The Feeder (12 page)

Thayne

I had never seen anything sexier in my life than Eve lost in bliss, breaking apart in front of me, her rich cream upon my tongue. It was the most erotic sight I had ever beheld.

I wanted more. Needed more.

Rising from the bed, I used my speed to quickly rid myself of my jeans and crawled up her body. There I waited, rubbing the head of my length through her wet sex teasingly, waiting for her to come back down to earth. Seeing the surprise in her eyes when she finally opened them I laughed. “I can be very fast when I want to be. But don’t worry, I can make things last too.”

“Bad, Thayne. Very Bad,” she giggled.

Gazing down at her, catching the fast fading marks upon her neck from Vince, I asked, “You sure about this?” She had been through so much in the past twenty-four hours; I needed to make sure that she really did want this.

Flashing me a seductive smile, her eyes dark with desire, she reached down between our bodies and took me in hand, pumping my cock a few times.

Fuck did her hands on me feel good.

“I’m sure.”

That was all I needed to hear. She didn’t know it, but from this moment on she was mine. Well and truly mine. Never again would she be alone. Never again would she fear. I would always be there for her, protecting her.

With a growl I positioned myself at her entrance, pressing just the tip inside her tight centre. Moving slowly, weary of how tight she was, I pushed forward. “More,” she panted, wrapping her legs around me and doing her best to drag me further into her body.

“You’re so tight. Sweetheart, I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't. I promise. Please, Thayne. I need you.” And with those words I lost all sense of control.

In one quick thrust, I was in, my hard length encased in Eve’s warm, wet, pleasure giving body. “Fuck baby. You feel so good.” As I withdrew from her body, she moaned in distress, her nails digging into my back as if to stop me from leaving. As if I would want to be anywhere but here, buried deep inside her.

When I stroked back in she sighed in relief, her hungry lips seeking mine. I lost myself in her kiss, in the feel of her sex pulsating around me, gripping me as if in desperation.

I was close. My balls pulled up tight in desperate need of release. But I couldn’t, not yet. I would be damned if I let myself find relief before she did. Angling my hips, I thrust deep, her little gasp of surprise letting me know I’d hit my mark. Repeatedly I hit her G-spot, grinding against her with each stroke to rub against her clit.

“I can’t hold it off,” she cried, her whole body trembling with her coming release.

“Then don’t, sweetheart. Come on my cock. Let me hear you scream.” Picking up the pace and reaching down to pinch her hardened nub, I gave her the push she needed.

“Thayne!” With her pussy clamping down on me I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a roar I followed her over the edge, filling her with my seed, marking her as my own. My Eve. My Love. My mate.

Eve

A warm glow seemed to be buried inside me, warming through my previously cold and lonely body and filling me with happiness. Never had I imagined this, that I could feel this way about anyone, never mind a vampire. As I laid on my front, my head rested on my arms, Thayne rubbed his hands over my back, kneading the sore and aching muscles caused by the previous night. My eyes had just begun to drift shut when his hands stilled upon my shoulders for a moment. Lightly, his finger traced over the scar hidden within the tattoo upon my right shoulder blade, the only physical proof of my past.

“What’s the tattoo stand for?” he asked, his digit continuing to follow the path of the scar, completely ignoring the sparrow inked into my skin.

The device that had been planted in me to track me had been pretty deep. Gideon had had to drive the knife deep to get at it. He had also used a silver blade – a metal which affected me almost as much as it did a vampire – meaning that it had been slow to heal and scarred.

That scar I saw as a sign of my past, a terrible reminder. My first and only trip away from the club had been to a tattoo parlour to get it covered. I hated the sight of it. I hadn’t had any idea when I had walked into the tattoo place what I had wanted, but after going through a couple of books and talking to the artist, she came up with the perfect thing, a design that meant something to me. “Freedom.”

“From what?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I rolled onto my side and curled up beside him, taking comfort in his presence, in his arms. I didn’t know how long I would be able to with my continued silence. I wanted to tell him, to explain the truth of what I was, but I couldn’t. My fear of his reaction was too great. Everyone that had ever known what I was had used me, hurt me. And there was also the fact that if he asked me, I would freely give up my blood to him… and that fact was absolutely terrifying.

Signing, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. “It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t. I needed to open up to him, to trust him with my secret the way I did my body, but I couldn’t. And I knew deep down in my gut that he wouldn’t stick around with secrets between us.

