Hellbourne (3 page)

And was devoured.

Nikko’s huge muscled body slid beside him, shadowing Luc with his tall form. Before he could catch his breath, one calloused hand grabbed his prick, pumping it up and down without warning. The contrast between the rough grip and Luc’s delicate skin was intense. Too intense.

Unable to do anything more than take the pleasure forced upon him, Luc bucked under Nikko’s hands. Hands that gripped, pumped, caressed and drove him out of his ever-loving mind.

Exactly what he needed.

Without warning Luc’s body exploded. Cum burst from him like a geyser, draining him of both fluids and energy. Nikko’s motions slowed, the kisses turning more affectionate than passionate.

The vampire’s soft chuckle in the dark was low and intimate. “Will you get it up again?”

“Always.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful. May I have you?” The master vampire’s voice was oddly hesitant considering the take-charge attitude he’d had up to that point.

“I’m all yours,” Luc reassured him, placing a soft kiss on the other man’s exposed throat.

“All mine.” Nikko’s teeth flashed white and pointy in the dark. “I like that.”

Luc felt a sliver of unease try to break through his foggy thoughts.

What did he just agree to?

Then those large, hot hands were on his body giving him sweet, demanding touches while warm, soft lips melted his brain. Luc forgot the question, forgot even his own name.

There was a soft snick then a finger, oiled and slick, pushed into him. A groan tore from his throat as he sank upon that digit longing for another. “More.”

“No. Not yet. You’re too tight. I won’t hurt you.”

Luc whimpered and in the end he begged in soft, broken tones for more. More touching, more fingers, more something. “Please Nikko, please.”

Two fingers.

The slow molten pleasure felt as if it were dissolving his bones, turning him into a pliable, liquidy mess. He moaned and whimpered, making encouraging noises and shifting his body to urge the vampire on, anything to get this man to hurry up. The intense need was torturing him and he’d been tortured by the best. Eventually, after minutes that felt like hours, three fingers filled his hole.

“Please, I’m ready, come inside me.” He could only take so much. This was going from pleasure to torture.

“Your skin, it’s glowing,” Nikko said on a breath of whispered reverence.

Luc glanced down and saw that his skin was indeed glowing a soft white. “It’s the fae blood,” he said in needy tones. “Now fuck me.”

The vampire responded by kissing him while his fingers pumped in and out of Luc’s body. Nikko’s motions pegged his prostrate making him whimper with need. Finally, when he was about to cry from the ache of it all, the vampire removed his fingers and pushed inside him, filling him, completing him.

Still so careful, his lover slid in and out with slow sinuous movements. Luc dug in his heels trying to speed him along. In response, Nikko hooked his hands behind Luc’s knees lifting his heels from the bed and removing his leverage. “Don’t rush. Savour.”

He wanted to scream at the man to move. He didn’t want to savour he wanted to be fucked, but the expression in the vampire’s eyes trapped his words inside. Nikko wrapped a hand around Luc’s prick, pumping him while moving back and forth inside with controlled bursts of power.

“Shit.” Luc’s hips snapped forwards when he felt the vampire’s cum pump inside of him. Control shot, he spewed hot ropes of liquid across both of their stomachs. High on endorphins, it took him a minute to realise the man in bed with him wasn’t just nibbling on his neck but getting sustenance from it.

The vampire was
feeding
.

Fear shot through him.

“Shh.” Nikko licked his neck. Luc guessed he was sealing the wound. “You’re safe. No one will ever hurt you again my sweet tasting, little fae. You’re all mine.”

With those words, Nikko wrapped his big body around Luc like a giant blood-sucking teddy bear. Those big ass hands rubbed up and down Luc’s back in long soothing strokes. For the moment, Luc forgot his worries and slipped easily into sleep.

* * * *

The howling of his cell phone pulled Luc from his slumber. The wolf howl was a ringtone he’d recorded during a full moon and assigned to the pack house main number. The sound had Luc scrambling to free himself from his cuddling lover. Memories of limitless beers fluttered through his brain before vanishing.

