The Brethren Of Tavish [Vampire Coven Book 1] (19 page)

Tavish stilled Mercy’s hand. “What’s wrong?” he
asked.

“How do you know there’s something wrong?”

“Because when you’re worried I always manage to
lose a few chest hairs.”

“Sorry.”

“Well?”

“I want to have your baby. It was my idea after
all. It’s just we’ve never… With two men I would have to… You haven’t… We
didn’t… I mean once your finger did but—”

“What?”

“You never took me
there
,” she muttered uncomfortably.

“Where?” he asked.

“You know,
there
,” she said and when she looked up at him he was grinning at her.
Mercy whacked him. “Oh, you knew all along what I meant.”

“Yes, I know what you mean,” he said and
chuckled. “We should before we try with Tate.”

“I thought so.
I don’t want
Tate to be ready to come and you not able to even get in.”

“I’ll get in.”

Mercy thought that sounded a bit sinister.
“Will it hurt as much as the first time you took me?”

“In a different way.
I’ll be very gentle,
little cub. Don’t be afraid.”

Mercy knew he was sincere, she wasn’t afraid.
“Can we do it now?”

“Just get it over with, huh?”

“I don’t mean it like that.”

Tavish rolled on top of her. He kissed her
forehead. He stroked hair from her face. When his head dipped and his mouth
claimed hers, Mercy’s breath caught. Their tongues rolled together lazily. When
the kiss ended, Tavish was panting. He kissed her cheeks and forehead and spoke
between breaths.

“Tonight will be the last time I take blood
from you until we join with Tate,” Tavish said. “And if we prove successful, I
won’t be taking blood from you at all again until you stop nursing.”

“And then?”

He stopped kissing her and gazed into her eyes.
“And then let me indulge one last time before I turn you.”

“Do you need to turn me right away?”

“I’m sorry, Mercy. But yes. The longest I can
wait is three years. I know you don’t like the humans kept in the dark about certain
things, but breeding is law. Breeding is survival or I wouldn’t have made the
law. I love you. I can’t allow you to commit treason in the coven. The others
would question. If they question and rebel then they would have to be bred
whether they wanted to or not. Fear would return. Don’t do that to the women
here. We all want to live.”

“Don’t you think they would choose life?”

“Most would. But for now there are very few
humans. You need to think about that because you will depend on them for food.
So will our child one day.”

Mercy was appalled. “But Caine said he had
synthetic blood.”

Tavish grimaced. “It’s gross.”

“I think I’ll take my chances.”

“Will you trust me?” Tavish asked.

“Yes.”

Tavish kissed her again. She could feel his
hands trail up and down her body calming her. She spread her legs when he
sought entry and he went deep. He stroked within her, back and forth before
removing himself.

“Are you ready little cub?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Gently he turned her onto her belly and pulled
her hips up. Mercy groaned when his fingers slick with a substance went into
her behind. It didn’t hurt, it just felt different.

Again he stroked in and out of her until he
removed his fingers and Mercy felt his long hard erect cock pushed up into her
behind. She squirmed, but he held her still. She was gasping. It hurt, but not
as much as her first time. It was a strange feeling of stretching to
accommodate him. There was no barrier to breach. Her breath caught and she was
reminded of how huge he was. Finally, he was buried deep. When he pulled from
her she moaned and gripped the bed sheets. He thrust again and she cried out.

In and out he moved until both of them were
breathless. Her cries increased with each thrust. Tavish pulled her higher. His
fangs sunk into her throat. He rammed harder and faster while he drank from
her. Mercy was gripping the head board tighter. She could imagine what it would
be like with Tate doing this to her pussy at the same time.

Tavish was speaking to her within her thoughts.
Calming her fears.
He took her to the springs where
they had sex that afternoon. Mercy couldn’t believe it. She was remembering the
sex. The feel of Tavish pumping within her pussy as he now took her behind. It
was as though she were being taken by Tavish front and back at the same time.
This was what it would be like.
Powerful men in front and
behind.
Sandwiched between them.
Helplessly coveted.
It was amazing.