Thayne

The sun was a good hour from setting, but something had pulled me from my sleep. Opening my eyes, I gazed down at Eve curled up asleep against me and smiled, the past few hours replaying in my mind. Instantly I was hard again, more than ready to go for round three, or was that round four? Hell, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I would never get tired of being buried balls deep in her sweet, hot sex. She was it for me. She was my everything. Almost losing her had shown me how painful my existence would be without her now that I knew the joy she would bring to my life.

Remembering the disturbance to my sleep, I listened more closely to the room around me. There was some kind of buzzing coming for somewhere.  But what was it? It was like some strange vibrating noise that was coming from somewhere nearby. It would stop for a moment before taking back up again. Still tired and worn out from the events of the past night, it took me a few more minutes to click on to what was causing the noise… My phone.

Gently, I slid from the bed, not wanting to wake Eve, and made my way over to the chair where I had left my jacket.

“Where you going?” she mumbled sleepily, reaching out blindly for me.

“I'll be right back. You go back to sleep. I'll only be a moment.” Whether she heard me or not, I had no clue as she was once again passed out cold.

Digging the phone out of my jacket pocket, I moved to the door and down the hall before taking the call. “What's up?”

“We got the results back from that blood you sent us,” Brad informed me, not beating around the bush.

“And?”

Before he could answer there was a commotion in the background, then suddenly I was no longer talking to Brad but to Sebastian, one of the red-eyed Masters I would not want to fuck with, and luckily someone I called a friend. The guy was pure power and scared the shit out of me. Not as much as his sister Sabrina did, though. Now that was one scary fucking female.

“Where did you get it?” his voice snapped down the line.

“It was hidden in a box in his office. Why?”

“We need to know where he got it from. If he bought it, found it, or if he has a true source.”

“Why? What is it?” I suspected there was something off about it, but their reaction was not quite what I had expected. “Is it not human?”

“No, it’s human. Just a very rare kind of human, one we believed extinct millennia ago. The vial contained Feeder blood, Thayne. We have to know where he got it from.”

“Feeder blood? But they’re just myth.”

Feeders were what we now called humans that were used for their blood and blood alone. Some vampires kept humans in their homes specifically for feeding. Some even breed them, but that had been made illegal when the new Master system had been forged. But there was an ancient story, a myth among my people, that there had once been a race of humans that had been true Feeders. Their blood was said to be stronger than other humans, more pleasurable and sustaining for the vampire that drank it. But it was a myth. Such humans did not exist. Did they?

“A myth now perhaps, but not always.”

“What do you mean?”

“I will explain soon, but right now I need to know where exactly you found it?”

“It was in a box in Gideon’s office with a couple of other vials and a tracking device that had been removed from someone.”

“Tracking device?”

“Yeah. I’ve done some digging and found a contract to find a human Owned whose last known location was the club. I’m pretty sure the device I found is the one that was embedded in the missing human.”

He was silent for a beat, and I knew he was thinking, the cogs in his brain spinning a mile a minute. “I would never ask this of you if I did not think that it was important, but I'm afraid I must. I need the name of the vampire that put out that contract.”

“You know I can’t do that.” Never once had I given anyone private information on any of my clients, or of any potential clients. Not that I was planning on taking the job, but still, it was not something I did.

“I knew you would say that, which is why I am ordering you as a member of the Council of Masters to do so.”

“Ordering me?”  

“That is something I never wanted to do and swore I would not, but if these two things are connected we need to know. Gideon should never have been able to best Denton. You know that. We must decipher how he managed to gain the strength to do so, and so far this blood is the only clue we have. I’ve been doing a little digging myself into Gideon, and I do not like what I’ve heard. I need to discover the truth, and I need that name to do it. I promise if this vampire and their missing human has nothing to do with this, then they will be none the wiser of us knowing that they put out the contract.”

“I should hope so.” I had a reputation to maintain. I didn’t need it getting out that I was passing on information about contracts. “If I give you the information, it is for you and you alone, understand?”

“Understood. You know I wouldn't ask unless it was of the utmost importance.”

I did know. Didn't make telling him any easier, though. I had a strict code of trust that I had always followed, and now I was going to break it. If this got out, I would be out of a job. But Sebastian was not just anyone; he was a Master, one of the most powerful of them. He was also a friend. “Josiah. The vamps name is Josiah.”

“Crap.”

“What is it?”

