.

“Then why…?”

“For the love of…” he said with a sigh. He dipped his head, his hands about her face and kissed her.

Her breath left her in a rush as his lips fitted over hers. It felt right. All her imaginings, all her fantasies, had not painted it better than this. She had not conceived the heat, the softness, the moisture of his lips and his tongue as it stole into her mouth and stroked her teeth and tongue.

One hand slid down to press her against him, low against the back of her hip. The other slid into her hair and held her head steady. She needed it. She was dizzy, her pussy slick with sudden, shocking arousal. She moaned into his mouth and wound her arms around his neck, trying to inhale him. She wanted more, much more.

She could feel his cock rear between them and welcomed it. She rubbed herself against its length, wanting it inside her.

Alexander let her go and she staggered back a step. He was breathing hard. “Do you understand now?” he said quietly. “If I start, there’s a real chance I might not stop and what I want to do to you is beyond your wildest imaginings, sweet Mia. I’ll corrupt your soul.”

“You might be surprised.” Her voice was hoarse.

“There’s very little left in this world that can surprise me,” Alexander said bitterly.

“I love you,” she said softly. “Does that surprise you?”

He groaned and covered his eyes with his hands. Abruptly, he turned and walked into the shadows and was gone.

He didn’t return for two weeks. Mia graduated high school in that time. She was standing in the kitchen area, washing dishes, her mind drifting with the bubbles when he slid into the corner of her vision. She held back her gasp of surprise and wiped her hands on the towel, trying to get her heart back under control.

Even at ten in the morning, Alexander looked drained. Haunted.

“Alex—”

He held up a hand. “Let me speak first. Then you can call me what you want.”

“There’s no one home but me,” she warned.

“I know.” He took a breath. “If Juan knew I was here, he’d kill me. He saw us the night of your birthday. He agreed to leave you out of it if I never saw or spoke to you again.”

She drew in a shaky breath. “But you’re his superior. I don’t know how it all works but I know that much.”

“You’re his sister. Hierarchy doesn’t count when it comes to blood.” He pushed a hand through his hair. “There are other…issues. I’m going to have to leave town. There’s a man from…well, elsewhere. Zachariah. I think I can arrange something with him. I’ll spare you the details. But I have to go.” His blue eyes pinned her to the spot, as they glittered with intensity. “I’m here to say goodbye.”

Extraordinary calm came over her. “Take me with you.”

Alexander shook his head. Slowly. “We’d be hunted by everyone. Juan will never rest. He’ll have the commission out looking for us and we’d never be able to stop running.”

“Then marry me. Juan can’t argue with that.”

He stared at her.

She had her first moment of doubt. “Unless…you don’t want to, that is. I’m sorry. I just assumed…idiot me…” She turned back to the sink, dying inside.

He turned her around, rough and fast. “For god’s sake, don’t look like that. I’d marry you in a heartbeat, if I thought it’d actually solve anything. But I still don’t know if you realize what you’d be getting into if you came with me. You don’t know who I am. Not really.”

“I have ears. You think people don’t talk? My brothers mix with bad blood, too. I hear things.”

“No, not the business stuff,” he said, his voice rasping. “All this time you’ve been playing a dangerous game with me, not knowing who it is you’ve been toying with.”

“You’re wrong,” she said, her heart fluttering.

He moved quickly, pushing her up against the counter and bending her over, so that her torso and the top of her breasts were supported against it. Her ass was pushed up against him and she gasped.

“You think so, hmmm?” he crooned, his voice low, suddenly dark with promise. His hands slid down to rest on her ass, then spread out and around to grip her hips.

She shivered. What was this? Was he about to fuck her right here in the kitchen? She looked over her shoulder at him, as her nipples hardened. She didn’t care. Let him. Her virginity had always been his to take anyway. If this was to be his parting gift, or her way of convincing him to take her with him, so be it. “More,” she told him and pressed her hips back against him. Let him feel her wet pussy through her cotton skirt.

He groaned and thrust against her and she could feel his cock lengthen and harden against her ass. She began to tremble.

“You have a pretty idea of sex and romance,” he told her. “But it’s a different world where I come from.” His hands slid up the back of her thighs, making her pant and her legs shake. He flipped her skirt up across her back and stroked her ass through her panties, close to her damp cleft. “Sex is just the beginning.” He grabbed her panties and ripped them from her.

She gasped, grabbing at the counter, her pussy rippling as moisture oozed from her. Her clit was throbbing and she moaned from the ache to have it touched and from the need to come.

Alexander was roughly pushing her tank top up her torso now, exposing her breasts. Her grip on the counter was desperate. Her nails dug into the sides of it and she almost wept as his big hands cupped her breasts and her rock-hard nipples brushed against his palms. She arched back as he squeezed them gently.

“Like this?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” she hissed but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“How about this?” he asked and pulled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She bucked as shafts of electrifying pleasure bolted straight to her clitoris. She began to pant again.

His hands smoothed their way down to between her legs, toward her clitoris. She moaned in anticipation as one curled over her mons. His fingers slipped between her damp labia, bumping against her clit, making her twitch and gasp. He stroked, teasing, not intending to make her come but soaking his fingers in her juices.

He brought his hands around to her rear and began to stroke again, gathering juices, then thrusting his fingers inside her. She moaned, pushing back. “Harder,” she gasped. “More.”

He pushed another finger inside her and there was a sharp pain and a small tearing sound that made her gasp, her eyes widening.

Alexander grew very still. “Jesus Christ, you’ve never fucked anyone,” he breathed.

“You’re asking if I’m a virgin?”

“I think I just took care of that technicality.” He withdrew his fingers. “Stand up and turn around,” he said dryly.

She stood up, trembling, letting her skirt drop around her thighs and turned around, tugging down her top.

His hand was bloody.

“You didn’t know?” she asked.

“You seemed…knowledgeable.” He moved to the empty sink and washed his hand.

“Virginity and innocence don’t always go hand in hand,” she said and this time she knew she was the one who sounded dry.

“What, you were saving yourself for me?” he said, his back to her.

“Yes.”

She saw his movements check. Then he turned to face her. “Why me? I’m…rotten.” His expression grew grim. “Besides, it’s too late, now.”

She nodded. “It’s too late for us but I still want you. I’ve wanted you for two years. Now I want you to take me. Will you? For my birthday? I want you to take me in every perverted way you can think of. In every hole. In every way. By the time you walk out that door, I don’t want to be a virgin in any way.”

He swallowed, as sweat suddenly glistened at his temples. “Good Christ, Mia. Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed of doing just that?”

She smiled. “About as many as I’ve masturbated over and over and wished you would.”

Alexander drew in a shaky breath. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “You’re killing me.”

“Then fuck me and leave, Alex.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can.”

“What, fuck me?”

“Oh, I can do that,” he breathed. “It’s the leaving I’m not sure of.”

She smiled.

“You don’t understand,” he said, drawing her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her. “If I don’t leave, we could both die. Haven’t you yet realized the stakes?”

She nodded as understanding dawned in her. “I do now,” she whispered. Alexander’s drawn face, his great reluctance to touch her, finally made sense. “Don’t worry about it. Just fuck me and I will make you leave. I promise I won’t cling to you afterward.”

“Impossible situation….” he muttered and rested his head against hers with a sigh.

Mia knew she would have to push Alexander into acting. He was skewered by his better judgment and wouldn’t put her at risk by something he did. She was going to have to do it for him. She lifted her lips the scant inch she needed to bring them against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She brought her hand up to the back of his head, holding his head steady and keeping it there, so she could kiss him deeply.

At the same time, she found the tab on the zipper of his trousers and slipped it undone. She pushed her hand inside and over the elastic of his boxers. The heat of his cock guided her. She closed her hand around it and stroked upward, lightly.

Alex groaned and his hips jerked. He broke away from her, staring. His chest rose and fell swiftly. He licked his lips.

Mia pulled off her tank top and dropped it to the floor. She wore no bra. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders and stroked her nipples, which stood hard and erect. Alex watched every move she made.

She reached for the fastening on her skirt, popped the button undone and let the skirt drop to the ground around her bare feet in a cotton cloud. Naked, she stepped toward Alex.

He held up a hand. “A moment,” he said, his voice hoarse. He’d spoken in Spanish. His gaze swept her from head to foot. “You’re beautiful,” he pronounced, in English this time.

She smiled and reached for his belt buckle. “As good as in your dreams?”

“Better. Your scent… I never remember your scent right.”

She could see the pulse in his throat running fast and kissed it as she unbuttoned his shirt and laid it open. “I love your shirts. I love to rub against them. I have always itched to take them off you.” She slipped the gossamer fabric from his shoulders and let it drop to the counter, then spread her hands over his chest, feeling it rise and fall and the heat of his skin.

She kissed his flesh between her fingers, then nipped it with her teeth and heard his little hiss. He gripped her arms.

“You’re more of a gourmand than I’d suspected,” he growled. He lifted her to her toes and bent to kiss her breast.

She held her breath, anticipating the sensation. His mouth touched the upper slope of her right breast and his hot tongue rasped across her flesh, as his lips tracked a moist path slowly down to her hard, erect nipple.

Alex flicked his tongue over the nipple, a soft swipe. She moaned.

Then he sucked the point of her breast into his mouth, nipple and all and she cried out, clutching at him for support as the delicious sensations shot through her. He worked at her breasts, alternating between the two, biting and teasing for long minutes while she trembled and turned into a weak and moaning pillar of lust-crazed nerve-endings. She grew blind and deaf to everything but what Alex was doing to her and she never wanted him to stop even though she could barely draw a breath. Her thighs were coated with her cream, where it seeped from her pussy.

He let go of her arms and slipped one of his around her back to support her, for she could barely stand on her own. His other hand drifted down to her abdomen. The muscles there quivered as he stroked her belly and her hips thrust forward. She moaned helplessly.

He cupped her labia and Mia gripped Alex’s shoulders desperately. “No, I’ll come, Alex. I’m too close.”

He lifted his lips from her breasts. “Come for me,” he said. He thrust his fingers into her pussy and kneaded her swollen and throbbing clit with his thumb, using hard, knowing strokes as he looked into her eyes.

Her orgasm ripped her apart. Her body bent like a sapling as the hard silvery pleasure wrenched at her. As she came she felt Alex kiss her, his lips between her breasts.

He lifted her back to her feet, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy. “You didn’t scream.” His voice was low and thick with lust. His eyes looked sleepy.

“I’ve spent so many nights fantasizing about you fucking me and muffling my screams as I came, I don’t think I could scream even if I wanted to. Not in this place.”

“Ah…” He smiled and reached for the opening on his trousers. “I’ll have to see if I can change that.”

She licked her lips as he stripped and she saw his cock for the first time. She already knew it was thick around the shaft and long with a rounded head. Now she studied the tracery of veins in the shaft, the red coloring with the touch of purple at the head and the heavy balls beneath.

“Do you want to touch it?” he asked. “You’ve spent enough time these last months threatening to, after all.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “I do.” She coaxed Alex to spread his legs by gently pressing against the insides of his thighs. She cupped his testicles and gently squeezed them and was rewarded by his unsteady indrawn breath. Encouraged, she licked them. The scent of him, strongly male and musky, was heady.

She forgot about experimentation and right and wrong and simply followed her instincts. She licked and probed with her tongue and lips and grew aware of Alex’s hand in her hair and his hoarse voice guiding her with little moans and words of encouragement.

She slid her tongue along the length of his cock and felt his pelvis twitch in response. With a smile, she stretched her lips and took his cock into her mouth. His hand clenched in her hair. “God, Mia,” he groaned.

Her pussy clenched at the desperate note in his voice. That she could do that to him was exciting. She licked at his cock, toying with the head and felt him twitch. Very quickly she coupled together all her reading and fantasizing with reality and applied it. What she hadn’t anticipated was how pleasurable she would find it. She could feel her body responding, humming in a way that told her she could so easily build to a quick and fiery climax of her own. She shifted on her knees, squeezing her thighs together.

Alex was clutching at the counter, his hand in her hair curling and releasing spasmodically as his climax approached. His balls tightened and his cock jerked in her mouth. She didn’t need his whispered “I’m coming,” as a warning. His seed spilled into her throat in hot blasts and the salty, thick taste was a novelty but not nearly as disgusting as her friends at school had described it. She swallowed without qualms.

Alex took her face in his hands and kissed her, slow and hard. “You take my breath away.”

“I hope not,” she said. “You’re going to need it for a while yet.” She smoothed her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. “At least twice yet, by my count.” She pressed herself against him. “I didn’t wear you out did I?” she asked innocently and looked up at him with her eyes wide.

His hands captured her ass, his blue eyes glinted. “That’s not something you ask a man and get away without penalty,” he growled.

She smiled. “I know.”

He pressed her against him and she felt his cock against her, already thick and erect once more. “You’re in trouble,” he told her.

She nodded.

He lifted her and she instinctively coiled her legs about his waist, liking that her face was up near his, her lips were by his. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. “Fuck me,” she said, letting her lips brush his.

He carried her over to the table, pulled Juan’s chair out of the way and laid her on the bare, cool laminate, then picked up his trousers, delved into a pocket and pulled out a condom. She watched him roll it onto his cock with deep interest.