An orgasm washed over her. It enveloped her as
she sank deeper into the memory and still Tavish took from her. Mercy collapsed
when Tavish howled out his release. Both memory and man pumped into her slowly
now. Mercy slipped onto the bed onto her belly. She was unconscious, but before
she fell into the deep blissful sleep, she was happy.

* * * *

Tavish was nervous. It was an uncommon feeling.
Mercy and Tate were nude. Caine and Laken were close. Not exactly watching, but
they needed to be around in case Tavish had problems with Tate. It was tricky
turning a vampire. They could wake in a fury, fearful, rabid. Tavish didn’t
want Mercy hurt. She would be Tate’s first conquest. A vampire could be
covetous of his first. Tavish knew of one vampire who kept his dead victim with
him in his home unwilling to part with her for weeks until Tavish and a few
other vamps had no choice but to eradicate the situation when the authorities
became involved.

Tavish would be keeping Mercy close until he
was positive Tate would obey. Once turned, a vampire was full of himself, his
power. You couldn’t always count on the good man being the good vampire. All
the humans were wary as well. One of
their own
being
turned was a big deal. A friend would now be a master. How different would he
treat them?

Tavish stroked Mercy’s arm. “Are you ready,
little cub?”

“Yes.”

She looked up at Tate. He was a large man. All
breeder males were powerful. Mercy knew him to be sweet and gentle but soon he
would be in possession of awesome strength. Tavish could hear her heartbeat.
Sweat beaded her temples. She was afraid, but not overmuch.

“Please don’t hurt me, Tate,” Mercy whispered.

Tate cupped her chin. “Because of you, I get a
gift,” he said. “I’d die before I hurt you.”

Tavish hoped so. It took only a second to rip
out a delicate female throat. The only reason he was allowing Mercy to do this
was because she wanted it so badly, and the fact there was no one faster than
Tavish. There was no way in hell Tate would be able to hurt her. Tavish would
kill him first.

Tavish stripped off his clothes. Mercy was
settled onto her knees. Earlier Tavish had searched Tate’s memories. He had
known him since birth and knew he had never harmed anyone, but it was a
precaution. The worst thing the man had ever done was make a virgin cry her
first time. He had felt awful remorse, and strove after that to never hurt a
woman again. It was why he was picked so often.
Tavish felt
Tate’s love for him.
He felt his pride in being chosen. Tate would die
for him. Tate was loyal. Tavish felt he was adding an asset to his vampire
coven.

Tate was already kissing Mercy. He was anxious
to begin. Tavish rubbed at her back with oil he had to relax her. His fingers
slipped around her into her warm heat where he stroked his fingers enjoying the
feel of her velvety smoothness. Tate massaged a breast then he too slipped his
finger into her. He was careful, and Tavish let him arouse her. Mercy groaned
when Tavish dipped his finger deeply into her behind. He worked his cock into
her slowly knowing he had better begin. Once Tate started, there would be no
stopping. The man had, after all, been conditioned for sex.

Tavish knew the exact moment Tate entered her.
She cried out and clung to Tate’s shoulders. Both men whispered soothing words
as she gasped and whimpered. She felt so tight and Tavish moved easily within
her with his powerful strokes. Tate had gripped her hair and was kissing her,
ravaging her mouth. The man aroused easily. Tavish could hear Tate’s heart
pounding. He was about to feel an orgasm, their meeting, the meaning of it, had
overexcited him. Tavish moved quicker. Mercy was moaning. Her fingers dug into
Tate’s shoulders. She was pressed hard between them both, and Tavish could hear
her heart now pounding.

“You’re all right, you’ll be fine, Mercy,” Tate
gasped and Tavish knew it was something he said to his chosen females. Tate
knew he could be overwhelming and he wanted to please and soothe fears.

