The Imprisoned Dragon and the Witch (20 page)

Sam continued to suck, flicking his tongue over the nub until her hand grabbed his hair. “No! Stop, it’s too much, it’s too sensitive!”

He felt her legs stiffen as she tried to move him away, looking up into her newly orgasmed face his need for her grew so great he thought he would burst. Slowly he stalked up until his body lay over hers, his lips taking hers again and knowing she would taste herself on them. “Are you ready?” he asked as he positioned the head of his cock at her warm and wet entrance.

Charmaine answered immediately, “Yes, Sam, my Vampire, I’m ready.”

He slid in slowly, scared he would either hurt her or scare her. The soft mewling sounds that escaped her telling him he did neither. Moving slowly he drew out and thrust in with a little more force as her hands came up to circle his waist. Nails digging into his skin as she tried to get him to move faster, deeper. His self-control was almost gone as she lifted her head and nibbled on one of his nipples, her teeth raking across it before her tongue followed.

“More,” she whispered as her teeth bit down on his sensitized bud.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” he spoke through gritted teeth, fighting to control himself and his fangs.

“You won’t and where are your fangs? I want to see them.”

Sam started to move quicker, harder, allowing his canines to descend as he stared down into his mate’s face. “I’m not sure I can stop myself biting you tonight, Char.”

As soon as he said the words she moved her head to the side, giving him clear access to her neck. “Fuck!” he snarled as he moved with lightning speed, his fangs sinking deep into the throbbing vein he’d been watching for so many days. At the first taste of her blood he knew he had died and gone to heaven.

Exquisite didn’t cover it. Mind blowing didn’t cover it. Out of this fucking world, didn’t cover it. All he knew was that he would drink this nectar ‘til his dying day and still crave it then as he did at this moment.

The pleasure of his bite taking Charmaine over into an ecstasy that had her falling apart in his arms, her mouth open in a silent scream as her eyes rolled back in her head. His own release hitting a moment later as he spilled his seed deep inside her. Forcing his fangs from her neck, his head reared back and he roared like a caged lion, thrusting wildly until he was spent.

He was pretty sure life could get no better than this, here, in bed with his mate. Pulling out, lying to the side and grasping her tightly within his arms...Charmaine already falling into sleep.

Chapter 20

Creed slipped away from the celebrations as soon as he could without anyone noticing. He had somewhere else he wanted to be. Although not expressly forbidden, the place he was going was “frowned upon” by the Bureau.

He started up his bike, a very old, vintage Harley that he had rebuilt over the years. It looked like new and with the rebuilt and enhanced engine it could beat any other bike out there hands down. It was probably the only thing he was truly proud of. The only thing he really cared about, apart from his job.

He arrived at his destination with a roar of the engine and kicking up dust in the dirt covered lot that was used as a car park. Parking close to the door, he felt a sliver of unease run up his spine. Looking around to see if he could find the cause. Seeing nothing that alarmed him he made his way to the door.

Two very large Vampires guarded the entrance, although Creed knew he could take them both out in the blink of an eye, he showed them respect and nodded as they held the door open. Ducking his head so as not to hit the frame he went inside. The noise and smoke enveloping him as he made his way forward.

The warehouse was fairly full, mostly with supernaturals but the occasional human was dotted around. The shouts of encouragement, for the two men in the metal cage in the center of the area, were loud and rowdy. Some of the audience getting irate as the one they bet on was pounded to the floor.

Creed snatched a bottle of beer from the make-shift bar as he passed. Keeping his eyes on the fighters. He was here only to observe tonight, scoping out any competition for his fight in a couple of weeks. Supernatural Cage Fighting was big business, there were underground clubs all over the country and he had fought in his fair share of them. It was a time when he could use all his skills and not hold back.

Something he enjoyed immensely.

He was aware that Sam knew what he did in his spare time, so he guessed Ronan did to. But it was never discussed and he bet the boss would not be overjoyed at his pastime. As if he cared what anyone thought.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up, his senses going on high alert in less than a second. Turning casually to look for any faces that didn’t belong. There, standing on the outskirts of the crowd was a man who he was certain had been watching him.

Creed let his eyes sweep over the man before focusing on the fight again, blood now flying through the air as a hard punch broke the nose of one of the combatants. Working his way through the throng of people to get to the front, before sidling along, bending his knees slightly to bring his height down. Moving slowly, making his way over the front of the people who were screaming and shouting at the men in the cage.

Finally reaching the outer edge, he used his speed to get to the outside wall. He spotted the man, or rather Vampire, looking around, standing on his tip toes, trying to locate him.
‘What the fuck is he watching me for?’
he thought as he silently made his way along the wall.

It was pitch black where he was, the lights from the center of the large area not reaching where he was. When he was level with the man he stopped, sending his senses out and concentrating on his sight, smell and hearing.

“Shit!” he heard the stranger say as he jumped in place, still trying to find him.

Creed smiled knowing his unwelcome follower would be easy meat. He watched as the man pulled out a phone, glaring at the screen as he seemed to be looking for a number. Finding what he was obviously hunting for the man pressed the screen before putting the phone to his ear. Creed focused all his attention to hear what was said.