Luckily, he never got hangovers.

Luc stumbled to locate his pants in the dim light and once found, fumbled to find the pocket with his phone inside, anxious to stop the noise before it woke the vampire.

His fingers found the phone in his left pocket. Luc pulled it out and flipped it open to stop the noise. “Hello.”

“Luc, thank the goddess I found you.” The raspy voice of Salvador, the pack’s beta, came across the line. “Bran’s missing. Is he with you?”

Pain stabbed through Luc’s heart. “Of course he’s not with me. Isn’t he off on his honeymoon?” Anger gave his voice a rare edge. Trust his ex-lover to garner attention when he was supposed to be out of sight, out of mind.

“Betsy called me in tears. His wolf rejected her, then he ran off.”

He’d never heard of that happening before. The line went silent while Luc waited for an explanation…and waited.

“What the fuck do you mean his wolf rejected her? Didn’t they already have sex?”

Not that he wanted the details. The thought of his former lover’s strong hands touching another made him ill. His attention snapped to the bed as Nikko’s body shifted beneath the covers as if sensing his distress. One long arm reached out, fingers searching for him as the vampire slept.

Salvador drew his attention back to the phone. “Betsy said when they tried to mate Bran freaked. According to her, his eyes went wolf and he flew out of there. We think he’ll head for you.”

“Why in the ten hells would he come to me? He made it completely clear that he wanted pups. In case you didn’t know, I can’t give him that and I have no interest in being his piece of ass on the side.”

“I know, I know and the pack appreciates all you’ve sacrificed,” the beta’s voice was heavy with sorrow, making Luc wonder for the first time how his separation affected the pack.

“Are you some place safe? I don’t think Bran will harm you, but if his wolf’s loose he’ll hunt you down and I don’t know what he’ll do.” There was a pause as if he were gathering his thoughts. “We know you’re his true mate Luc. Betsy was a poor replacement sought for Bran’s human half. Our alpha might be able to fool himself but he can’t fool his animal nature.”

Luc blinked back the tears filling his eyes. “I…I always knew he would cast me aside, Sal, but I didn’t think it would hurt so much. I miss you guys.”

“Hang in there, Luc. You’ll always be part of our pack, Bran or not. Where are you?”

“At The River Styx.”

“The vampire club?”

Luc laughed. “Yeah.”

“What have you done?” Sal’s voice took on a familiar commanding tone. As the pack beta, he was used to being obeyed by just about everyone except the alpha. With Bran gone, the beta was in charge.

Luc bristled in defence. “I drowned my sorrows. Don’t fucking judge me, you didn’t just lose everything.”

Sal sighed, the sound weighty and sad. “Don’t be so sure, my friend. Don’t be so sure. Are you safe?”

Luc looked around the spell-secured room taking in the thick walls and reinforced magic. “I’m as safe as can be.” He’d have to find a way to get Nikko to let him stay until whatever bug was up Bran’s butt escaped.

“Good. I’ll keep you updated. Call me if you see Bran. Take care.” There was a pause then Sal’s voice came across softer. “I mean it, Luc. I know you’re hurting right now but you’re important to the pack and not just because you were Bran’s lover. You helped us more times then we can count. Call me if you need anything, and I mean anything.”

Blinking back tears, Luc cut the connection after promising his friend that he would call if there was a problem. With mixed feelings, he put his phone back into his pocket. Part of him was concerned about Bran while the small, petty part felt a little smug that the big, bad alpha couldn’t mate with the woman he insisted would be a better match than Luc.

Heart sore, Luc crawled back into bed. Nikko moved to snuggle him close as soon as he lay down.

“Is there a problem, beautiful?” Nikko rumbled against his chest as the vampire wrapped his arm and leg around Luc again.

“My ex is hunting me. Can I hang out here for a few days?”

“If you stay with me, you’ll have to be my thrall.” Nikko nuzzled beneath Luc’s ear, derailing his thoughts for a moment as all sensation pooled to his groin.