Mercy was crying out. She lowered her hand and
gripped Tavish’s hard while he kneaded her breast. Tate had her head now cupped
to his chest as he rocked furiously against her. Mercy came before the men. She
screamed her release and Tate’s heart almost exploded with his orgasm. Tavish
bit him. Tavish came the second Tate’s blood flowed into him. The blood moved
down Tavish’s throat so fast he gasped and sucked in air while trying to
swallow.

Tate was groaning and gurgling and still
pumping hard. Tavish was surprised when Tate came again. Tavish sucked his
throat harder. It was a heady feeling. Tate’s head hung, Tavish had both Tate
and Mercy wrapped within his arms to keep them upright. Tavish listened and in
that vital moment he knew when Tate’s heart stopped, he
drizzled
a fine line of his fluid’s immortality and blood that flowed with Tate’s own
into his mouth from his wrist. One beat from Tate’s heart sounded; he gasped.

When Tate lifted his face, his eyes were snowy
white. For only a second, confusion and then awe washed over his features. New
power surged from him. Tavish exposed Mercy’s throat to him. A gift of a sire’s
love, a token, and in return for life blood, Tate would give his loyalty
forever. Tate’s fangs grew and he buried them into Mercy, accepting the gift, his
eyes still locked on Tavish. Tavish broke the connection between Tate and
himself, he too drank from Mercy. Her body shuddered. She came again and both
men were treated to the sweetest of tastes.

Tavish could feel her confusion as each man
bombarded her with memories. The memory of her being beaten for sexual innocent
interest enraged Tate, Tavish could feel it. Good, he was still capable of
compassion. Tate had never raised his hand to a woman. No one had ever raised
their hand to Tate. For him, the idea alone was unfathomable. It would be to
anyone in Tavish’s coven. Tavish searched for another of Mercy’s memories as
she began to slip into unconsciousness. She was standing vulnerable before
Tate, before he had been turned.

“Please don’t hurt me, Tate,” she was
whispering. Tavish felt her fear and hoped Tate did.

Tate slowly slipped his fangs from her neck. He
was fighting for control; blood lust was a formidable foe. Tavish could hear
his ragged deep breaths. Tate licked the blood that flowed from her neck, but
he had stopped on his own. Tavish pulled his fangs from her too. Tavish stared
deeply into Tate’s eyes. Both men wore the snowy white coloring.

“This female is mine,” Tavish warned.

Tate moved back, slipping from inside of her
and he nodded. Tavish could see he was feeling very full of himself. He gave
Tavish a cocky grin. “How do I look?”

“Put your fangs away and sheath your snowy
eyes. It scares the shit out of her.”

Tavish pulled from her and held her on his lap
when Caine came from the foliage with a flask in his hands. He took Mercy from
Tavish as the men dressed and tipped the liquid to her mouth. She drank it down
slowly. When Tavish approached, Caine was smiling.

Caine cocked his head and looked up at Tavish.
“Nicely done, Daddy.”

Tavish squatted before them. “It worked?”

“Hear for yourself.”

Tavish pressed his head to Mercy’s belly. He
knew immediately she carried life. It was the feeling of another presence. A
grin spilt his face. He pulled Mercy into his arms and held her until she
stirred. Caine and Laken took Tate away to begin teaching him his duties.
Tavish laughed when Tate walked away with his fangs down, then up, then down,
playing with them. The young were always so cute.

Chapter 12

Mercy was sitting quietly under a tree reading
Macbeth
by William Shakespeare. Tavish
had sat her down one day and helped her to understand the intricate play with
words and Mercy enjoyed a challenge. Her reading improved daily. She had been
somewhat uncomfortable to be wearing only a loin cloth with her breasts bared,
but in the shade and alone, she found it comfortable.

At only a month along, she was receiving her
fair share of attention. Everyone fawned and fussed over her. It was almost impossible
to find a quiet place. The area she chose was close to the fence. The other
humans were too afraid to get as close. Tavish would still hear her if she
called. It was her favorite time of the day. The sun wasn’t blazing too hot and
she had an hour before dinner.