Immortality Stolen (The Mortal One Series Book 2) (16 page)

Nico let his towel drop and climbed up the length of me. His hardness nudged at my upper thigh, eager to get inside.

“Not yet,” I said and rolled so that he was on the bottom. I started to head lower and he caught me by the shoulders.

“Flip.”

“Excuse me?”

“Flip around.”

Oh.
I knew what that meant and my heart may have skipped a beat.

I did as told and placed my source of moisture right on his face. I then focused on the task at hand. The rather large task at hand. After spending a few minutes working his length with my tongue and squirming every which way on his face while he worked me with his, I needed penetration.

Flipping again, I decided to take advantage of the position and straddled him. He rose a brow at me. This was not a position we had done before. He was typically the one in charge, but he seemed interested in letting me take the reins for once. I slowly lowered myself on him and let out a moan in the process.

His hips bucked as his full length made it in. It took a second to accommodate all of him and I let out another soft moan once he was in. I quickly found a rhythm that worked for me and he held my breasts, allowing me to ride him in wanton fashion. It was glorious. One of his cool fingers slid down the length of my body and came to rest on that button that sent me thrashing above him. The thrashing sent him over the edge as well and I collapsed across his chest, panting.

“Fuck, Dylan,” Nico said.

“I know,” I breathed.

“Had I known you could do that, I would have set you on top a while ago.”

I smiled at him and then caught glimpse of the clock on the nightstand. I rolled over and grabbed my towel.

He looked over at the clock as well and took my cue.

“I have to give you up for him?” Nico asked, stepping into the bathroom behind me.

I towel dried my hair and grabbed my eyeliner. “Don’t start. He’s trying to be nice.”

“He is trying to find another reason to stare at your ass,” Nico said.

I rolled my eyes. “He’s offering to show you around the city. Focus on that.”

“I am sure he has ulterior motives,” Nico said. He reached for some cologne and sprayed it at the base of his throat, filling the bathroom with a musky scent.

I walked out to the main room and threw my suitcase on the bed. A pair of jeans, a burgundy sweater, and black boots with a chunky heel would work for tonight. I made short work of getting dressed. We were supposed to meet Olivier in the lobby in five minutes, but he could wait an extra minute if he had to.

“That’s a little low cut,” Nico commented, staring at my cleavage.

I stepped in front of the mirror. The mounds of my breasts were visible, but barely. “Nico, stop.”

Nico walked around the hotel room, picking things up and putting them down. “Are you ready?”

“Suddenly in a hurry to see Olivier?” I asked.

“It is time to meet him and I would rather him not come up here.”

I nodded. “Fine.” Grabbing my purse, I followed him out the door and reached for a room key to slide in my back pocket.

We got into the elevator in silence. Nico looked me up and down.

“What?” I asked, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

“I would have rather stayed in that bed with you.”

I said nothing, but felt the heat creep up to my cheeks.

The doors to the elevator opened and I saw Olivier leaning against one of the pillars across the lobby. He stood there, his arms folded across his chest without a care in the world.

My heeled boots clicked against the tile floor and Nico stayed at my side.

“Good evening,” Olivier said, standing up taller. He was about an inch taller than Nico and perhaps that’s what bothered the man at my side.

“Evening,” Nico said.

There was awkward silence between the three of us.

“Shall we?” I asked.

Both men snapped back to reality.

“Of course,” Nico said.

***

Olivier gave us a walking tour of Paris. The metro trains had stopped running, so we were limited by how far we wanted to walk. Nico was able to carry me some of the distances as we hopped from rooftop to rooftop, but we stayed within a relatively tight radius. We did cross the Seine to see the Eifel Tower up close.

Paris was the city for lovers and walking along with Olivier and Nico was unnerving. I had my present lover and the man who wanted to be my future one.

We stopped into a wine bar to enjoy some of the nightlife. It was also done to help break up some of the awkward feelings of walking around as the three of us. Nico and Olivier did not do a lot of talking, particularly to one another.

“Chianti?” Nico asked as we settled into a table that was on the opposite side of the bar. I nodded, a little surprised that he was leaving me alone with Olivier. Maybe that was his way of showing that he trusted me.

As soon as Nico was at the bar, Olivier leaned into me.

“You smell of him,” Olivier commented.

My cheeks flushed. I couldn’t say anything. What was I supposed to say?

“Did you do that to drive me mad? Have sex with him right before coming to meet me?” Olivier said.

His words made me smile on the inside. It was embarrassing, but amusing, too.

“Sorry,” I said.

“It makes me want you more,” he whispered.

I turned to look at him, unable to hide my shock.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

I swallowed, hoping for that glass of Chianti to come and rescue me quickly.

“I am with my husband,” I reminded.

“I know. It doesn’t change the fact that I wish it was my scent lingering on you like a warm jacket,” he whispered and then sat up in the booth. His demeanor changed within seconds as he sensed Nico approaching.

Nico slid in next to me, handing me the glass of wine.

I sipped and remembered that they couldn’t drink. Or chose not to. I never did get a definitive answer on that. Antonio had said that he’d seen Costin sip wine once or twice before, but neither Nico nor Olivier had since I’ve known them. It always made me feel like the wino of the group since they sat with nothing in front of them.

Conversation was lacking, once again. If this was going to work, it would be up to me to get the two of them to talk.