He rested her heels on the corners of the table and grasped her hips. “Let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?”

“Don’t look so worried,” she told him. “I’ve wanted this since I was sixteen. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried but I might have to slap you around if you don’t hurry up and fuck me.”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. “I’ve unleashed a monster.” He pushed his cock up against the tight entrance of her pussy and she took a breath, deliberately letting her muscles relax, allowing him entrance. Alex nudged inside, pushing harder. Her tight ring of muscles let him in, spreading to give him access. She felt discomfort but no pain and after a few seconds, even the discomfort fled. He slid further in, until he was fully seated and she could feel his balls rest against her ass.

She sighed. Possession. What a magical word. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

He pulled out of her again and pushed back in very slowly. And again. Each time he pushed back in, she felt a growing, writhing frustration. She wanted more. Harder. Faster. She could feel her juices gathering around his cock and her body starting to shake with excitement. She looked up at Alex, her breath hitching.

“Alex!” she pleaded.

Sweat was dotting his temples. He was watching her, gauging her responses and it seemed he was waiting for just this moment. His grip on her hips tightened and he drove into her faster and harder, just as she wanted.

She arched like a bow, loving it. Wanting it. She propped herself on the table as Alex rammed himself into her. “Come for me,” she said, using his phrase.

He came with a growl, the tendons on his neck straining, his hands on her hips gripping hard, as he thrust in little spurts, his hips working.

He closed his eyes for a moment as his climax swept through him, then sighed and smiled at her, as he carefully pulled his cock from her pussy. “I’m not going to make any comments. You’ll turn it somehow into an observation about my age and inadequate performance.”

She laughed, for Alexander had supreme confidence and his age had never been an issue. Only her age had been a barrier. She climbed from the table, feeling the smallest twinge of discomfort.

Alex was digging in his trousers again and withdrew another condom and a small tube that she recognized by intention rather than label. Lubricant.

Her whole body clenched in pleasurable anticipation.

Alex stripped the condom from his cock and wrapped it in several paper towels. He put it to one side on the kitchen counter. “Later, I’ll bury it in the trash outside,” he said. He turned to her. “Do you still want to finish this, Mia?”

She knew what he was asking. “I want it. I want your cock up my ass.”

His cock jerked as she baldly named her third and last desire. “Where did you learn that you might like such a thing, my sweet Mia, hmmm?”

“When I learned that you did like it and started to fuck myself in the ass with my own dildos and imagine it was you doing it to me,” she told him.

He was reaching for the condom and lubricant he had put on the counter but his hand paused and his eyes widened as he looked at her. “I never really stood a chance, did I?” he said. “I corrupted you just by being around you.”

“I call it something else entirely,” Mia told him. She crooked her finger. “Come here, and bring those with you.”

He picked up the condom and tube, strode to her and picked her up, his arms around her waist and carried her over to the sofa. He placed her on her knees on the cushions and put the tube and condom aside. “You’re more of a temptress as a virgin than women with twice your experience. God help the world in ten years’ time.”

She felt a warm glow at the compliment. “As long as I’m tempting enough for right now.”

“More than.” He kissed her hard, deep and long, holding her against him. She could hear his heart against her chest and his cock stirring between them. With her new-found sense of power, she pushed on his shoulders, separating them enough so that she could reach for his testicles and caress them. Fascinated, she watched his cock stiffen and grow. She curled her other hand around the shaft and slid it up and down gently, letting it bump over the flaring edges of the head.

Alex gave a groan. “God, that’s good.”

She smiled. “Yes?” She tightened her hand a little. “And this?”

He hissed, his hips jerking, his eyes narrowing. “Yes.” His voice was lower. Hoarse.

Mia increased the speed of her hand a fraction and watched as he sank into the spell of arousal. His breath hastened, his eyes slowly closed. Her own pussy and clit throbbed.

Alex reached for her arm to make her stop and she pushed him away with her other hand. Quick as a snake, he snared her wrist in his fist, halting her with an iron grip. He was breathing heavily and his blue eyes looked almost drugged.

He reached for the condom and sheathed his red, pulsing cock, then coated it with lubricant.

“Turn around, Mia,” he told her, his voice thick with lust.

She turned, trembling with anticipation and excitement, to face the back of the sofa. Alex’s arms came around her waist and his mouth caressed her neck. “I have gone nights without sleep because of the need to slide my cock into your ass.”

Her breath stilled, her heart leapt. “You never let me know.”

“How could I risk it?” His hands slid down to her mons, capturing the mound and squeezing, making her press her ass back into him. She reached for the back of the sofa for support and found herself bending over almost naturally, opening herself up to him. Excitement speared her as Alex toyed with her breasts, while pressing himself into her from behind, his sheathed cock rubbing between her ass cheeks, settling up against her anus and pussy and spreading lubricant.

Alex picked up the tube and added more lubricant, stroking around her ass. Mia moaned at his touch, her fever increasing. Her clit was pulsing with energy and her pussy clenching emptily.

He pushed a finger inside her, spreading the lube and preparing her. But Mia was well-practiced and the single digit was nothing to her. She moaned at the little invasion. “More,” she begged.

She heard Alex’s heavy exhalation. “Jesus,” he muttered. He pushed another finger inside her and spread her gently with both, testing the muscle.

She moaned in delight. “Fuck me, Alex,” she begged. “Fuck my ass. I can take it.”

He removed his fingers and she felt the thick blunt tip of his cock replace them. She wriggled with delight.

“Relax and keep still, Mia,” he murmured, as his hands caught at her hips. “If you’ve never taken a man into you before, then do as I say. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She took a deep breath and relaxed and tried to keep still. But it was hard not to respond to the perfectly delightful sensation of Alex’s cock sliding into her. There was an unaccustomed stretching—he was much bigger than any dildo she had ever had inside her. He was hot but soft living tissue too. The differences were incomparable.

The need to wriggle, to clench around him, to tilt her hips and writhe, were almost overwhelming. Mia closed her eyes and panted. “Alex, please!”

“Am I hurting you?”

“God, no! It feels so good, I think I’m going to die if you don’t let me move in a second!”

He gave a low laugh. “It feels good, hmm?”

“Oh yes!”

“How about this, then?” He withdrew—again with incredibly slowness. Then pushed back into her.

She caught her breath and looked over her shoulder at him. “Again. Faster.”

He shook his head. “Faster will kill me. You’re so tight and hot around me, I’ll come in a heartbeat. I can’t believe that you can do that to me. Only you could bring me to this point so fast.”

She wriggled. “Please?”

He caught at her hips as she moved. “God, don’t do that,” he implored. “Very well then.” He plucked one of her hands from the back of the sofa and kissed it, then brought it between her thighs. His fingers pressed hers against her clit, stroking it.

Mia gasped at the electrifying sensation.

“Don’t stop,” Alex told her, as his hand returned to her hip. “I want you to come when I do and I know you know how powerful your climax will be with me in your ass.”

She did know. Mia massaged her clit, finding the sensitive sweet spot and circling it. Her fluids were plentiful and she coated her fingers with them, circling back to her clit, teasing it. She was already so close to coming, it would take mere seconds.

Alex pulled out of her and pushed back in, slowly building up speed. He was trying to control it but after a few moments pleasure took over and he merely gripped her hips and began to pounding into her, his balls slamming against her with each stroke.

Mia slipped a finger on each side of her clit and tugged, knowing her climax was unavoidable now. She threw her head back as the orgasm ripped through her and was shocked to hear a scream tear from her throat, as her body locked around Alex’s cock and pleasure gushed through her.

Alex thrust his arm out for support as his climax was triggered by hers. His hand slapped into the back of the sofa next to hers and he strained over the top of her. “Oh god,” he whispered.

There was despair in his voice.

* * * * *

They fell onto the sofa together, afterward. Alex kept her in his arms, in no hurry to let her go.

Twenty minutes before her mother would come home from work, Mia stirred. “You have to leave now.”

He kissed her. “I was wrong, Mia. All wrong. Come with me.”

“You know I can’t.”

“I’ll come back for you then. Later tonight.” His eyes were very blue in the filtered afternoon light. “I’ve got some things to sort out, first. I’ll come back and pick you up and we’ll head down to Acapulco and get married tomorrow.”

Mia stared at him. “You mean that, Alex?”

He brushed her hair from her temple. “Yes, I do.”

“It’s not some sort of guilt trip for taking my virginity or some dumbass thing like that? Because I just about had to break your arm to make you do it in the first place and it took me two years to talk you into it, anyway. You’re a hard sell, Alex la Croix. Do not go wearing any hair shirts over this. Marriage as a penance really isn’t your style.”

He laughed and kissed her. “It really isn’t, is it? You know me far too well and that’s the really scary part—how well you know me. I’ve been lying here for forty minutes, telling myself I have to let you go, that I have to get up and walk away just as we agreed. I can’t do it, Mia. I just can’t. So if you’ll have me, if you’re willing to take the risk, we’re going to have to run and risk Juan’s and the commission’s vengeance, but at least we’ll risk it together.”

“If you’re marrying me, it will mollify Juan.”

“That’s not why I’m doing it,” Alex said sharply. “Don’t ever think that.”

“I know.” She kissed him. “When will you be back?”

“You’ll do it?”

“Yes.”

He took a deep breath, a smile forming. He got to his feet and started to dress, retrieving his clothes from across the trailer, and as he dressed he laid out a plan for their escape to Mexico starting at two a.m. that night. Mia added details as he spoke. By the time he was dressed, the plan was complete and he dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her one last time.

“I came here to say goodbye,” he told her. “I felt wretched. You’ve turned my day, my life, around. Thank you.”

Almost floating, Mia hurried to clean away any evidence of their afternoon tryst before her mother returned. Then she started dinner for the family while slowly putting into place her part of their escape plans.

But Alexander didn’t arrive that night as planned, nor did he return the calls she made the next day, at any of the numbers she had for him.

It hurt but that was nothing compared to the pain she felt two days later when Juan came home rolling drunk, to tell her Alexander had been killed by the gang commission. A single shot to the back of the head. Payback for transgressions and a warning to others not to fuck with them as he had.

* * * * *

Mia wiped the tears from her eyes and looked around the marbled foyer. Her glimpse of Alexander in the elevator had been shocking, not least of all because she had thought him dead and buried these last ten years. That could be explained a couple of ways, though explanations would have to wait.

She had stared at him across the elevator car and despite ten years, her lust and arousal had bloomed as hot and hard as ever. That was truly scary, for she hadn’t felt as much as a stirring of desire for a man since Alexander’s death.

The irony was hysterical, to her mind. Most men trailed after her with their tongues dragging in the dirt. They found her Latino looks, her hourglass figure and her love of sensual fashion an almost irresistible combination. She constantly had to fight off not just expressions of interest but physically insistent men who couldn’t take “no” for an answer and thought they could force the issue.

Since Alexander, she’d had sex with two men who friends of hers had rated as superb in bed. The sex had been successful for the men. She had been pretty much unmoved. Neither man had noticed.

Then there was the fact that Alexander hadn’t aged at all. He had been in his mid–thirties, she guessed, when she had known him in San Diego. That put him in his mid-forties now. He should at least be graying around the temples. Even with the most effective and expensive cosmetic procedures available today, there was always evidence and signs and she knew them all. She had been standing very close and had looked for them, right at the end when her brain had finally begun to work despite her body’s overwhelming lust. Alexander had the skin of a thirty year old and there was no cosmetic procedure in the world that could achieve that.

What had happened to him?

She straightened up from the wall. She had to find him. She couldn’t allow him to walk away from her again. He may have temporarily dodged her but her resources were far more complex and her skills honed now. She also knew from what floor he had stepped onto the elevator.

Chapter Two

Diego was a crack shot and known for his pair of pistols which he could fire simultaneously, one in each hand, and hit a one-inch target from one hundred feet away. However, for inner city work, the sound of gunfire brought police, so he used twin knives instead, happily beheading vampeen with a cross-bladed motion much like a pair of giant shears. In the eight months since the Grimoré war had begun, only Diego found much joy in the constant incursions of the vampeen in the human cities and spaces.

Lindál and Zachariah worked grimly, more a team than either of them realized, despite being physically apart. They worked more effectively than Diego’s random slaughter. Despite their combined inroads into the vampeen numbers advancing down the alley between the trucks and Dumpsters, they were forced to fall back steadily toward the lane the alley opened into.

Lindál glanced at Zachariah. “This is wrong,” he said. “They’re too strong.”

“They’re fighting in formation, like they’re trained. Diego, watch out!” Zack jumped forward and so did Lindál, both of them dealing with a vampeen, protecting Diego’s back.

Diego whirled, surprised. “They’re getting smarter,” he commented as he realized what the vampeen had been doing. “Thank you, my mutant friend.”

Lindál nodded his head stiffly.

The three of them blocked the alley, studying the vampeen as they snarled and drooled and gathered to charge once more.

“I’ve never seen them do that before, either,” Lindál said. “Pull themselves together for a charge.”

“Lindál, Zack, Diego,” Seaveth said quietly. “We have your backs.”

