Worthless: New adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 2) (9 page)

They came on plain boring missionary, the first time. Then, when he’d released and legs and bound her hands, instead, her orgasm hit when he pounded her ass from behind and rubbed her clit. He followed shortly and next, she was on top. When they were both about to come, he lifted her from his dick and pulled her right to him.

“Sometimes, you gotta put a woman in her place,” he said, sitting her on his face.

His mouth got busy, then.

After she shattered over his mouth, one glance at the window revealed the sun was high in the sky, so bright it made his eyes hurt. It was probably twelve, or some other indecent time.

“We’re probably keeping everyone up.”

She didn’t even sound a little bit guilty about it.

“Oh, they are definitely up,” he smirked.

He put his finger on her lip in a
shush
motion, and got her to listen.

She smiled back when she heard the noises around them. Sounded like they weren’t the only ones thus occupied in the suite.

“Now we’ve established that we aren’t guilty of depriving our relatives of their well-deserved sleep,” she said quite formally, “if you’d be so kind as to let me suck you off, I’d be delighted.”

God, she was perfect.

Eleven

God, he was perfect. She hadn’t believed it possible for any male, immortal or otherwise, to come more than three, perhaps four times in a row, but at round sixteen, Michael had proven otherwise. 

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted and maybe a little bit sore, but the next day, reality was knocking at the door.

They’d hoped that ignoring the noise long enough would have made it quite clear that they had no intention of emerging for another hour or two.

By the time Michael had made her fly to Neverland twice, it hadn’t stopped yet, so quite reluctantly, they got dressed and headed out. Both of them were positively disgusting, but their intruder deserved that shit for interrupting their marathon.

“What?” Michael growled, snapping the door open in front of Adrian Klein.

“Good, you’re done fucking. Come in the lounge, everyone’s here.”

Everyone apparently meant Jessica, William, Fay, Mark, Knox and others Cece didn’t recognize.

Her eyes went to two women with some surprise because they were both human. The first was in her late thirties, and held herself like someone of importance; the other, quite clearly related, was her age, or maybe Fay’s. Strangely, although she stood in a roomful of vampires, she seemed rather relaxed and quite confident, too, rolling a tiny little dagger that kinda looked like a letter opener around her fingers in a way that was admittedly quite impressive.

Damn, she wanted to know how to do that trick.

“Ok, there’s loads to do so let’s skip the bullshit. I’ve traced the murder on the Gardiner boy to a group of magic users who refused to identify themselves as witches – they call themselves the Sorcerers.”

The unknown girl snorted.

“Lame.”

“Quite. Be that as it may, they are responsible for the incident yesterday. The power of witches comes from nature – most get it out of plants, or even animals. The Sorcerers get a kick out of draining humans of their vital force.”

“But dark magic is forbidden,” Fay interjected. As everyone turned to her, she blushed and added shyly, “I don’t know much, but I’ve looked at it since Xoe White turned up with her bombshell.”

Her bombshell being, “I’m alive and I’ve abandoned you,” as much as, “you’re a witch.”

“I bet the witches want to get rid of them as much as we do.”

“Certainly, however there’s a good chance that they
can’t.
Dark magic is pretty powerful, unfortunately. We might have to resort to good old decapitating and throwing them in a pyre.”

“I can get behind that idea,” the human grinned, as though someone had brought her a Christmas present.

“What do you need?” Michael asked.

“I have a foot in,” Adrian replied. “I’ve killed enough people to possess some of their magic, and they bought the whole evil persona.”

“Wonder why,” Fay chanted, without looking away from her nails.

He rolled his eyes, before carrying on.

“What I need is for them to trust me. They have an upcoming ceremony and the whole clan will be attending. I want to strike then – but they’ll only invite me if I bring an offering.”

“You mean, someone you can
kill
?” Fay asked, outraged.

“The idea is to stop them before it gets that far. I’d go for a seventh son, but none of those I know are trained for combat. In case things go south, the bait needs to be able to take care of it. That leaves a woman.”

“I’ll go,” Jessica offered.

Adrian grimaced in response.

“That’s my issue. I wouldn’t be here if I could just pick anyone. It has to be someone valuable to the clan.”

It was obvious that Adrian really, really didn’t want to spell it out; his eyes all but begged someone – anyone – to say it for him, but the thing was, no one had a clue. They were all frowning in a blatant display of cluelessness, save for Michael, who seemed too amused to let Adrian off the hook.

“I need a virgin. The problem is that I don’t know one single adult virgin who can fight. I asked anyone I knew. It’s like chasing a freaking unicorn. Most virgins over twenty one have their head in the clouds, waiting for prince charming. That means they can sew, draw table settings and decorate nurseries.”