“Thrall?” he gasped out.

Nikko nodded. “Non-vampires can only stay in a tribe if they belong to one of the vamps. Since I’m the master of this group, the others will only accept you if you’re my thrall. I can’t break the rules I expect others to abide by or I’ll lose all respect.”

“Wh-what does that involve?” Luc was starting to wonder what he’d got himself into. Was a werewolf mauling better?

“You’ll have to wear my collar to signify your status as my possession and sit at my side when we’re in groups with other vampires. Be my arm candy,” Nikko whispered against Luc’s skin, licking a sensitive spot on his neck and triggering shivers down his spine.

Luc started laughing and couldn’t stop. He’d lived with werewolves for twenty years but it took going to a vampire to put a collar on him.

Nikko rubbed a soothing hand across his bare back. “I’m glad you’re amused.”

“Anything else?” It sounded as if he were a prized pet. He wondered if he got a comfy pillow to sit on. Maybe a chew toy.

“No giving blood to anyone but me.”

“Not into sharing, huh?”

“No.” There wasn’t even a hint of laughter in the vampire’s growl. Luc peeked up at the other man. Nikko’s face wore a fierce frown.

“Ooo-kay. Do I at least get clothes?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want anyone else looking at you.”

How did he get himself into these situations?

“It would only be for a few days,” Luc ventured to say.

“It’s a start. You might find you like being mine.”

With Nikko petting him and luring him back to sleep, Luc’s last thought was he might enjoy belonging to someone else for a while. It would help if he couldn’t remember years of hot, loving kisses and miles of smooth mocha skin with his name tattooed across one shoulder, but that’s what the beer was for.

To help him forget.

Chapter Three

Nikko woke to the most delicious scent filling his nose. Nuzzling in closer he sought to wrap himself around the smell. Warm flesh met his lips and a soft giggle vibrated the skin beneath him.

Oh, the little fae.
The sweet, sweet boy with the broken heart and the most powerful blood he’d ever tasted. Energy still zinged through his body from the little sip he’d taken the night before. Remembering the taste, his mouth watered and his fangs slid forwards, eager for another burst of intoxicating flavour.

“Good evening, beautiful,” he murmured, wallowing in the feel of the slender man wrapped in his arms. Skin slid against skin as he found a smooth thigh to rub against. He nipped Luc’s shoulder with his fangs, lapping at the streak of blood oozing from the small wound.

“Oh, yeah. Right there,” the lyrical voice whispered as the sleek fae rubbed against him.

Need surged through Nikko like a tidal wave. Wanting to have his lover come with him, the vampire wrapped his hand around both of them, pumping them in concert.

It didn’t take long before he felt wet streams shoot against his stomach. The feel of Luc’s release pulled Nikko into an orgasm, sparkles lighting behind his eyes.

“Wow,” Nikko said, giving an awkward pat to Luc’s smooth, silky back. He waved a hand and magically dissolved the mess between them before wrapping them back up in their cocoon of blankets.

“I love that spell,” Luc said, contentedly curling up beside the vampire. Nikko couldn’t help smiling even as he lapped at the sexy man’s neck.
 
Sometimes it was handy to have magic.

“Go back to sleep, beautiful. We’ll get up in a little while.” He wrapped his entire body around the smaller man, instinct driving him to want to keep the fae safe, purposely ignoring the little voice whispering that this was the first lover he hadn’t kicked out of his bed right after sex.

In his mind he envisioned the collar he would put on his pretty, pretty lover. He waited until Luc’s breathing was slow and easy before he slid out of the bed in slow, easy movements, careful to not wake his companion.

Nikko dressed and removed the wards covering the door, resetting them once he was on the other side. Nothing would get to his fae while he slept.

Gabriel stood guard in the hall outside their room with a gleam in his eyes, flashing a bit of fang. “How’s it going boss?” he asked with a smirk. “I hear you found yourself a pretty boy to play with.”

“Bring me that gold collar in the showcase,” Nikko said, ignoring his lieutenant’s words.