“I’ve found him. The tip was good and he is indeed still fighting in these scummy underground clubs and he’s still got the bike we were told about. What do you want me to do?”

Creed crept forward,
“What the hell? Who’s looking for me?”
he wondered as his stomach did a little flip,
“Surely not!”
his brain froze, thinking on possibly who it could be.

With the noise all around, Creed couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, seeing only the nodding head of the stranger. The accent was familiar though and the hairs on his arms stood up to join the ones at the back of his neck.

“Yes, I asked around and he is indeed working for the S.E.B. As an ‘Elite guard’, whatever the fuck that means. Seems to be well settled in there and may even have some fucks that he gives a toss about.”

As the words left the stranger’s mouth, Creed’s mind went into overload. This was bad, real bad, if they knew where he worked. That meant everyone was in danger, not just him. Well, that’s if it was who he thought was on the other end of that call.

He continued to listen in, keeping his distance. “Sure, when will you get here? Good. I’ll stay on his tail ‘til you arrive. Who are you bringing? Shit! He’s not gonna know what hit him.”

The stranger laughed before hanging up. Looking for him again before turning and walking to the only way in or out. Creed picked up an empty can, hefting it at the man with some of his immense strength, enough so it hit hard on his back. As the man started to turn to see what had hit him Creed took off, a blur as he ran for the door, getting out before the stranger even turned back around.

The two doormen didn’t even bat an eye as he sped passed them, turning left and running to the edge of the light before stopping and waiting. In less than a minute the man appeared, looking around before going forward and standing behind a large SUV. Obviously waiting for Creed to leave.

As he waited he lit up a cigarette, puffing away and trying to look at ease. Even if Creed didn’t know what he did, he would’ve spotted him a mile away. His face hardened as he carefully made his way towards his prey. Slowly, slowly getting closer until he was almost right behind him.

Moving with even more stealth he straightened up, less than a foot behind the man. His arm snaked out, grabbing the back of his neck and slamming his head into the tail of the SUV. The noise of a breaking nose making Creed smile.

Yanking his head back he slammed it again before letting the body drop to the ground. The stranger snarling as blood gushed over his face Creed kicked him hard in the chest. “Who sent you?”

The man looked up, a smirk on his broken face. “You’ll find out soon enough...”

Creed didn’t wait on him finishing the sentence, kicking him again then pulling him up by his hair. The man was a good six inches smaller than Creed, thin and nowhere as strong. “Who the fuck sent you!”

The man growled low in his throat, “I’m not telling you. You think I’m stupid?”

The stranger spat out a mouthful of blood as Creed punched him in the stomach, ribs breaking with the force. “You better tell me or I’ll kill you, right here, right now!”

Finally, fear entered the other Vampire’s eyes as he stared at Creed. “Rather you than him.”

As Creed stared into the dark orbs in front of him, he knew he would get no further answers. The man was more scared of his own boss than he was of him...and that took some doing. He nodded at the man. “Fair enough,” he said as he punched through his chest and clasped onto the still beating heart, pulling it free before dropping it onto the ground and stamping on it.

Creed bent down, rifling through the strangers pockets and finding his phone. Pulling it free he stood up, shouting over towards the doormen. “Clean up!”

Then he turned and made his way back to his bike. Powering up the mighty engine, he kept hold of the phone as he tore away at breakneck speed. Creed rode the bike to its limit all the way home, running red lights, dodging traffic. Only staying alive and avoiding multiple accidents by the skin of his teeth; even using his Vampire abilities. As he rode into the underground garage at headquarters he pulled into his parking space, turned off the engine and sat for a moment before opening the phone.

Scrolling through to find the last number dialed. His anger took root as he saw the name assigned to the number...Mikhail Karloff...a name from his past. One he had hoped never to come across again.

*****

Starr lay cocooned in the safety of his arms, their time here bringing them even closer. They had talked, made love, walked, laughed, and cried, all in the space of a few days. He could clearly sense the healing starting to take place within her and his heart lifted with the thought of possibly getting his Starr back.

The one that had shared his bed between the assault on the cavern until now had not been
his
Starr. More like a shadow of his mate. Now she was nearly back to being his Starr. Although he knew it would take a very long time for her to fully recover from witnessing the death of her brother. It was only two weeks since then and it would take much longer for her to heal properly.

What he had noticed in the last twenty four hours was that she was very “jittery” not sitting still for more than a few moments before jumping up and doing something else. When he asked her she actually blushed and just said she had too much energy inside her.

Weird.

It was late and he was just starting to doze off when his phone rang. Frowning, he placed Starr onto the bed and grabbed it off the bedside cabinet. Frowning even more when he saw Creed’s name. So far, Sam had texted him a few times but hadn’t called, so he assumed everything was okay back in Denver but now he wondered if that were the case. Why else would his lead Elite guard call him so late apart from to tell him of a problem?

Ronan opened the phone as he rose from the bed, heading into the bathroom. “Creed? What’s wrong?”

The next words Ronan heard almost floored him. Words that he would’ve bet his last dollar he would’ve never heard as Creed answered.

“Everything. We have a problem and I’m afraid it’s my fault. It’s someone from my past that’s found me and I think he plans on taking out folks I know to get to me. I need your help, Ronan, and I need it now.”

Author’s Note

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