Cece saw the woman she didn’t know raise her hand, but no one else seemed to pay attention.

“Sexist much?”

He just shrugged.

“I know my fair share of very competent women; they’re just smart enough to know that their pussies deserve attention.”

The woman, hand still held up above her head, cleared her throat, and the rest of the group finally turned to her.

The older human stared at her, dumbstruck.

“You haven’t… But what about that cute kid you take to your room to do your homework?”

“Mhh… we do our homework?” she hazarded. 

Adrian was already shaking his head.

“No. I’m sorry, I can’t take an inexperienced kid.”

“I thought you needed someone inexperienced?”

“In the bedroom. I need someone with field experience, someone older and…”

It all happened pretty quickly. One moment Adrian was blah blahing about the required attribute of his idea of the perfect bait, the next, the girl was up, kicking him right in the face – he managed to block that one, but she also threw her flimsy knife at an angle that caught the fabric of his trousers, planting him firmly where he was.  She jumped up, knee first, colliding with his face and wrapped it around his head before using the momentum to flip him.

Result? Adrian Klein, admittedly the most powerful vampire in the world – according to Michael, in any case – was on his ass and the girl sat casually on top of him.

She wanted to be her when she grew up.

The other human smiled proudly.

“Sorry, you didn’t give us much time for introductions. Meet Trisha Hunter, the youngest trainee made huntsman in our history. She’s been through our trials, which do include plenty of
field experience
. She’s perfectly competent.” 

“Oh mom, that was so sweet. Can I have that in writing?”

Things went back to a version of normal rather quickly; by the end of the day, William had rented a home and they were left alone in their suite. There was plenty to do, but his mind was focused on one thing.

The world as they knew it was collapsing around them; William had expected it, and he’d warned him. He’d said the others wouldn’t let vampires rule in peace. It was different when the world had been in the hands of humans – they left them alone, because they had no idea they existed.

His brother had been right all along, there was a fight brewing under the surface.

It meant he’d need to extend his alliances; not only with the witches – shifters were as powerful in their ways. The days when they’d kept to themselves were over.

They’d call their era the Age of Blood – quite fitting. Enough of it would be spilt soon.

First things first, though.

If he was going to open up to this new dawn, he had no intention of doing it alone.

“Hey, you’re back! I’ve ordered Chinese, by the way, is that okay?”

He opened his mind and searched hers quite intrusively, searching for any signs that he might be about to make the wrong decision.

There were none. She loved him, she loved his brother, her cousin, and there was no one else he wanted to do this with.

“Yes.”

“Perfect. Chopsticks or fork?”

He smirked, grabbing the chopsticks she was handing them and throwing them on the table.

“What’s that?” she asked, gesturing to the express delivery he’d gone down to collect. 

The box was a medium size square, ridiculously plain considering what it contained.

“Yes, you can have a tiara,” he said, opening the lid.

Michael knew he would eventually thank his tendency to hoard everything he thought worth keeping. His mother’s crown was perfect for Cecilia; the exact opposite of Daniela’s ridiculous hairpiece. It was a simple band pointing down toward her face, with one single ruby embodied in the middle.

“Losing my sister yesterday has shown me one thing. There is no such thing as forever and every single moment of our life is precious, Cecilia Turner. So marry me.”

Her mouth opened and closed. Four times. At the fifth, she managed to actually speak.

“I’m daydreaming.”

“Nope.”

“You’ve been captured and replaced by a shape shifting alien.”

“Because that’s more believable than me wanting to marry you?” he clarified.

“Yes. Yes, it is. We’ve known each other
three weeks,
Michael.”

Good point, as usual.

“You do know that the whole Romeo and Juliet drama does happen in three days, right?”

“She was a thirteen year old child and him, an old pervert; besides, look how well that ended for them.”

He had to concede that, too.

“So, that’s a no.”

“Of course not!” Cece sounded quite appalled of the very idea of her rejecting his proposal. “That’s a hell yes. You can report to the mother ship: mission accomplished.”

The end.

Well, that was fun!

Next, we have Priceless, Trisha and Adrian’s story, on pre order now.

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Blanche Wood’s life has always been crazy – voices in your head kinda crazy – but before him, she could deal with it.

Her step-mother would have loved to carve her heart out and eat it the day her father died, but as Blanche is the last of the Woods living in the Woodlands, she had to put up with her.

Alessandro Primerius, Prince of Alenia, the fay decent who could rule the entire world if he so wished, was everything the Queen’s ever desired... and he wants Blanche. 

That should not possible.

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