Lindál glanced over his shoulder. Seaveth stood directly behind them, dressed ready for combat in boots, leather pants and jacket. Behind her ranged a full elven troop, in human garb. She had called the elves with her mental shout and had them teleport her here, sensing something was wrong.

Snow touched Lindál’s face. He resisted the need to turn his face up to it. Not now.

“Who the hell is that?” Diego breathed, pulling Lindál’s attention back to the vampeen. Behind the seething mass of vampeen was the shadow of a very tall man, nearly seven foot high. He was dressed in black and had the whitest skin Lindál had ever seen. The paleness wasn’t from a lack of sunlight. It looked more like the guy had been immersed in liquid for eternity. The paleness was unhealthy and made Lindál uneasy just looking at it. The creature’s eyes were red-rimmed and red at the core, with black irises.

“Those that need a reference for me have called me Helidoro, in the past,” the creature said. Its voice issued from its mouth but the lips did not synch with its words. It shifted in space, like it was slipping out of phase with the real world.

The elves behind Seaveth muttered and Lindál felt his heart grow colder. Helidoro, the agent for the Grimoré. His name had been written more than once in the ancient manuscripts and books Zack had been poring over lately.

“I see you know the name. Good.”

“You have something to say, or you would not have engineered this moment,” Seaveth said. “Speak, creature.”

Helidoro inclined his head. “It is a wise queen who sees a moment for what it is. I bring you an opportunity.”

“And that is?” Seaveth said with a chill in her tone Lindál had never heard before.

“Stand aside. Let us take what we seek. Offer no hindrance and we will leave you in peace, you and your kind. If you do not, we will regrettably annihilate you all.”

“What is it you seek?” Seaveth asked.

“The puny ones on this planet. Fodder for our mills.”

“I am one of them, Helidoro,” Seaveth said.

“Ah…but no longer.” His mouth stretched in an expression Lindál realized was supposed to be a smile. “We are aware of many things, yes? Just like his kind began as ’human’ too.” He lifted a long finger to point at Zachariah.

“What is your purpose, Helidoro?” Seaveth asked.

“Purpose?”

“Your role?”

“Ah. In this case, to carry a message.”

“Our role, in any case and at any time, is to protect humankind. We will not abandon that role. Tell your masters that threats just make us more determined. They have to be smarter than that.”

Helidoro nodded. “I will pass your message along.”

“Are you a Grimoré, Helidoro?” Lindál asked.

Helidoro’s eyes focused on him and Lindál felt the creature was looking through him and into him at the same time. Was he rooting through his memories and mind right now?

Helidoro replied; “Like you, I am something other than the creatures I live among but I have found an uneasy acceptance, nevertheless.”

He turned and walked away but before he reached the corner of the alley, he turned again and seemed to step into the building. Teleportation?

The vampeen ran, scurrying between Dumpsters, melting away like snow under rain.

“Was he even here?” Zachariah asked Seaveth.

“Astral projection?” She slid her long knife back into her boot. The elves gathered around her, the tall one at the back dropping his hood. Lindál was astonished to recognize Amrod, the senior senator.

Diego, at the edge of the group, cleaned his knives on a rag. “He kept flickering, like a bad movie.”

“A movie projection wouldn’t need so many to protect it,” Zack said, pushing at a dead vampeen with his foot.

“They were just to get us all here,” Seaveth said. “Out in the open and in one spot together.”

Amrod said quietly, “It appears your theory about the Grimoré is correct after all. He did not seem puzzled by the name when Lindál spoke it.”

“You doubted her? After all this time, you still doubt Seaveth?” Lindál could feel his ire flaming deep in his chest, gripping his throat.

A hand curled around his arm and squeezed warningly and another one caught the back of his neck under his hair. The second had to be Zack’s. The first had to be Seaveth. He could feel her next to him.

Shut up, she told him silently. The mental command was rich with compulsion, forcing him to clamp his jaw shut against the need to tell Amrod what an asshole he was, along with all the strong human vocabulary he knew.

Amrod had the grace to look uncomfortable. “Relying on children’s bedtime stories and generations-old prophecies to build a defense against an invasion for which there has been no evidence has caused some political difficulties. The vampeen incursions so far have been seen as no more than a petty annoyance at the same level as a bugs in a vegetable garden.” He waved toward the back of the alley. “But this is different.”

The sound of a perfectly normal cell phone ringing made them all jump. Diego dug into his pocket, pulled out his phone and answered it, then frowned and glanced at Zack. “Alex, slow down, I’m sure podemos fijarlo.”

Seaveth turned to Lindál and slipped her arm around his waist. She looked at Zack. “You must go with Diego. Alexander will need you.” She shivered. “Lindál will get me home.”

Zack touched her shoulder. “What is it?”

“It’s begun,” she said, her eyes staring inward.

* * * * *

“It’s bad but it’s not the end of the world,” Zack decided. “Even if she’s living in New York now, the chances of running into her are slim to nothing. We can find out if she is living here. If she is, we can take steps to make sure you don’t meet her again.”

“How?” Alexander said, shredding the coaster steadily into flakes with his fingers.

“You move somewhere else,” Zack said. “One of the other clans will take you in if we sponsor you.”

Alexander felt his stomach drop. “Thrilling,” he said. His cell phone buzzed and he fished it out of his pocket, feeling even less keen than usual to parade like a human. “Alexander la Croix.”

“Alexander, you asshole. You never said anything about being married!”

“Christine?” He sat up.

“Your wife just came into the office, demanding to know where you live now that you’ve set yourself up in a cushy job with an income and all that. She wants support for the kids. You bastard. You deserted her, and she still carries your picture in her wallet. I don’t know that you even deserve her. She’s so sweet and you’re a pig.”

He clutched at his temple. “You told her where I live, didn’t you?”

“I gave her your number. This number. You can sort it out between you. Oh, and I quit. You can find yourself another receptionist. I’m not working for an asshole like you.”

Alexander put the cell phone on the coffee table and stared at it. “She’s got my number,” he said.

The phone rang.

“Don’t answer it,” Zack said, standing up. “We’ll make arrangements right away. If she has the number, she might be able to trace the address from there. We don’t know how resourceful she is.”

“She’s smart,” Alexander said, his heart pounding. He couldn’t take his eyes off the phone. All he had to do was pick it up and answer it and he could be talking to her again. So simple. “Tested IQ of one hundred forty.” Juan had been so proud of that one.

The phone fell silent and something shifted and loosened inside him. He knew he couldn’t bear to lose Mia again. It was as simple as that. As overwhelming as that.

Zack was talking into his own phone. Only Diego was watching him. “Don’t do it, my friend,” he said in Spanish.

“You don’t know her,” Alexander said.

The phone started to ring again and Alexander snatched it up. “Mia.”

“I’m not going to stop calling until you talk to me,” Mia said. “So you might as well talk to me now.”’

“I’m talking.” He took a deep breath.

“Fuck,” Zack said, behind him.

“I’m going to keep phoning until you agree to meet with me. I know it’s you, Alexander. You called me Mia. You can’t deny it. I don’t know how you dodged that bullet and I don’t care. Keep your secret. I just want to see you and talk. So I’m going to keep phoning until you agree. I can do reverse look-ups and hunt you down. So make it easy for me. Agree to meet me for coffee, assure me you’re okay and I’ll go away. You owe me that much.”

Alexander closed his eyes. Her voice caressed him, like it had when she whispered in his ear.

“I’ll meet,” he said.

* * * * *

“This is lunacy,” Diego raved. “Usted está fuera de su mente de mierda, mi amigo!”

“English, Diego!” Zack snapped. “If you’re going to insult him, at least do it in English, so I can appreciate it too.”

“He says I’m out of my mind. But I’m not,” Alexander said calmly, strapping the steel knife into the spring-loaded wrist harness.

“Then why are your hands shaking?” Zack asked.

“It’s because of her,” Alexander replied evenly. “Because I’m going to see her again.”

Diego whistled softly. “Over a dame?” He dropped onto the sofa. “Okay, then. Fuck her. Get it out of your system. Tell her you faked your death ten years ago, any bullshit story to cover the facts.”

“You can’t tell her what you are,” Zack added. “You do realize you’re exposing her unnecessarily just by being with her, right? While she’s with you, she’s fodder for the vampeen.”

Alexander nodded. “I know.”

Zack pulled out his Glock special, with the built-in silencer. “Then take this, too.”

Alexander took it. “Thanks.” He dropped it into his coat pocket, where it felt heavy and reassuring.

* * * * *

Mia found the Starbucks he’d directed her to without trouble. By the time she reached it, the snow was falling heavily, making everything muffled except the traffic, which was a constant even in the snow. Even though it was barely six the night was dense, still and silent.

He was sitting in a big wingback chair and she was unable to believe he’d actually kept his word. After she’d hung up she’d realized that he could have agreed to meet just to get her off the phone and she’d fallen for it because she was so green at this sort of thing.

But he was here and she didn’t know whether to kiss him or crawl into his lap. So she sat in the other chair and put her hands on the table to still their trembling. “You don’t have to tell me what happened,” she said. “But I do want to say I’m so glad that what I thought happened ten years ago clearly didn’t.”

There were too many people too close to them for her to speak of it more plainly.

Alexander tilted his head to one side. “So am I.” He gave an awkward smile.

She stared at him, at his wonderful blue eyes. “God, you look so good,” she said wonderingly. She reached out to touch his face and his hand covered hers as she cupped it. He was trembling too. She pushed her hand so that her palm brushed over his lips, inviting a kiss. His lips seared her palm and his hand stilled her wrist, keeping her hand steady so that his tongue could swirl over her palm. His eyes speared into her as he did it.

She gasped, her nerve endings sizzling to life, her clit pounding with energy. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “No one but you has ever been able to do that to me.”

Alexander lowered her hand and began to stroke the inner wrist. Little delicate strokes that made her toes tingle and curl and her pussy grow moist. “No one?” he said, with a smile.

“No one,” she said flatly. “Alex, can we go somewhere? Your place? Even just for a while?”

He reached over and drew her bangs out of her eyes. “In ten years, you’ve had a string of miserable lovers who’ve all failed to take care of you?”

“Alexander,” she chided him, for not letting her change subjects and for not answering her question.

He sat back and she could see that he had given up trying to avoid her question. He looked at her directly. “I can’t take you back to my apartment,” he said simply.

“A hotel then,” she said. “Mine.”

He looked out the window at the falling snow.

“What is it I’m missing?”

“What is it you’re not telling me?” He looked at her.

She could feel her cheeks heating. “Specifics then. I’ve had two lovers since you, both of them total disasters. No man so much as raises my pulse, except you.”

She could see his chest beneath the open fronts of the overcoat. His breath shortened as he stared at her. “Christ,” he whispered, looking stricken.

“Is it too much to ask for a night?” she added gently.

“There are things you don’t know about me,” he said.

She almost laughed. “Worse than before?” What she had not known in San Diego had got him a bullet in the head…or almost had. What could possibly be worse?

“These things could kill you,” he said softly. “I’d rather you live.”

He was trying to tell he wouldn’t give her the night she so desperately craved. Disappointment flared in her like a thousand fire ant bites. Suddenly she needed to move, to be away from all these people that were lapping up her rejection like the day’s soap opera installment.

“Can we at least walk?” she said, trying to blink away her tears.

“It’s safer here, among people,” he said cryptically.

There was to be no relief, no softening of the rejection. She averted her head and staggered from her chair, out of the store and into the muffling quiet of the snow, letting it enfold her. Across the road was the park. Dark, quiet and lonely. Away from everyone who had witnessed her humiliation.

She ran.

* * * * *

Alexander ran after her, dismayed at her reaction and alarmed at her direction. There were plenty of human predators in Central Park as well as vampeen drawn to his vampire traces.

She was just ahead of him and Central Park had lights along the paths. He caught up with her quickly and grabbed her arm. She was crying silently.

He pulled her to one side, onto the snow-covered grass, their boots kicking up the thin layer of white flakes. He wiped her tears. “Don’t,” he said softly.

“What else should I do? I’m out of options.” Her voice was thick with more tears.

He remembered when her voice was husky with lust rather than tears and his body tightened, strumming with that remembered moment. Why was he refusing her now? He could go back to her hotel room and fuck her until she was spent. That was all she had asked for. There would be no complications. What was stopping him?

Because he knew he wouldn’t have the strength to let her go in the morning. Diego could do something like that, but he had been doing it for centuries and had a powerful motive to keep him moving from one woman to another, over and over again.

Alexander knew he could not.

He realized he was staring into Mia’s eyes and she was holding her breath, waiting for him. He was holding her to him and she had felt his tension, felt his ramrod stiff cock against her. She knew as well as he did that everything he’d said in the coffee shop was a pretext and that this moment was the real one.

He kissed her and it was like kissing honey and peaches. He swept his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness, while his hands slid inside her coat, under her clothes and found her flesh. She was guiding him, as frantic as he and he groaned as his hand found the swell of her breasts, bereft of a confining bra.

She cried softly, arching hard against him, her pelvis grinding into him. His cock was throbbing now, his balls aching with growing tension.