“Josiah was the leader of a large group of vampires who were starting to concern the old council a bit. They were quickly growing in power and strength, creating a huge turf war in the east. Nothing was ever done about them – you know how the old council were. Well, a few years back, a large chunk of his group was taken out when their base was attacked. We decided to investigate and sent a group to check things out. Josiah was nowhere to be found, and the place was trashed, so we were concerned. What worried me most was what our guys discovered in the cellar. Josiah had a whole lab set up down there, along with cages and cells he used to keep humans under lock down. All of them were empty, but there was evidence of recent use. We got someone to look over all the documents and samples we found in the lab to try and find out what they were doing down there. From what we can tell they were studying blood, trying to figure out if there was any way possible to change it, give it the unique qualities that can only be found in the legendary Feeder blood.”

“But surely that is impossible.”

“Most likely, unless you have a sample of Feeder blood in which to test and compare. Or even better, a Feeder... a live one. All we know is that they had done extensive research upon this, were actually at the stage where they were testing on human subjects. Now we have these samples of Feeder blood in Gideon's possession, who is showing the same power build as Josiah and his group. Josiah has been MIA since his lab was destroyed, but from the intelligence we have gathered, his power has now diminished since the loss of his lab, and I’m guessing it has to do with this lost human he is looking for. You need to find this human, Thayne. We need to know if they have been genetically altered to strengthen the blood in their veins, or if they are in fact a true Feeder. But whichever they are, it seems that Gideon may have gotten his hands on them first. We need to deal with him.”

“What else do we know about Feeders?” I asked, thinking back to Eve and the remarkable way in which she had healed. Was there anything special about them apart from the qualities their blood gave us?

“Next to nothing. Why?”

“No reason,” I lied.

I hung up the phone after a few more minutes, a large ball of worry forming in my gut. I had just broken one of the primary rules of my job – never give away information about the person that put out the contract – but that wasn’t what was getting to me. No, what worried me most was the fact that Gideon was feeding on Eve, the woman I had fallen in love with. The woman that had just made a miraculous recovery after nearly bleeding to death without any intervention from me. The woman that had a deep, large scar hidden by a tattoo upon her right shoulder blade, the exact place the tracker had been embedded within Josiah’s missing human’s flesh.

My good mood had just officially plummeted, majorly.

Eve was still asleep when I returned to the room, so hearing the noise of the others waking, I made my way downstairs to check in with them. I met up with the guys in the kitchen, Trent pouring himself a glass of blood from the fridge. “This stuff tastes like shit, but it's better than nothing.”

“I'll stick with nothing,” Reese groaned. “How’s she doing?”

“Better, much better.”

“No shit,” he laughed. “I could scent the sex on you before you even entered the room.”

“That's not what I meant.” A smile pulling at the corner of my lips. “She’s healed. Like, completely healed.”

“But how?”

“I don’t know. But that’s not important right now. What is important is dealing with Gideon.” It was obvious in so many ways to me that he was not the man for the job, that his title of Master was not deserved.  He was selfish and arrogant. He needed to be removed from the position and soon.

“What about him?” Eve asked, walking into the room, her scent causing my mouth to water. At least now that she was healed, it didn’t push at me so much. I could tell that her effect on the guys was the same and that they felt just as relieved by it as I did. They all cared for her and would never want to cause her any harm, but she was just too mouth-watering for her own good.

“He needs removing.” It was as simple as that.

“What?”

“Removing from the title of Master. It’s obvious to me that he isn’t the right vampire for the job. Ever since I came here, he has done nothing but neglect his duties. He hides away in that office of his, pushing everything he is meant to do off onto others. And not once have I seen him take an interest in getting to know any of the vampires in his area. The whole point of being a Master is not just to rule but to guide. A Master is meant to care and protect those within their area, not bully and neglect them.”

“While I totally agree with you about the type of Master he is, wouldn’t the other Masters be pissed if he was to be removed from the position?” Trent asked.

“No,” I laughed. Obviously, these guys had no idea how unliked Gideon was among the other Masters. “I doubt it.”

“He was right then,” Eve said, eyes wide. “They sent you here to spy on him, didn't they?”

“Sort of, but I have other reasons for being here.” New reasons, ones to do with the beauty that stood before me.  If Gideon had gotten himself someone with Feeder quality blood, then Eve was it. And from what Sebastian had told me, I suspected she was the one Josiah had misplaced and was searching for.