Blood Bound (18 page)

Nico tortured them both, watching Rafi’s body undulate as she whimpered and moaned, her hips seeking the pleasure he wouldn’t complete while her mouth was on Julian. The vibration around Julian’s cock would be maddening Nico knew, having experienced it himself.

Julian’s eyes met Nico’s, nearly pleading. He looked as if his control was ready to snap.

With a grin, Nico took mercy on him, nodded and slid the Rabbit up into Rafi to touch her g-spot inside and clit outside as his mouth closed over her nipple to suck hard, knowing now just how to bring her to orgasm.

Rafi shuddered with need, her cries muffled by Julian’s thick cock.

As her pleasure grew, Julian became rock hard in her mouth, throbbing, his hands locked in her hair. He knew the moment her pleasure took her. Her body jerked with her orgasm and his own release took him. He thrust his cock deep into her throat while she trembled and shook, his hands buried in her hair as he emptied into her.

Helpless to do anything else, she took him, swallowing as he fucked her sweet mouth, her throat working to take all of his cum as her orgasm shuddered through her.

Julian released her, brushing the hair back from her face as immense satisfaction swept through him.

“Thank you,” he said, drawing her up into his arms to kiss her.

Nico hadn’t removed the vibrators, instead he dialed them up a little.

What she did for one Rafi always did for the other.

With a smile, Rafi licked her lips, savoring the taste of him before she turned to take Nico’s rigid cock into her mouth. He loved that she did that.

Julian turned on the vibrator in her ass once again, stroked it into her, worked it so she groaned and moaned around Nico’s erection, returning tit for tat, more or less.

Both of them loved the sounds of her pleasure, the more, the louder, the better, just for itself, but also because it vibrated around their cocks. It was maddening, Julian knew. He watched Nico shiver as Rafi hummed around his shaft, as he himself had experienced only moments before.

Rafi had become used to anal sex quickly and happily, since it allowed them to take her at the same time.

Julian found he loved to fuck that tight channel, loved listening to her moan as he drove his thick cock into her tight ass.

He applied more cool lubricant to the anal vibrator then found the dual vibrator and turned it on again. He used it to tease her as Rafi’s mouth stroked Nico’s cock. He looked questioningly at Nico as he used the lubricant to stroke himself hard again. Watching Rafi with Nico, he wanted to take her again.

Julian knew Nico was close to coming. Nico smiled, eyelids fluttering, completely unrepentant.

Julian expected no less.

Sliding the anal vibrator into her again, Julian worked it around to make sure there would be plenty of lubricant inside her.

Rafi moaned, quivered, as he teased her with the vibrators.

Then he removed the anal vibrator and angled the other against her clit. He buried his throbbing shaft fast and deep in her tight ass as she came with a shriek. Nico drove his shaft into her mouth as he came. She shivered and shook between them as Nico pumped his cum down her willing throat.

Pulling her up into his arms, he and Nico cradled her between them and snuggled close to her.

With the taste of both of them in her mouth, Rafi smiled and licked her lips.

Julian smiled at the familiar gesture, one she’d watched them do so often - savor the taste of her in their mouths.

“Good morning,” she said, a little hoarsely.

“It definitely is,” Julian agreed as he kissed her forehead.

Nico grinned. “Most definitely, Rafi.” And kissed her too.

Deliciously spent, neither of them particularly hungry, they curled into her and around her.

“Rough night?” Julian asked.

She burrowed against him and Nico for comfort. “Um-hmmm.”

After working so late and then giving them such a treat, Julian knew she would be deeply asleep very quickly. So would he and Nico.

*****

After having given them such a delightful awakening, it seemed only fair to Nico to return the favor. Rafi lay sprawled between them, their legs tangled together. He looked at Julian, who smiled and nodded.

She would have very sweet dreams.

With a sigh of anticipation, Nico slid down her body, coaxing her legs apart, spreading her thighs and cupping her bottom to raise her to him. He settled his mouth over her, tasting her with his tongue, sliding it up deep inside her.

She moaned softly in her sleep.

Nico watched as Julian lowered his mouth to one of her gorgeous breasts to suck and nibble.

Nico feasted on her pussy, fucked her with his mouth and tongue, licked and savored her.

In sleep, Rafi shivered as Nico’s hot tongue invaded her, swept over her clit and then tantalized her with just the tip. Stroking, sliding it down to pierce her, he lapped at her juices.

Julian suckled at her breasts, used his teeth to tug on her nipple, scraped them over it.

Her hips pumped, begged for more, for completion.

Smiling, Nico devoured her, working his tongue inside her to lick her cream.

Her body grew tight and then froze as her orgasm burst through her. He drank her in, her pleasure erupting into his mouth.

Julian’s mouth closed over her throat, Nico’s over her wrist as they breakfasted. A soft sigh escaped her as their teeth pierced her. They drew on her. She loved it when they fed, it was another layer of joy over all of it.

Her sleepy mind and body were awash with pure bliss, they knew. She’d sleep for hours after working the late shift and so replenish.

She murmured, twitching in ecstasy with each gentle pull on her throat and wrist. Her body grew taut.

Barely awake, Rafi wallowed in pleasure. She loved this. Pleasure washed through her. With a sigh she let the darkness close over her again as they each kissed her lightly and slipped away.