“More,” Mia whispered. Her hand was on his wrist, guiding it under her skirt. He found the tops of her stockings—stockings! His heart fluttered. Then, smooth thighs and moist lace panties. It gave him an erotic charge to realize she was aroused enough to soak through her panties. He slid his fingers under the edges of them and found the heated lips of her pussy and pushed inside. She clenched around him as she gasped, her hands clawing at his shoulders.

“Harder,” she whispered.

“You know, I can smell your woman’s scent from here,” came a drawled comment from behind him.

Alexander’s animal instincts surged into overdrive. He disengaged from Mia and whirled, reaching for the Glock. He pushed Mia behind him as his incisors tried to descend. He fought to tamp down his instincts and ride them out until he had the full measure of the situation.

A man in jeans and a denim jacket stood ten paces away from them. His hair was sandy and his skin, wrinkled. It was impossible to tell his age. He might have been in his mid-forties and showing the signs of a hard life. Or he could be in his early sixties. He was rail thin and his clothes hung off his frame in shapeless layers.

Alexander had been so caught up in Mia’s body and responses that he’d failed to register the man’s approach. “Move on,” he told him. “The gun is loaded and I’m not afraid to use it.”

The man laughed. “That so?” He moved closer, reached into his jacket and withdrew a long, strangely curved knife. “I don’t need to load this and I’m not afraid to use it, neither.”

Alexander caught sight of the man’s eyes in the lamplight and became afraid. The eyes were all black. No irises, no whites. Nothing but black. Evil eyes.

The man sprang with a sideways leap that looked animalistic. Alexander shot him three times, directly in the chest. It dropped him to the ground and if he had been human it should have killed him instantly, but the creature simply stood up and shook it off.

“Oh my god, Alex…” Mia whispered.

Alexander handed her the Glock. “Just keep shooting at it,” he said. “There are twelve more bullets in the gun and they slow it down, at least.”

“What about you?” she said.

He triggered the armguard and gripped the knife as it jumped into his hand.

Mia’s eyes got very large. He was going to have to explain things later. Or invent things.

The creature came at him and he shoved Mia behind him again and swiped. He nearly decapitated the creature and it barely slowed it down.

Running footsteps from his right. Alexander didn’t bother looking. Friend or foe, he couldn’t afford to look. But the creature did and howled in frustration.

“Yeah, you fucking prick. Your time is up.”

The creature turned to face the newcomer and threw his hands up across his face. Alexander looked just in time to see the other man bring a shotgun to his shoulder and fire.

The shot was muffled, not explosive, but the creature fell to the ground, writhing and kicking. The man fell on top of it and buried a black knife in its chest. With a black cloud of smoke, the creature disappeared, leaving oily plumes of fumes tracing an outline of where it had rested.

The man stood up, dropped the black knife back into his coat and brushed off his hands. He was about five foot eleven, which put him only an inch shorter than Alexander but he seemed shorter because of the width of his shoulders. He was very thick across the chest and shoulders and the heavy winter-lined denim coat just exaggerated them. His black hair was once short and tidy but hadn’t been trimmed for a while. In the dim glow from the park lights it glinted blue-black.

He looked at Alexander with angry black eyes that reminded him of Diego. “You’re a fucking vampire,” he said in disgust.

Mia, Alexander thought and winced.

“Only reason I don’t cut your heart out on the spot is because we’re not supposed to these days. Can’t believe you’re the good guys now. Fuck.” He picked up the shotgun. “Can’t you tell a demon when it’s coming at you, for Chrissake?”

“That was a demon?” Alexander was stunned. “What did it want with Mia?”

“How the fuck would I know? It’s been in the Jersey area for three days, then suddenly veered toward New York yesterday like it had a noose around its neck. What is she? Something special?”

“You’re a hunter,” Alexander concluded.

“No shit,” the man said.

“Oh, I think I’m going to be sick,” Mia muttered.

Alexander whirled.

Mia was bent over, her hands on her knees.

Chapter Three

Mia felt Alexander’s hands on her, trying to comfort her, but she flinched and moved away.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” the other man said.

“No,” Alex admitted.

“Fucking idiot,” the man said. “Here, take this.”

More hands on her shoulders, comforting ones. “Take a deep breath,” the man told her. “You’re hyperventilating. You’re going to pass out if you don’t slow down. Breathe slowly.” Then, “She’s human, nothing fancy?”

“Yes,” Alex said shortly.

“Jesus,” the man muttered. “I’m going to carry you over to the bench, okay?” he told her.

She nodded and felt arms under her legs and behind her back. She was carried to the bench a few paces from the smoking outline of the demon.

“I’m Wyatt,” the man said.

“Mia,” she gasped. She would never get all her name out in one breath.

Wyatt didn’t just put her on the bench. He sat on it and put her on his lap.

She went back to breathing deeply. Slowly, the sickness ebbed.

“Feeling better?” Wyatt asked.

She nodded. “What’s a hunter?” she croaked.

“You know nothing about this stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“Oh, wow,” he breathed. He had black eyes, like hers but he was not Latino. He had white skin and laugh lines around his eyes but it looked like it had been a long time since he had laughed. He held his mouth in a straight line and there was a furrow between his brows, like he was more used to anger than laughter now.

Alexander settled on the bench next to them, holding the shotgun. He looked comfortable holding it. “There’s no one else around,” he said. “I did a full circuit.”

“He’d know,” Wyatt said, with a jerk of his head in Alexander’s direction. “They have superior animal instincts.”

She winced.

“You have to forgive him for not telling you,” Wyatt added. “They’re not allowed to. Right?” he said, looking at Alexander.

“Right,” Alex said heavily.

“But now we have to figure out why the demon wanted you,” Wyatt finished.

“Me?” Mia said, jumping.

“Shhh,” Wyatt soothed. “The demon was trying to get past your friend to get to you. That’s why your friend kept pushing you behind him.”

“Alexander. My friend is Alexander.”

“Right,” Wyatt said. He glanced at Alexander. “Whatever.”

Mia recalled the moments again. Alex had handed her the one reliable weapon that would slow the creature down, then put her behind him again and pulled out a knife from his sleeve somehow.

“You always carry a knife up your sleeve?” she asked Alex.

“Always,” he said. He hesitated.

“What he wants to tell you and won’t, coz he’s so practiced at not telling you, is that there’s a war on,” Wyatt said.

Alexander expelled a sharp breath. Was it in relief, or unhappiness?

“There’s fucking demons after her,” Wyatt snapped at him. “You wanna protect her into her grave?”

“A war? Between whom?” Mia asked, bewildered.

“Oy vey,” Wyatt muttered.

“You can’t tell her everything,” Alexander protested.

“Why not?” Wyatt demanded. “She’s a member of the club now.”

“Because a demon wants her? Perhaps he just wanted her because she was with me. We don’t know!”

“You afraid she’ll hate you if she finds it all out, vampire?”

Alexander fell silent and Mia knew that Wyatt had touched a raw nerve in him, one she didn’t know he had. She caught at Wyatt’s sleeve. “Don’t,” she said quietly. “Leave him alone. You don’t understand.”

Wyatt turned to look at her, glaring, as if he were about to snarl an equally pithy comment at her but stopped. He brushed her hair aside. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rough.

She found herself caught by his eyes, snagged by the beauty of them. It was quite uncanny the way he held her gaze there. Such strength. That was the overwhelming impression she had of Wyatt.

Mia realized her breath was speeding up along with her heart rate.

And her clit was throbbing.

She gasped as she recognized that she was responding to Wyatt. No, this was impossible! She had only ever responded to one man….

“Alex!” she whispered, focusing on Wyatt’s face. She noticed his lips which were full, even when compressed in angry lines.

“Oh god, the dream,” Alexander said to himself with a tone of stunned amazement. He shifted on the bench to face them both properly. “I can feel your need, Mia,” he told her in a murmur. “I can see it in your face. Kiss him.”

Wyatt blinked, straightening up his spine in a stiff, defensive posture. “What?”

“Kiss her, Wyatt. I know you want to,” Alexander said.

“What is this bullshit?” Wyatt said roughly, looking at both of them. But he made no move to shift Mia from his knee and his hands were still around her waist.

Mia slid her hands through Wyatt’s rough, unruly hair and slowly brought his head to hers and kissed him. His lips were quite different from Alexander’s and at first, they were frozen in shock. She explored the shape of them with her tongue.

Wyatt groaned and grabbed her head and kissed her back. His tongue probed her mouth and swept against her lips.

He was hot, hard and male and Mia could feel her clit swell and throb and her pussy cream in response. Tears pricked her eyes. How could she do this to Alexander, who sat right there? But there was an erotic wickedness knowing that Alex had told her to do it. Was he enjoying it?

She pulled away from Wyatt, her breath uneven and glanced at Alexander. He seemed unmoved but his eyes were very blue in the lamplight. Wide and dilated.

Wyatt wiped the corner of his mouth with a shaking hand. “Perhaps Mia isn’t the only one who doesn’t understand what is going on. What just happened then? That was no ordinary kiss. I felt…I can…feel…you.” He was looking at her. “I can feel your arousal.”

Alexander nodded. “So can I,” he said. “That’s what the demon wanted. He wanted to stop the bonding.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a cell phone. “We’re going to need help and I know just the people.”

* * * * *

Wyatt shot to his feet again. “Hold it. You’re telling me the bonding is permanent?”

Zachariah didn’t flinch. “That’s right.”

“It changes you?”

“Yes,” Seaveth responded.

Mia shivered.

“All in order to fight the Grimoré, who haven’t actually shown their faces yet?”

“They have, as it happens,” Lindál said, from across the room.

Mia found Lindál the most fascinating of all. He was an elf. An elf. He had been born elvish. Vampires, she could get her mind around with a bit of juggling and thinking. Even hunters and, well, demons. But she kept finding her gaze drawn back to Lindál, to the sheer perfection of his skin and the glow that came from it.

Seaveth also glowed. She had explained the glow had come from the changes that had occurred as a result of the bonding process.

The bonding that Mia now faced…if Wyatt cooperated.

Lindál straightened from his lean against the window. Snow was sliding down the glass just on the other side, melting and dribbling tiny rivulets of water down the pane before them. He had been watching the snow splat against the window as they talked. “Seaveth spoke to an agent of the Grimoré this morning,” he told them. “He wanted to make a deal. She told him to go to hell.”

“You mean we had a chance to stop the war altogether? Why didn’t you take it?” Wyatt demanded.

Seaveth held up her hand. “It wasn’t a deal any of us could stomach. Even you, Wyatt. Could you have stood aside and let the Grimoré harvest humans while you turned a blind eye?”

Wyatt grimaced.

Seaveth said softly, “These trinities, Wyatt, are our key to defeating the Grimoré. The prophecy tells us so and the first trinity—Zack, Lindál and I—has proved to be far more powerful against the vampeen than any other vampire or elven force put together. If I am right, then three trinities are the key. You, Alexander and Mia make up the second trinity. You need to allow the bonding to go ahead.”

Wyatt crossed his arms. When they had first arrived at Alexander’s apartment, he had removed his overcoat to reveal a sleeveless shirt and tight black jeans molded over thick thighs. The shirt displayed his well-developed, tanned shoulders and neck. The flesh covered fighter’s muscles and showed many faded scars. Wyatt kept his body conditioned.

Now he looked at Seaveth. “With all due respect, ma’am, I’m a hunter, not a warrior.”

“Really?” She smiled. “To look at you, with your scars, one could argue that you’ve been fighting a war already. The demons you hunt have been recruited by the Grimoré. They used the demon to attack Mia, knowing we would not expect an attack from such a quarter. Your quarry has become ours. You have been included in the war whether you like it or not.”

Wyatt frowned. “I don’t hunt in teams.”

“Once the bonding has been completed and the war is over, you can go your own way once more,” Seaveth responded calmly. “You may find you no longer wish to. I’ll be frank, Wyatt. The bonding will change you in ways you cannot predict.”

Wyatt rubbed the back of his neck. “I really don’t have any choice about this?”

“None of us do,” Lindál said. “The bonding process is a mystery to us all. Why it chooses who it does is unknown to us. There are ancient forces at work, is all that we can tell you. Call it fate, if it suits you better.”

“Fuck fate, if it decides I have to bond with a fucking vampire!” Wyatt railed.

Everyone seemed to recoil a step at the fury in Wyatt’s voice. Mia realized that most of the people in the room were vampires. Both Zachariah and Alexander were. Seaveth had bonded with one. Diego was not an elf so therefore must be a vampire too. Only she and Wyatt were fully human.

Mia realized that Seaveth was looking at her. In her mind she heard a quiet whisper in Seaveth’s well-modulated tones. Talk to him. Seaveth turned her head to look at Wyatt once more, where the man stood with his fists clenched, anger pouring off him.

Mia shivered. How was she to speak to a man so wrapped up in his own rage?

Zachariah cleared his throat. “Alexander, I need you to come over to our place to pick up that stuff.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out keys, heading for the door. Alexander followed him.

Seaveth turned to Mia and kissed her cheek. “I’m so pleased to meet you. Here’s my cell phone number.” She pressed a card into Mia’s palm. “I’m heading home with Zack and Alexander but Lindál can have me here inside a heartbeat. You know about elves, don’t you?”

Mia shook her head.