“Tomorrow night,” I said, taking a sip. “How will it work?”

Olivier nodded and began to explain. We would meet at the park outside of the Catacombs at midnight when that area was uninhabited by the general public. Gregorio would bring all of the supplies and get the spell working. We would need to provide virgin blood in order to help with the spell so that the zombies would fall under Gregorio’s control.

“How do you know so much about necromancing?” Nico asked. It wasn’t accusatory, but curiosity.

Olivier looked at me. He had assumed I told Nico everything. I hadn’t and now it might come to bite me in the ass. My eyes widened as I looked at Olivier, pleading for him to tread lightly.

“Prior to me becoming a vampire, I was a necromancer,” Olivier said.

“No shit?” Nico said. “That is not what I expected you to say.”

“How is that?” Olivier asked.

Nico made a motion with his hands. “It’s not every day that you meet a necromancer is all.”

“I wanted to be a vampire more than I wanted to be a necromancer. What I did not know at the time was that I could not be both,” Olivier said.

“Oh, I see,” Nico said. “Your maker did not tell you that the gift would be lost?”

Olivier shook his head. I could tell the decision to tell Nico the truth played across his face. He looked at me and I gave a slow nod. If Olivier was to be accepted and not seen as a threat, he needed to come clean with how it was that he became a vampire.

“I was not made into a vampire in the most traditional way,” Olivier said.

Nico’s curiosity was piqued. “How do you mean? To my knowledge, there is only one way for vampires to be made.”

Olivier sighed and shifted in the booth. I bet he would have liked a sip of my wine right about now. Perhaps the whole bottle.

“I told you already that I was a necromancer. That gave me the power to control the dead. Zombies are not the only things that can be controlled. I was able to raise a vampire where I could get the blood I needed for the ritual,” Olivier said. He kept a close eye on Nico’s reaction to this, as did I.

Nico let the words sink in for a moment before speaking. “You stole the blood of a vampire to become one?”

Olivier nodded.

“Did you raise zombies to assist you?” Nico asked.

Olivier nodded again.

“So these zombies that we have to put down tomorrow night are because you stole your immortality.”

Olivier shook his head. “No. The zombies I raised for my immortality were put back down prior to me performing the ritual. This second time, the zombies were raised by another necromancer at my request.”

“Why?” Nico asked. “Why would you need zombies up again?”

“I wanted another strain of vampire blood,” Olivier said.

Nico looked confused. “Another strain? You were already a vampire, why have another strain?”

“The Imperial Five are comprised of vampires from around the world. Each have their own powers and are capable of doing different things. Think about being able to pick and choose from all the powers you could want,” Olivier said.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Nico said. “All of this going on in Paris is so you could be a greedy bastard?”

Olivier put his hands up in his defense. “You would not want two different types of vampire blood in you if it was possible?”

“No,” Nico said.

“Nico,” I interjected. “Really?” I would want the extra power. It would be hard not to. Once you’re immortal, it would be hard not to want more power, especially if it was available.

“Did you know about all of this?” Nico turned on me.

Shit. This is what I didn’t want to deal with. I nodded.

“And you didn’t tell me?” Nico said. He looked pissed instead of hurt.

“It wasn’t my story to tell,” I said.

“Let me tell you a little about how this mark works. How being a pet works. You tell me shit like this,” Nico spat.

I swallowed hard and avoided eye contact with Nico and Olivier. I didn’t like Nico talking to me like this, yelling at me like this, especially in front of Olivier.

“Go easy on her. This is new territory for her,” Olivier said.

Nico glared at him. “Do not tell me how to speak to Dylan.”

“I am not, all I am saying is that it cannot be easy for her to figure out how to deal with all of this information,” Olivier said again.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to say anything.

Nico seemed to calm a little. “Did it work?”

“What?” I asked.

He made a nod towards Olivier. The question had been directed at Olivier.

“The second blood strain?” Olivier asked.

Nico nodded again.

“Yes.”

“What strains do you have?”

Olivier smiled. “Western European and Asian.”

“Interesting,” Nico said. I could tell Nico had more questions, but he was supposed to be the sovereign. I think Nico thought it would show weakness if he kept asking questions.

“Which one do you have?” I asked Nico.

“Western European,” he said.

“So what does the Asian blood line add?” I asked Olivier. If Nico wouldn’t ask, I would.

Nico nodded. “Yes, I am curious.”

“I can fly longer distances. Not hopping or jumping, but flying. And my hair has started growing again,” Olivier said.

“And the sparks?” Nico asked.

“Sparks?” Olivier asked.

“A few months ago, when you tried to kidnap Dylan, you were able to throw sparks at us, which is the only reason you were able to get away,” Nico said.

Olivier looked down. “About that. I have apologized. I went about all of that the wrong way and I know that now.”

Nico nodded. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“I didn’t have the Asian blood line then.”

“That is not a power I have known Western European vampires to have,” Nico said.

“I believe it has to do with being a necromancer in my human life,” Olivier said. “But I am not sure. I have not met another vampire that was a necromancer first to be able to ask.”

“Neither have I. My guess is you are unique in that regard,” Nico said.

I finished the wine in my glass and let out a yawn.

“Another glass?” Nico turned to me.

“No, another glass and I’ll be on my ass,” I said.

“The bar is likely closing soon anyways,” Nico said.

“There is still much to see,” Olivier said.