The sun was high in the sky when she awoke. The house was still.

Rafi knew the servants were around but they were quiet. She’d become friendly with all of them. She knew Catalena would be in the kitchen and ‘breakfast’ would be waiting. The staff knew her schedule. She also knew it would be heavy on lean protein, iron, vitamins, Omega 3 and amino acids to replace what she lost when Julian and Nico fed, although she doubted Catalena knew that was the reason.

An omelet, full of the stuff she liked and a fresh spinach salad topped with feta cheese and walnuts, awaited her in the kitchen

“Catalena,” she said to the chubby, bustling, five-star chef Julian employed, “that’s perfect.”

With a grin, the chef said, in her lilting Spanish accent, “Of course, I know what you like, Rafita, that’s all.”

Of all the house staff only she had picked up Julian’s nickname for her but it sounded lovely with her accent.

Pleased, Rafi settled into her meal, as the muffled sound of the doorbell rang from the front hall.

Gordon, the butler, came into the kitchen shortly thereafter, clearly annoyed.

“Who was that?” Rafi asked.

It wasn’t as if the vineyard was anywhere near the beaten track. They had few visitors.

“A gentleman,” he said, clearly using the term loosely, “by the name of Bartholomew Holbrooke insisted on speaking to someone in charge rather rudely. I told him neither Mr. Lüceanu or Mr. Constantine were present and he left.”

Something was ringing alarm bells in the back of Rafi’s mind.

She was already moving before Gordon stopped speaking but the car was long gone.

Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket, she speed dialed. “Sasha? I need to talk to Sid.”

Maybe it was nothing. A vacuum cleaner salesmen.

And maybe it wasn’t.

“Ask him about a man named Holbrooke. Bartholomew Holbrooke.”

Chapter Ten

Walking into headquarters to find Sid Barnes talking to Sasha at her desk wasn’t a good sign. Rafi’s heart sank.

“Talk to me, Sid,” Rafi said, draping her jacket over her chair. “Who is he?”

One look at the expression in his eyes and Rafi reached for her cell to speed-dial Julian.

She waved at Sid to keep talking even as she listened to Julian’s phone ring and then switch to voicemail.

A part of her already knew, had expected it.

“Holbrooke is bad news, Rafi, a self-proclaimed vampire hunter,” Sid said, grimly, keeping his voice low. “He’s a ‘person of interest’ in at least six homicides among the paranormal back east. They couldn’t prove anything.”

Barnes swiveled the monitor around to show her the man’s picture as the printer churned out a copy.

If anything, Holbrooke looked like a well-fed lawyer, gray-haired and tall, with a bit of a paunch, but his eyes were deep-sunk, heavy-lidded and piercing. Those eyes glittered. The eyes of a fanatic.

“He was casing the house.”

“At a guess,” Sid said, nodding. “It must have been getting too hot for him so he moved west. He preaches for one of those fundamentalist churches, an old style anti-paranormal group. He sees himself as a crusader but he’s a religious zealot out to prove our abilities are unnatural, that we aren’t creations of God but demons. That our acceptance is a sign of the end times. Not entirely unsuccessfully. Most normals find watching a werewolf change shape disturbing, only slightly less so than watching a vampire feed.”

“No one really keeps track of groups like this. Freedom of speech and freedom of religion, you know, especially in today’s environment. Despite groups like the ones that protest at soldiers’ funerals or the ones who helped hide that bomber years back. At least until someone dies in a way that shocks everyone into sanity again. For a little while.”

Rafi couldn’t blame him for his cynicism. If you were a cop you saw that sort of insanity  every day, and not just from the street people. Sometimes you saw it among your own – the reason both Sasha and Sid kept quiet about what they were. As did Julian and Nico.

A curl of cold fear wound tightly just below her breastbone as she listened to Nico’s phone ring as well.

“No one keeps track,” Sid said, “except some of us. Paranormals. Pure self-defense. You have to know where to look and where I’ve looked…”

His expression was eloquent…and bleak.

“There’s some sick people out there. But we knew that.”

Rafi looked at them, her heart heavy. “No answer, not on either phone.”

She tried not to worry, to wish that she’d told them to be careful. To put them on alert. There’d been that body. Her inbox was clear, though, none of the tests were back yet.

 “Holbrooke believes and preaches that the only way his followers can reach heaven is to kill each and every paranormal,” he said, quietly. “Every natural disaster, every act of random violence, is God’s way of telling them He’s unhappy.”

Barnes was quiet, clearly weighing his next words. She could almost feel him trying not to alarm her more than necessary but there was no way around it.

“Rafi, Holbrooke’s modus operandi is the traditional stake through the heart and decapitation.”

A stake through the heart.

Rafi shuddered, remembering the homicide the day before, the blunt force trauma to the chest.

No.

It was a silent prayer.

Even so, against two powerful vampires, it wouldn’t be easy.

No bodies had been found yet and no acts of violence reported – in either case she’d have been notified. Or she and Sasha would have answered that call.

That meant whatever had happened had happened fast or someone would have noticed something, like a pool of blood or a body, and called the police. So they’d been taken somewhere else. All she could hope was that they weren’t already dead.

Somehow she sensed that she would know if they were.