“Teleportation.” Seaveth smiled. “Better than Zack’s Maserati if you’re in a hurry.”

Diego, Lindál and Seaveth left, leaving her alone with Wyatt.

Mia went to him and took his fist in her hand. “Sit, Wyatt. Sit down.”

“You sent them away, somehow.”

“Seaveth did.”

He took a deep breath and folded onto the couch. He put his elbows on his knees and rested his forehead on the base of his hands. “Fuck,” he muttered.

She realized that he was trembling.

“What is it about vampires?” she asked. “Why do you hate them so much?”

“Ancient history,” he whispered.

She kicked off her boots, climbed onto the sofa and massaged his neck and shoulders. It was like digging into iron but she kept at it, knowing that it kept Wyatt’s focus away from what she was asking.

“Tell me,” she coaxed. “I have so much to learn. I didn’t know vampires really existed until a couple of hours ago.”

For several minutes he didn’t speak and Mia kept silent, knowing that the silence would prompt him. Finally, he spoke with obvious reluctance. “I had a partner once. About eight years ago he was turned by a vampire, who fucked off after that. My partner—what was my partner—woke and fed on the first thing it could find, all animal instincts and no guide to help it through the waking.” He signed heavily. “The first thing it found to feed upon was my…my wife.”

He hunched over and Mia wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders, hugging him.

“She was pregnant,” he whispered and Mia felt the agony rip through him as he spoke the word.

She breathed in her shock. “Oh, Wyatt.”

He shook his head, trying to deny her sympathy, but he didn’t shrug off her hold and after a moment, his hand caught at hers.

They stayed that way for long moments then Wyatt straightened up, flexing his shoulders, as if her sympathy had reminded him he was revealing too much of himself.

“Vampires were taken off the official prey list eighty years ago. But I hunted it down and made damn sure it took as long to die as Julie had and then some.” His jaw set hard and his mouth was a grim straight line. “So much for them taking care of their own, the fuckers. I can’t believe I’m sitting in the lair of one of their kind.”

He jerked onto his feet and it unbalanced her. Mia flailed, knowing she was going to fall flat on her ass on the floor.

Wyatt reached out and plucked at her arm. He caught her and lifted her back onto the sofa cushions next to him once more. Then he frowned. “How much do you weigh?”

She blushed. “Well….”

“No, no coy stuff. I’m strong but not that strong. I just moved you with one arm. That’s not possible even for someone as tiny as you. How much?”

She told him her true weight.

“You must have real muscle packed away.”

“I work out.”

“It shows. Seaveth said her reactions got faster before the final bonding. Sit up. Remember that kid’s game of hand slap?” He sat on the sofa once more, but this time he faced her squarely and held his hand out, palm down.

“I was always very good at it,” she warned and rested hers on top of his. Her hand looked small against his tanned one but Alexander’s hand was even bigger than Wyatt’s.

Wyatt tried to slap her hand five times and missed. Then they traded places. Five hard slaps later, Wyatt shook his hand. “Strong, too. Jesus. Hold out your hands.” He threaded his fingers through hers. “Now push back as I push. Let me feel how strong your upper body is.”

He steadily began to push against her hands and Mia pushed back, giving it all she had, staring into Wyatt’s eyes.

“Strong,” he whispered. “Damn strong.”

But she didn’t care. She suddenly wanted him to kiss her. All over. Her pussy crawled, hollow and achy. She used her grip on Wyatt’s hands to bring him toward her. “Fuck me, Wyatt.”

“What about your precious vampire?”

“He knows,” she said. “That’s why he left.”

“He’s…almost human, isn’t he?”

“He was, only ten years ago.”

He stared at her, his focus inward, then swore. “You knew him then, didn’t you? You thought he had died.”

She nodded. “I saw him earlier today and couldn’t believe my eyes. Ten years ago they told me Alexander had been murdered. My brother told me they had taken him into a basement, put him on his knees, put a gun against the base of his skull, told him what his crimes against the commission were, then pulled the trigger.”

Wyatt kissed her. “He probably was shot,” he said gently.

She caught her breath in dismay and retrograde fear. “No…”

“That’s how many of them are made. They die and are turned before the spirit is lost.” He cupped her face, his expression softening. “But he’s giving you to me first. Do you mind?”

“Alexander left his mark on me a long time ago. Here.” She touched her heart. “Now I know that I will be with Alexander again, I can wait. Now I need your mark.” She smiled a little. “Do you mind?”

He considered that. “Surprisingly, no. I feel like I should be pissed about being yanked around by mystical forces I have no control over, but it seems petty and distant when you’re sitting next to me.” He grinned. “Women like you used to have me running in the opposite direction, too.”

She held out her arms. “Come here, then.”

He put his hands around her waist and took another breath. “It’s been a very long time for me. After Julie, I turned it all inward and took it out on demons.”

She snuggled up to him. “It’s been a very long time for me too.”

“Impossible,” he growled.

“Try me and see.”

He snaked his hand up her back and buried it in her hair. “You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege to kiss.” He nuzzled her lips with his.

“You’re not going to resist the bonding impulse?” she whispered. “When vampires have done so much to ruin your life?”

“For now, the way I see it,” he said, his lips trailing down her throat and lingering over her frantically beating pulse, “Seaveth is right. My life just joined up with the war effort. Anyway, it appears there are—” His other hand cupped her ass and squeezed. “Compensations.”

She smiled. “This compensation is getting impatient.”

He lifted his head, his dark eyes twinkling. “That so? Be careful. I’ll make you wait all night just for asking.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He lifted a brow. “Want to test me?” He unfastened the buttons on his shirt and Mia caught her breath, watching. She had never found the sight of a man undressing so erotic before but now each loosened button was an event, as more of Wyatt’s bare chest came into view.

Wyatt smiled. “You have a feral look on your face.” His voice was low and hoarse. “I hope you never look like that in a business setting. Your male colleagues would be toast for the day.”

He dropped the shirt to the ground and Mia swallowed. Yes, Wyatt was a warrior. His shoulders and chest were hard with muscles and tendons and scarred by old battles. The scars were faded now, but not gone. His tanned flesh flexed over the muscles beneath as he moved. She got to her knees in front of him and laid her hands against his chest. His skin was hot and soft and rippled as she stroked it. He gasped at her touch.

“So strong,” she murmured.

“Demons are super-strong.” He sounded self-conscious. “I didn’t like that they could throw me around with one finger. So I worked to get stronger.”

“I like it.” She kissed his chest and licked his skin, tasting salt and inhaling his scent. Male musk. Her whole body clenched and nerve endings came alive. Even her toes curled up. She moaned and stroked and sucked more of his flesh, tracing her way across his pectoral muscles. She found the flat disks of his nipples and gently bit them with her teeth, then lapped at them.

She realized that Wyatt’s hands were in her hair, not quite guiding her head. But his chest was lifting and falling quickly as her mouth had its effect. She dropped her hands to his belt buckle and pulled it open. Even with his jeans fastened she could feel the heat from his cock, which pushed against the strained denim. She struggled to pop the button and heard his hiss as it was released.

She lowered the zipper a bare inch and saw the tip of his cock peep between the teeth. “Hmmm...no underwear. I like the accessibility that gives me,” she murmured. She blew on the head of his cock.

Wyatt gasped and his hands in her hair gripped harder.

Mia leaned in and swirled her tongue over the tip, tasting pre-cum. His cock jerked. So did his hips.

“Mia…” Wyatt growled.

She lowered the zipper another inch and bared the shaft of his cock. This time she stroked her tongue up the shaft and swiped at the tip.

Then she lowered the zipper all the way.

Wyatt let out a frustrated breath. “God almighty,” he breathed. “The things you can do with a zipper…”

“I’m going to buy you a pair of 501s.”

“And they are?”

“They have buttons instead of a zipper on the fly.” Mia looked up at him with a smile. “Just think of the fun I’ll have with those.” She yanked his jeans down to his knees as she finished speaking. He groaned, his eyes shutting. So she pushed on his shoulder, making him fall back on the sofa, then stripped him of his jeans and boots.

His cock was stiff, red and erect, the veins tracing through the shaft and the head flaring purple on the edges. The shaft was thick and the balls beneath were heavy and swollen with promise.

Mia spread his thighs—even these were not spared of faded scars and old wounds—and climbed between them. She cupped his testicles in her hand, making Wyatt draw in his breath sharp and hard and throw back his head. At his reaction her own pussy tightened and creamed and the tips of her breasts swelled. She could feel her excitement building, pushing her to more daring things. Darker feats.

She took Wyatt’s cock into her mouth, reveling in the heat and satiny ridged smoothness of it and her power over his body, as he gave a gasping cry and gripped at the back of the sofa with his powerful fingers digging into the leather. She could barely fit the head into her mouth and struggled to take in more while working her tongue over the ridge.

She pulled back, letting her teeth bump over it. Then took it back into her. Deeper this time, as she figured out how to let the back of her tongue relax. Wyatt hissed an in-drawn breath. “Jesus,” he muttered.

Mia settled into the work, her own pleasure building as she learned what Wyatt responded to best, what parts of his cock were the most sensitive, what types of strokes made his cock throb the hardest, what made his hips thrust, what made his hands dig into her hair. What made him cry, groan, and moan.

She kept one hand curled around the base of his shaft while she slipped the other under her panties and gathered up a handful of her excess moisture. She smeared this natural lubricant around his scrotum, massaging gently. Wyatt’s groans intensified. Then she rimmed his ass and felt his cock swell, pulsing. His hands clutch at her.

“God, Mia,” he said, his voice a desperate croak.

She thrust her finger into his ass and felt him clench around her. She sucked at his cock as his cum hit the back of her throat in torrid blasts. She kept sucking as he climaxed in waves until he was spent, then licked him clean and released him.

He sat up, staring at her as she licked her lips. “You’re a witch,” he said, his voice hoarse. His cock was still hard and straight.

“I’m quite human,” she calmly.

“That was…”

“I know,” she said with a smile.

“Well, I’m not going to take that lying down.”

“You just did,” she pointed out.

He lunged for her. She squealed and tried to leap off the sofa but didn’t try too hard. He pinned her down, his hands on her shoulders, his body over hers. His cock pushed against her mons and she wriggled, as wiggling put pressure against her clit and made it throb nicely.

She looked up at Wyatt, her heart leaping. Even naked, he looked hard and dangerous. “So now you have me…what are you going to do with me?” she taunted.

“I should just tear this dress off and fuck you where you lay,” he growled.

Her pussy clenched hard at the idea. Mia caught her breath. “Do it,” she whispered.

“Why don’t you tear her panties off first?” Alexander suggested from behind her.

Mia moaned as delight bloomed in her. How much had Alexander seen? How long had he been watching?

She curled her hand into Wyatt’s hair, the other around his ass. “Do what he says,” she whispered.

Wyatt was rigid, staring over her head to where Alexander must be. “How long have you been watching, vampire?” he growled.

“Long enough to see you come, hunter.” She could hear his voice as he moved around the sofa and looked up. He had removed his coat and jacket and wore just a shirt and trousers. Ordinary clothing, close to what he used to wear in San Diego. He sat on the coffee table and threaded his hands together in a non-threatening position.

Wyatt was breathing heavily. “Is it true you were human just ten years ago?”

“Yes.” Alexander replied calmly.

“You took a bullet in the head?” Wyatt demanded, sitting up.

“I was forcibly recruited into the gang commission in San Diego when I was twenty-four. After eleven years of servitude they refused my resignation. The bullet was their form of refusal.”

Wyatt studied him. “Tough, man.”

“The toughest was protecting Mia. For the last two years I was terrified someone might notice my obsession with her.” Alexander smiled at her.

Mia could feel her body heat up with that smile. It promised all sorts of things.

Wyatt glanced at her. “You left her when you were made,” he said to Alexander.

“It was the price for the life of a vampire—for my second chance. As a vampire, I hoped I’d be able to make up for some of the damage I’d done as a human. Zachariah’s clan has a strong creed, built on a philosophy of protecting humans.”

“You guys really do mean that stuff then. You’re not just bullshitting.”

“We really do mean it,” Alexander responded evenly.

“Then I don’t get it…” Wyatt trailed off.

Alexander frowned, clearly puzzled.

“He means Julie,” Mia said softly.

“Mia, no,” Wyatt said, looking at her with a pleading expression.

Alexander looked at her for an explanation.

“I have to,” she told Wyatt. “We have to. You can’t carry this anymore and the clan must learn of it. It’s something that must be investigated by their kind.”

Wyatt slumped back.

Mia told Alexander quickly of Wyatt’s partner’s turning and his wife’s death and how Wyatt had hunted down the rogue vampire and killed it.

Alexander rose and sat on the sofa next to Wyatt. “No wonder you hate us,” he said softly. “I don’t blame you. I would have sworn a blood oath to hunt down every vampire on the face of the earth and wipe all of them from it. You’ve shown restraint. Tolerance. I admire you.”

“Don’t admire me. I’m so full with fucking anger most of the time I shake with it. That’s not tolerance.”

“If it helps, I would have killed the rogue for you, if you hadn’t already done it.”

Wyatt looked at him. “Your own kind?”

Alexander nodded. “Do you know how much I regret—how much I wish, how I ache with the gnawing knowledge that I will never have children? How it burns?” He spoke with a low, level voice but Mia knew it was taking him huge effort to keep that even tone. “That creature took your child away from you. I would turn this planet inside out to find the animal for you, stake it out and hand you the blade to take its heart, knowing what it did to your life and what it took from you.”

Wyatt’s chest lifted unsteadily and he took a gasping breath. Mia’s breath mirrored his. She could feel his pain.

Alexander reached over and hugged him and Wyatt accepted it, neither flinching, nor tensing.

Mia saw Alexander was looking at her over Wyatt’s shoulder. His eyes seemed to be trying to tell her something but she didn’t understand.

He let Wyatt go and spoke with his mouth near Wyatt’s ear. “I saw what Mia did to your cock. I think I could do better.”

Wyatt stiffened but before he could react more, Alexander stroked his tongue over Wyatt’s neck, his incisors just brushing the flesh.

Mia sucked in a ragged breath, her heart pounding and her clit with it. She had never been more aroused in her life. Her panties were completely soaked and her thighs coated.

Alexander pushed Wyatt back against the sofa. “Just relax. Let me do this for you,” he murmured. His mouth moved down to Wyatt’s chest. Wyatt kept still, except for his chest, which was rising and falling with his quickened breath. He still had not protested, or made a move to push Alexander away, although shock still painted his features. Alexander slid his tongue over Wyatt’s pecs and down the center of his sternum, his big hands gripping his waist. Wyatt’s abs clenched in response. Alexander moved his mouth down to his lower abs and the sensitive flesh there that quivered at his touch as he licked and nibbled.

Wyatt groaned and shut his eyes, his cock jerking, red and erect.

Mia moved over the sofa to Wyatt’s side. “No, watch,” she whispered. “Watch what he’s doing. Do you know how hot it’s making me, watching you two?”

Wyatt gasped, opening his eyes and looking down at Alexander’s head. Alexander moved off the sofa, separating Wyatt’s knees with his arms and settling between his thighs. That made Wyatt catch his breath. His hand hovered over Alexander’s head.

“Yes, guide him,” Mia coaxed. “Go on. Like you did with me.” She squeezed her thighs together, her clit pounding with her own building climax.

“I can feel you too,” Wyatt moaned, glancing at her.

“Enjoy it,” she told him. “Let go, Wyatt.”

Alexander took Wyatt’s cock in his mouth and Wyatt bucked at the sensation, his hand gripping Alexander’s head. “Ah, Christ!” He jerked, thrusting. His other hand thrust out against the leather sofa cushion and the fingers curled, digging in.

Alexander kept his fist around the base of Wyatt’s cock, controlling the climax like a cock ring, holding it off. His other hand massaged Wyatt’s testicles and scrotum. Alex would know exactly where and how to stroke. He began to suck, thrusting Wyatt’s cock in and out of his mouth.

Mia knew when Wyatt was about to come. She could see it in the strained tendons on his powerful neck, the way his back lifted off the sofa and the quick thrusts of his pelvis, then the sudden stillness of his entire body except for his cock, which pumped red, the veins throbbing.

Mia’s climax rushed through her, minor and incomplete, fizzing across empty entrances, but it was an orgasm, nevertheless. She hugged her arms around her as she watched Alex bring Wyatt off. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed. Her pulse was thready.

Wyatt fell back against the sofa, breathless.

Alexander rose to his feet and began to unbutton his shirt, his gaze upon both of them. “Sit back, Mia,” he said softly.

Chapter Four

Mia shivered and sat next to Wyatt, her head barely reaching above his rounded shoulder.

Alexander stripped his clothes quickly, as Wyatt’s breathing settled. Alexander was tall and supple, while Wyatt was all muscles and power, but Alexander was still undeniably male. His chest and shoulders were solid and flexed with lean muscles. And he too, had a defined abdomen, with sharply delineated muscles. His tight hips and ass framed his long, thick cock, with its red head.

Mia caught her breath. Oh, she wanted him inside her. Soon. Quickly. She swallowed and looked up at him.

Alexander sat on the sofa next to her, opposite Wyatt, and picked up the ties of her wrap dress. “I think I’ve finally figured out how this dress works.” He pulled on the bow.

The bow unraveled and Mia let her breath escape in a rush, for he had figured it out. The bow held the entire dress together. Once it was undone, the dress would unwrap.

Alexander pulled the ties apart and held the right-side one out to Wyatt. “You take that one.”

Wyatt propped himself on one hip. “With pleasure,” he rumbled and pulled his side of her dress open, at the same time as Alexander pulled open the left side.

She was wearing no bra beneath. She had stripped off her bra before meeting Alexander at Starbucks, when some instinct, or simply desperate hope, had made her think there was a chance the meeting might be erotic in nature.

Now both men pause to look down at what they had revealed. She wore dainty red lace thong panties, black stay-up lace-topped stockings and nothing else. Her breasts were swollen with lust, the nipples red and erect. Her panties were soaked through and her thighs coated with her juices.

She squirmed. “Fuck me. One of you. Both of you. Please,” she begged.

“God,” Wyatt breathed. “You’re beautiful.”

Alexander slipped her arm out of the long sleeve. Wyatt followed his example. Mia bought his head down to hers and kissed him. “Thank you,” she told him.

Then she reached for Alexander and kissed him. She tasted Wyatt’s salty cum as well as Alexander’s unique flavor and her pussy clenched.

Alexander stroked her cheek with his long finger. “No one has ever been able to surprise me the way you can.” He glanced at Wyatt, then leaned down and began to suck her breast. Wyatt took his cue from Alexander and did the same to her other breast and Mia cried aloud at the twin assault.

For endless minutes they pleasured her breasts. Their hands squeezed, stroked, fluttered and tickled. Their mouths nibbled, teased, licked and sucked. Their teeth nipped, tugged and scraped and their tongues lapped and probed, pushed and prodded.

Mia writhed and moaned, her pelvis bucking as she desperately tried to find relief. She was unaware that her own fingers had moved between her thighs until Alexander gripped her wrist in an iron fist and pulled her hand away from her clit.

“Keep her hand pinned down,” he told Wyatt, his own voice thick with lust.

Wyatt grabbed her other wrist and kept it locked down under his own weight and both men went back to pleasuring her breasts and she bit back her cry of pleasure. To be held down while put through this exquisite torture was even more of a torment. She was melting. Her pussy was going to implode.

Strong fingers slid between her nether lips. Alexander’s, she thought. Then others. Wyatt’s. They were stroking, exploring. They avoided her clit for now, dancing around it. She hissed, her hips lifting, trying to make contact with them, aching for their touch. But they slid past the hard, swollen nub, stroking the tissues beside it and moved on.

Fingers slid inside her, pushing hard and deep. She gave a gasping cry as they stroked her pussy walls, making everything ripple appreciatively. The fingers stayed in her, thrusting in and out. Poor substitutes but she clenched around them, greedy for anything right now.

Then a thicker digit – a thumb -- pushed against her ass. The muscle gave way and the thumb pushed inside. She groaned at the welcome invasion. Her eyes closed, her breath deserting her. “I’m going to come,” she whispered, feeling her climax building from deep inside.

Fingers moved instantly to her clit, milking her in unison, bringing on her climax and ensuring it would be as strong as possible. It swelled, coiled and then burst upon her, making her head throb and electrical lights explode behind her eyes. She arched with a cry, her back lifting off the sofa and her eyes snapping open. Wyatt and Alexander instantly brought their hands beneath her to support her, watching as she stayed taut for endless seconds as the orgasm gripped her, shaking her in little quivers, before finally releasing her and letting her fall back on the sofa with a tiny sob.

The hands were removed and the men let her go. She was too weak for a moment to protest but she wanted them back. She tried to lift her hand to wave them back to her. All her life she had gone without this. She wasn’t content with a mere five minutes of it. But she could hear them murmuring. Mia closed her eyes and drifted.

Then Alexander was next to her again, sliding his arms under her. “Come here.” He lifted her like she was a doll and carried her into the kitchen, where he placed her on a padded bar stool. Wyatt was already there, still naked and pulling food out of two big paper bags sitting on the counter. Mia realized she was also naked except for her stockings. Alexander too, was naked and seemed just as unconcerned as Wyatt.

“You two need to eat,” he said. “This may be your last chance.”

She remembered that Zachariah, as a result of the first trinity’s bonding, no longer had to feed as a normal vampire but did have to eat normal food as a human did. No one could predict what the changes might be as a result of their bonding. This could be their last meal. She looked at the packages Wyatt was laying out and saw that Alexander had remembered most of her favorite foods and personal preferences with uncanny accuracy.

Wyatt was staring at Alexander, stock-still, his hands full of packages.

Alexander rested his hand on the man’s shoulder. “It’ll be all right,” he said. “Eat.” He picked up the package of zabaglione and a fork and gave it to Mia. “Go ahead.” He kissed her and cupped her breast, before leaning against the counter. “You don’t mind if I watch, do you? I miss eating.”

Wyatt shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. He pulled out a prepared foot-long deli sub and took a huge bite out of it. “Your loss.”

Mia began to eat, suddenly ravenous. Alexander was gazing at her and she swallowed her mouthful. “Alex, you never got to come.” It bothered her.

He smiled. “I did. You just didn’t notice.”

Wyatt grinned and took another bite of his sub.

“We feel what you feel,” Alex told her. “It’s part of the bonding and will intensify as time goes on. You watched me and Wyatt and we both felt how you responded to that.”

Wyatt had stopped eating and was watching her with an intense expression. She could feel her heart beating harder, her pulse racing, just remembering Alexander’s mouth on Wyatt’s cock. She licked her lips.

“Then when we made you come just now, we both got to feel that to. That was very intense for us both.”

“You both came? Just from me climaxing?”

“Almost,” Alex said simply.

“Oh…” Understanding came to her. She squeezed her thighs together as her clitoris throbbed. In the few moments she had recovered on the sofa, they had brought each other to mutual climax.

Mia was almost panting, her chest rising and falling as her arousal sought to encompass the mental image.

“She likes that idea,” Wyatt murmured, putting down the remains of the sub. His cock was stirring, lifting.

Alexander straightened up from the counter. “I told you she would.”

“Hand or mouth?” Mia asked, her throat dry.

Alexander smiled. He moved behind Wyatt. He was taller by a bare inch. “Does the idea of my hand on his cock excite you, Mia?” He put his hand on Wyatt’s muscular thigh, a bare inch or two from the jutting shaft of his waking cock and Mia’s heart leapt. She pushed her tub of zabaglione aside.

“You know it does!” She pressed her damp hands over her knees.

“What about Wyatt’s mouth on my cock?” Alexander crooned. He was testing her, to see if she could accept this side of his sensual nature as easily as she had accepted everything else so far. But the mental image merely made her clit throb harder and made her breath catch in her throat. “Now?” she whispered.

“God, I can feel her,” Wyatt groaned, his cock thrusting, deep red and flaring to purple.

Alexander pressed on Wyatt’s shoulder, turning him and bringing him to his knees. Mia clutched at the counter, her excitement profound, as Alexander brought his cock up against Wyatt’s lips, nudging them, demanding entry. Wyatt licked the pre-cum from the tip of Alexander’s cock, tasting it. Then, with a groan, he opened his lips and let Alex push his cock inside.

Alexander began to thrust, carefully not pushing too deep, his hand on the back of Wyatt’s head. Wyatt’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked. His throat worked and Alexander groaned.

Mia moaned in reaction. She crossed her legs and thrust her hand between her thighs to keep herself from masturbating to a fast climax as she watched the two men. She was burning with the need to come.

Alexander reached out for the nearest support—a kitchen cabinet. His knuckles whitened as he gripped it and his muscles bunched, as he stared down at Wyatt working on his cock. His hips gave little involuntary thrusts as his climax neared.

Wyatt’s body was sheened in sweat, his cock rearing from between the mighty thighs in response to what he was doing to Alexander and Mia’s channeled arousal.

“Come for me, Alex,” Mia whispered.

Alexander threw back his head and came with a cry and a jerk of his hips, pumping into Wyatt’s mouth in heavy spasms that made Wyatt’s throat work hard.

Mia was gasping for breath.

Alexander helped Wyatt to his feet and murmured in his ear. Wyatt nodded and patted Alexander’s shoulder, before Alexander moved to Mia’s stool and picked her up. His eyes were very blue in the dull kitchen light. “Put your legs around my waist,” he said, as he carried her out of the kitchen.

She was trembling and so weak she was unsure she could have walked on her own anyway, so she obeyed and let him wrap his arms around her. “Where are you taking me?”

“To be pampered,” he replied, his voice rumbling against her. “As you deserve.”

She looked over his shoulder to where Wyatt remained in the kitchen. “And Wyatt?”

“To sleep,” Alexander told her. “He had been tracking that demon for three days straight. He must sleep for a few hours for what comes next.”

For the bonding.

She shivered.

“I’ll have you warm in a moment,” Alexander murmured.

“I’m not cold.”

His arms tightened. “The bonding process worries you?” She could feel his voice against her chest, a physical vibration that warmed her, like a hug.

“No.”

“Liar.”

She bit his neck. “You have been lying to me for a decade. Longer than that, I think. I’m entitled to a secret or two.”

He carried her into a bathroom, small but luxurious. It featured a sunken tub. She was put her on her feet.

“You and Diego share this apartment, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes but Diego won’t be back for a while. We won’t be interrupted.” Alexander glanced at her with a small furrow between his brows before turning to draw a bath.

“You don’t like me having secrets?” she teased.

He turned and stripped her stockings from her. “Your secrets are yours. I let you go, Mia. I can’t protest now.”

“Then why do you seem wary of me?”

“Because now the act of speaking my mind changes at least three lives, if not more.” He picked her up and lowered her into the warm water beside him and kissed her lips. “You said you loved me, once.” She saw the flare of hope and vulnerability in his eyes and understood what drove him to speak of it now. He doubted she loved him still—not now that she knew he was a vampire and had lied to her about his death all these years. Possibly not now that she had seen the true nature of his sensuality, even though she had responded positively. Not now that she had lived a decade without him.

“It was Zachariah who turned you, wasn’t it?” she asked, as he washed her. “He made you a vampire and you came here to New York. Away from San Diego.” She wanted to say “Away from me,” but didn’t dare be that direct.

She could feel Alexander’s wariness. “I had no choice,” he said simply.

“You came to the trailer and said you were going to leave town. There was time.” Tears burned in her eyes. “There was time to make different choices.”

“Like what?” he said simply.

“Like, I don’t know, what about not letting me think you were dead for ten fucking years?”

His gaze wouldn’t let her go, even as her vision swam and blurred. As she could see were twin pools of blue.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last.

She laughed miserably. “That’s going to fix it.” She surged through the water and beat at his chest with her fists, feeling all the fury and pain of those first days after the news of Alexander’s death had circulated through the community. “I mourned you! Like a widow!”

“Christ, Alexander, what are you doing to her?” Wyatt demanded from the doorway. “I can’t sleep for the agony.”

Mia blinked the tears from her eyes. Wyatt moved into the bathroom, still naked. He slid into the tub, which was big enough for all three of them and plucked her away from Alexander. “I heard ‘mourning’ and ‘widow’. Are you giving him shit about when he died?”

She nodded, her eyes stinging again. “He wants to know if I love him still. After all that.”

Alexander let out a deep breath. “Wyatt—”

“If you’re about to say anything other than ‘welcome to the discussion, Wyatt’, then just shut the fuck up for a moment. I figure I’ve got as much of a stake in this as you, now. I’m going to be changed by the bonding into something beyond my control, for the good of humankind. If you agree on that much, then you have to agree I have a right to stay here and your next words had better be ‘welcome’.”

For several long heartbeats Alexander was silent. Then he said mildly, “Welcome.”

Mia felt Wyatt draw a breath. “Thank you.”

“I was saying—” Alexander began.

Wyatt lifted a hand. “Wait a second. Can’t you feel how wound up Mia is?” He cuddled her closer.

Mia blinked, surprised. Even she had not realized how hard her heart had been racing, or that her fists were clenched so tightly. She made an effort to loosen them and relax her muscles. These two men responded to how she felt at all times. She had to control her reactions better. She had just woken Wyatt.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured to Wyatt.

“It seems to me,” Wyatt continued, “That you two have been hiding behind a lot of bullshit for far too long. I don’t know all the details but I can guess a lot of it. Mia, ten years ago, you had big brothers, right? Protective, overbearing and probably gun-toting? Alexander, you were clearly into something illegal that eventually got you executed Mafia style. Both of you were sneaking around, keeping your mouths shut. You’re still speaking in euphemisms and driving each other crazy. Plain speaking would cut through a lot of it in about sixty seconds. So how about it?”

“I don’t know if I’m capable of plain speaking anymore,” Alexander said.

“I want that more than anything,” Mia said longingly. “But only if you speak plainly too, Wyatt.”

He blinked, surprised.

Alexander laughed. “Do not ever underestimate Mia, my friend.”

“Okay, fine.” Wyatt pointed at Alexander. “Why didn’t you let Mia know you were alive after Zachariah made you?”

Alexander sobered. “It was the price for turning me. We are forbidden from revealing ourselves to humans unless the human is to become a vampire, or is one of select criteria, including hunters like yourself. The penalty is death of the vampire and death of the human.”

Mia drew in an unsteady breath. Wyatt had told her this within minutes of meeting her and she had forgotten.

“Did you know this the night when you came to see me, Alex?” she asked. The night he had taken her virginity and proposed to her. She felt her clit throb. The memory had stayed with her for a decade and influenced her heart and her life.

Alexander shook his head. “I only knew that Zachariah was a businessman in New York who spoke of new opportunities and of starting over. He hadn’t revealed himself that night. But gut instinct told him something was wrong and he came to find me. He got there in time.”

Mia sat up. “You mean that was the night you were…you died?” She felt Wyatt’s hands on her shoulders, steadying her.

Alex nodded. “They picked me up on my way back to the apartment from seeing you.” His gaze was unwavering. “I knelt in that basement believing it was game over. I didn’t know about Zachariah’s option then. All I could think about with that gun against my head was you.” He drew a breath. “Then they fired the gun and I woke a vampire and Zachariah explained that I had a second chance to put things right…but that second chance included never seeing you again.”

Mia knew she was crying but didn’t care. What had it cost him to turn away from her this afternoon, outside the elevator? Now she knew why he had asked his question.

“Now you want to know if I still love you,” she said, finishing the thought out loud.

“She does love you still,” Wyatt said.

Alexander looked at him, his brow lifting.

“While you were with Zachariah, Mia told me she saw this bonding as a way to be with you forever. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.” Wyatt shrugged. “Of the three of us, Mia is the only one who hasn’t hesitated or questioned whether she is going ahead with this. She knew as soon as she saw you this afternoon that if there was any way to keep you in her life, she was going to take it. This is the way. That makes her one of the bravest people I’ve ever met, because I heard what Zack, Lindál and Seaveth described tonight as well as she did and I’m scared spitless.”

Mia turned to him. “Wyatt, no, don’t be.” She cupped his face.

“Truth?” He looked at her and Alexander. “The only thing that stops me from running into the night screaming is you two, which is the scariest part of it.”

Alexander said quietly, “That it happened so quickly?”

Wyatt nodded. “I know part of it is the bonding. But not all of it. Mia, you’re so fucking beautiful it makes my heart break. Alexander, I know you understand that, at least.”

“At the very least,” Alexander agreed. “Do you love her, Wyatt?”

“I’m already there, yes. Impossible as it seems.” Wyatt’s black eyes were smoky with emotion. “It started to happen when you held me while I was telling you about Julie. Those two things have never happened, the telling and the holding.”

“Finish the rest of your original thought,” Alexander prompted.

“The rest of it?” Wyatt took a breath. “That would be you.”

Mia’s heart pounded with the sudden tension in the room.

Alexander’s gaze was steady, provoking Wyatt into speaking again.

“I’ve never felt this way before. It’s confusing. Especially with Mia.”

“You’ve never had male lovers before,” Alex said calmly.

“No.” Wyatt sighed and relaxed. “Up until now I considered myself aggressively heterosexual.”

“Sensuality is a broad subject,” Alexander returned. “The bonding is making you more sensitive to its wider aspects. Why worry about definitions? Just enjoy the pleasure. I learned a long time ago—even before I became a vampire—that people tend to slap labels on things and categorize in order to feel better about themselves. So I stopped giving people the information that allowed them to put the labels on me.” He grinned. “Oh, some of the information leaked out. Women, men, ménages, toys. But not enough to confirm anything and what did slip out just confused things.”

Mia nodded. “I could never pin anything down. The rumors I heard were vague. Dark.” She smiled. “Exciting.”

Alexander’s smile broadened. “You see, Wyatt? Don’t trouble yourself with labels. Has anything I’ve done to you felt bad? Have you objected to any of it?”

Wyatt licked his lips. “No,” he croaked.

“Then what happened—what will happen—between the three of us is of our concern and no one else’s.”

Wyatt nodded. “I can live with that.”

“It’s how Zack and Lindál live with it, I’m sure.”

“They’re lovers?”

“Not openly but I believe the bonding has made them so, yes.” Alexander shrugged. “The signs are there if you know what to look for but they don’t declare it publicly, so I’ve never said anything. I doubt Diego, for instance, has noticed.”

“Vampires and elves were mortal enemies,” Wyatt breathed.

“And you thought all vampires were worth less than spit,” Alexander reminded him. “I think the forces that work behind this bonding process turn our weaknesses against us and make them our strengths.”

“What’s your weakness then?” Wyatt asked.

Alexander shrugged, as if the answer was self-evident. “Mia. She got me killed once. I’d die for her again, if I could. Once this bonding process is done, Wyatt, I have a feeling that you will be part of that equation too.”

Wyatt drew a deep breath.

“Too much truth for you?” Mia asked him.

He glanced at her. “Yes,” he admitted. “After being alone for so long, being suddenly included and so deeply….” He stood, streaming water and reached for a towel. “Let’s finish this,” he said roughly.

“Are you sure?” Alexander asked, sitting up.

Mia’s heart raced and her pulse leapt. She stood too. “I’m ready,” she said, although she wasn’t entirely sure she spoke the truth. But then she looked at Alexander and knew she was ready to stay with him for as long as fate would let her, no matter what it took. She took a breath. “Let’s do this.”

* * * * *

Mia’s heart began to hammer as she climbed the stairs to the big loft that was Alexander’s bedroom, wrapped in Alexander’s bathrobe. The room he used to store clothes and personal possessions but not for sleeping, for Alexander did not sleep.

There was a king-sized bed with a mussed cover in a deep russet color and tossed pillows. Wyatt had been there. She was about to ask why Alexander had a bed at all but realized that the bed was the same as all the other human props—it allowed him to blend in with humans and go unremarked among them.

Alexander was behind her and her pace must have slowed, for his hands fell on her hips. Then he scooped her up from behind as she took her second pace into the room. “Wedding jitters?” he asked.

“Didn’t we just do the wedding?” she asked. “This feels more like honeymoon nerves.”

“Let’s fix that.” He laid her on the bed and kissed her, then drew the oversized robe open. “I’m buying you a robe in your size. You look like Orphan Annie in mine and the closest I’ve ever seen you to looking like a genuine sixteen-year-old.”

Wyatt chuckled as he climbed onto the bed. “All you’re missing is a pout.”

“I’ve never pouted in my life.” Mia was already responding to the two men poised on either side of her. Her breasts were heavy with promise, the tips swollen and sensitive. Her pussy pulsed.

“Mia just loses her temper and throws things. Learn Spanish, Wyatt. You’ll have need of it,” Alexander said. He eased the robe from her and tossed it to the floor. Now they were all naked, Alex and Wyatt would see her erect nipples and that her pussy already gleamed with excess juices.

Then she remembered that Alexander could have smelled her arousal from across the room and both men could feel her responses. She could hide nothing from them.

Mia relaxed. They were aware of her state already and they were both looking at her with a hungry gleam in their eyes.

“Spanish, hmm?” Wyatt murmured. “Venga aquí,” he told Mia and instead of making her come to him as he’d ordered, he picked her up. He was on his knees, his legs spread and made her straddle his thighs. He kissed her, one warm hand on her ass, the other in her hair, his tongue thrusting into her mouth.

Mia fell into the kiss. She could feel Alexander’s warmth behind her, then his hands on her back, then her ass, sliding into her cleft and soaking up her cream.

She gasped into Wyatt’s mouth, breaking the kiss. Wyatt smiled against her lips and calmly began to kiss and nibble his way along her mouth and face, her jawline, her ears and neck, while Alexander stroked her exposed cleft from clit to ass, sparing not a single inch.

Mia writhed in Wyatt’s arms, moaning and gasping at Alexander’s probing touch. When he had traversed her entire length, Wyatt and Alexander turned her around so that she was facing Alexander, her thighs once more spread across Wyatt’s legs, her back against his chest.

Her breath was unsteady as she looked at Alex. She trembled.

Alex’s cock was a deep red and his eyes looked sleepy with arousal.

“Fuck me, please,” she whispered.

Alexander lifted her hips and she felt Wyatt’s hands beneath her, supporting her, too.

Alex’s cock pushed against her cunt lips and she sucked in a deep breath, choppy with nearly unbearable excitement. “Now,” she pleaded. “Hard.”

He shook his head. “I want to feel every fraction of an inch. I want to remember it.” He eased his way into her so slowly she could feel the tissues of her pussy parting, the hot walls separating, pulsing around the turgid head of his cock and gripping the shaft, the elastic entrance trying to tighten around him. Mia felt her control jitter apart as Alexander’s cock finally came to rest inside her. She clawed at him, her clitoris throbbing.

“Oh God, please just fuck me,” she begged.

His eyes were dark, the blue almost totally consumed by the irises and she realized that the animal, the vampire, was very close to the surface. “Wyatt?” she whispered.

“He’s in control,” Wyatt murmured by her ear. “He’s just wanted to fuck you for so long that he’s dropped into sensory overload. Animal instincts. He’s running on pure feelings.” He kissed her neck. “Let yourself go. You’ll love it, and I’m here.”

Mia hooked her arm around Alex’s neck and took a breath. “Fuck me,” she demanded and bit his neck.

His answering growl was accompanied by a deep, hard thrust of his cock that caught her breath. His hands tightened on her hips and his cock pumped in and out of her. She could feel her pussy caressing it as it slid in and out with each stroke. Because of the angle Alex held her hips every time he buried himself to the hilt his pelvis pushed up against her hyper-alert, swollen and moist clit peeping beyond its hood. Silvery sparks would flare. Deep pleasure was building. She was going to climax.

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.”

Wyatt ground the heel of his hand into his eye socket. “I can’t.”

“You have to be the one to do it. She was touching your heart. I saw her hand on your chest. You have to push the knife home. You know the law better than I do.”

A mild wind pushed chilled flakes of snow across Mia’s face and she looked up. The clearing around the trees was suddenly full of cloaked elves, none of them in human dress. Seaveth had said she’d called “others”. These elves were the others, called so swiftly they’d had no chance to dress in human clothing or disguise their elven features. They quickly oriented themselves and turned to face the threat, their backs to Wyatt and Alexander.

The Grimoré shadows withdrew even further.

Mia turned back to Wyatt, her first priority, and followed an instinct. She stretched her arms around his shoulders and hugged him from behind, barely able to get her arms around him. “That thing is not Julie. You have to let her go. Just get your knife out. Take out your knife, Wyatt.”

He moved sluggishly. Slowly he dug the black, ugly knife from an inner pocket of his coat. He gripped it, his knuckles white. The creature on the ground saw it and began to plead. “Wyatt, what are you doing? It’s me, Julie! Please, you wouldn’t do that to me, would you? What are you doing? Wyatt, I love you!”

“That creature doesn’t know the first thing about love.” Alexander spoke softly, with barely any inflection. “Kill it, and you’ll see.”

Mia hugged him hard. “You need to let her go.”

He glanced at Mia, sharp and hard, sucking in a breath. With a convulsive movement, he brought the knife up then buried it in the creature’s chest and twisted it. The creature squealed, turning gray, then black, then disintegrating into ashes. A cloud of black, foul-smelling smoke billowed upward.

Wyatt slumped to the ground, tired and defeated and careless of the snow. Alexander sat next to him, pulling Mia onto his lap so that all of them were touching shoulders. The first trinity stayed around them, guarding them.

“It’s not what you’ll become after the bonding that you should fear,” Alexander said. He pointed to the smoke. “You won’t become a monster like that. And you won’t become a monster like me.”

Wyatt flinched. “You’re not—”

“You called us monsters. After what happened to Julie—the real Julie—you were entitled to. But the bonding won’t make you one of us. The real monsters are out there.” Alexander lifted his chin to indicate the shadows out among the trees. “Those are what you should fear the most. The Grimoré running amok among humans.”

“Blackmail,” Wyatt said hoarsely.

Alexander shook his head. “Can’t you see the bonding is a doorway to the light? You’ve been wandering in the dark for so long you can’t recognize happiness when it kicks you in the ass?”

Wyatt blinked.

Mia smiled. “You said it yourself, Wyatt. You were so filled with anger most of the time you shake with it. Don’t you want to live a different way?”

Wyatt still seemed dazed.

Alexander made a frustrated sound. He leaned around Mia, took Wyatt’s face in his hands and kissed him. It was no light peck despite their audience and Mia licked her lips, her body responding to the sight of Alexander and Wyatt locked in a deep, thorough kiss.

Wyatt moaned softly as Alexander let him go. Alexander kissed Mia, his tongue sweeping across hers and she could taste Wyatt too. She sighed.

Alexander rested a hand on each of their shoulders. “I love you both. I want you both. Even without the bonding I would have worked to find a way to make sure you stayed in my life.”

“Okay,” Wyatt whispered. “No more anger. I get it. I’m still scared spitless but this time I get it. Let’s go back and get this done.”

Zachariah dropped to a crouch next to them. “Sorry to eavesdrop but vampire hearing and all…plus, you don’t have time. Have you guys bonded physically? Alexander?”

“Yes,” Alexander said flatly.

“We’ll have to risk it,” Zack said. “Finish the bonding here. While we guard you. I don’t like those shadows. If we try to move you from here, they might try something fancy.”

Mia could feel herself blushing clear to her hairline. “You don’t mean…”

“Just the blood, Mia,” Alex said softly, pulling back the sleeve of his coat.

“Hide what you’re doing,” Zack hissed. He picked up Mia’s arm and pushed back her sleeve. “I’m just going to get your blood flowing,” he warned. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

He bit into her wrist and hot, erotic sensations flooded her. She moaned and heard the arousal in her voice. Zack grinned and gave her wrist to Wyatt. “Take care of her, you lucky dog.” He moved back to his post.

Wyatt looked down at her wound.

“Drink,” she said. “It doesn’t hurt.”

She felt him draw blood into his mouth. For long seconds he held it there, then swallowed. He drew in a breath and let it out. Silently, he handed her wrist to Alexander. He held out his other arm, showing two puncture marks, bleeding freely.

Wyatt bent over the punctured wrist and sucked deeply, drawing in the vampire blood. This time he did not hesitate to swallow. He sat up and licked his lips, his gaze locking with Alexander, as the vampire raised Mia’s wrist to his mouth.

Alex smiled. “Trying to shame me, hunter?”

“Yes.” Wyatt laughed and sat back on his hands, relaxed and at peace.

Alexander drew in a mouthful of Mia’s blood. She could feel it flow but there was no pain, for the masking drug injected by Zack’s bite was still active. He lingered over her wrist and pulled away with effort. When he looked up, his eyes were black.

He turned to Wyatt. “Your turn.” His voice was thick with lust. Animal lust.

She shivered.

Wyatt straightened and brought up his arm but Mia caught at his sleeve. “No, wait, Alex. I think he should open it himself. With his knife. It seems right, somehow.”

Alexander’s eyes were black but she could see the mind behind them still working. He nodded. “I’ll show you where,” he told Wyatt. He drew a line with his fingernail on his inner arm, crossing a minor vein. “Here.”

Wyatt pulled out his iron knife. “Does it matter that I’ve just had this inside a demon? Shouldn’t I sterilize it or something?”

“I think it should be used just like it is,” Mia said. “It makes it more powerful.”

Wyatt drew the tip across his wrist where Alexander had indicated. Immediately blood welled and dripped, but it was a minor wound. Just enough to draw blood. Alexander’s instincts were accurate.

“Ladies first.” Wyatt held out his wrist.

There was a screaming squeal from the tree line and a clash of weapons meeting. Mia jumped. Around them, the elvish skirmish lines rippled as they focused on the attack at the tree line.

“They’ve figured out what you’re doing,” Zack called. “Finish it.”

She picked up Wyatt’s wrist, fastened her lips over the wound and sucked. Blood spilled into her mouth. Too much of it but it was too late. She made herself swallow.

Alex took Wyatt’s arm and bent over the wrist. She could see him sucking at the wound, drawing too much. She pummeled at his shoulder. “Let him go, Alex. Alex!”

He snapped upright, swallowing and wiped at his lips. His eyes were all black.

“The Grimoré are about to attack. You have to snap out of it,” Mia told him. “Give me the odds of us getting out of this to the nearest two decimal places.”

He glanced around. “Zero point zero two, with the elves.” He shook his head, clearing it. His eyes returned to blue and he looked at her. “How did you know?”

“I heard a story once….” She smiled. “Long story. Come on.” Wyatt was there, helping her.

“He calculated our odds at just under even?” Wyatt murmured. “He can do that?”

“I wouldn’t speak those odds too loudly,” Mia responded. “He was caught by the taste of your blood.”

“Blood trance. I didn’t see it.”

“His eyes give it away.” They got him to his feet. “Damn, that snow was wet.” She brushed off her coat and looked at Alexander as he shook his head again. “Ready?”

He bent, picked up his knife and straightened. “Now I am.”

Seaveth looked over her shoulder. “Well done, Shamira,” she said warmly. “Is your trinity ready to go?”

“Yes, we’re ready.”

“Hey, look who’s here to gloat,” Zachariah called softly. “Ol’ Helidoro himself.”

An impossibly tall dark shadow hovered at the park entrance, eyes glowing red.

“Gang’s all here,” Lindál murmured. He raised his chin and let the snow fall on his face for a moment. “Time to party.” He tucked his hair behind his pointed ears, flexed his shoulders and settled into a fighting stance that radiated menace.

Seaveth glanced over her shoulder again. “If your trinity would join us in the ranks, we will begin.”

Mia turned to Wyatt and Alexander. “I’d better quit my job in San Diego, hmm?” She kissed them both quickly. Fiercely. “Don’t get dead, or I’ll be very pissed.”

Wyatt grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

Alexander laughed. “And she throws things when she’s pissed.”

“Learn Spanish, right?” Wyatt headed for the space between Lindál and Zack. He nodded at them and spun the iron knife before settling between them. Mia stepped between Zack and Seaveth. She took out the Glock and checked the rounds left.

“Hey, that’s my gun!” Zack said.

“It’s a very good gun,” she said coolly. “Do you have more bullets for it?”

Zack’s jaw dropped.

“Zack, give her the other clips,” Seaveth said with a snap to her voice.

Zack dug in his coat and flipped two spare clips over to her, one at a time. Mia nodded her thanks and tucked them into her pocket.

Seaveth’s voice washed over them.

“Two trinities, united. The first of the Grimoré confront us. We can defeat them, with the elves beside us. The prophecies tell us we will live through this and see a third trinity form sometime in the future. So stay calm, stay together and we will win through to the dawn.”

Mia couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder. She saw Alex and Wyatt do the same. She smiled, knowing they were thinking the same thing.

The three of them had already reached the dawn.

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A single kiss can change more than one life…or two.

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About the Author

Tracy Cooper-Posey is an Amazon #1 Best Selling Author. She writes erotic vampire romances, hot romantic suspense, paranormal and urban fantasy romances. She has published over 60 novels since 1999, been nominated for five CAPAs including Favourite Author, and won the Emma Darcy Award.

She turned to indie publishing in 2011. Her indie titles have been nominated four times for Book Of The Year and Byzantine Heartbreak was a 2012 winner. She has been a national magazine editor and for a decade she taught romance writing at MacEwan University.

She is addicted to Irish Breakfast tea and chocolate, sometimes taken together. In her spare time she enjoys history, Sherlock Holmes, science fiction and ignoring her treadmill. An Australian, she lives in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, a former professional wrestler, where she moved in 1996 after meeting him on-line.

Her website can be found at http://TracyCooperPosey.com

Other books by Tracy Cooper-Posey

Blood Knot Series (Urban Fantasy Paranormal Series)

Blood Knot

Blood Stone

Blood Unleashed (Upcoming)

Blood Revealed (Upcoming)

Beloved Bloody Time Series (Paranormal Futuristic Time Travel)

Bannockburn Binding

Byzantine Heartbreak

Romani Armada

Kiss Across Time Series (Paranormal Time Travel)

Kiss Across Time

Kiss Across Swords

Kiss Across Chains

Guardian Bonds (Gargoyle Paranormal Series)

Carson’s Night

Beauty’s Beasts

Sabrina’s Clan (Upcoming)

Destiny’s Trinities (Urban Fantasy Romance Series)

Beth’s Acceptance

Mia’s Return

Sera’s Gift

Short Paranormals

Solstice Surrender

Eva’s Last Dance

Guns ‘n’ Lovers Series (Romantic Suspense)

Red Leopard

Black Heart

Blue Knight

White Dawn (Upcoming)

Silver Noon (Upcoming)

Golden Day (Upcoming)

Go-get-‘em Women (Short Romantic Suspense Series)

The Royal Talisman

Delly’s Last Night

Vivian’s Return

Ningaloo Nights

Sian’s Run (Upcoming)

Jewells of the Morrow series (Historical Romantic Suspense)

Diana By The Moon

Heart of Vengeance

The Perilous Maiden (Upcoming)

To Soothe a Savage Heart (Upcoming)

The Heart of the Enemy (Upcoming)

The Cherlebury Rose (Upcoming)

The Duchess of Winter (Upcoming)

Despite The Sands Of Time (Upcoming)

Scandalous Sirens (Historical Romance Series)

Forbidden

Dangerous Beauty

Rhys Davies’ untitled story (Upcoming)

Romantic Thrillers Series

Fatal Wild Child

Dead Again

Dead Double

Terror Stash

Contemporary Romances

Lucifer’s Lover

An Inconvenient Lover

The Sherlock Holmes Series

Chronicles of the Lost Years

The Case of the Reluctant Agent

For reviews, excerpts, and more about each title, visit Tracy’s site and click on each title in turn: http://tracycooperposey.com/books/tracys-trilogies-series/

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FIRST EDITION: November 2009

SECOND EDITION: October 2013

ISBN: 9781927901113

Cooper-Posey, Tracy
Mia’s Return/Tracy Cooper-Posey—2nd Ed.

Romance—Fiction
Paranormal – Fiction

Table of Contents

- About Mia’s Return
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- About the Author