Vampires, Magic, and Monsters - Page 14

“As long as you’ve warmed up to me, that is all that I ask.”

“I’m very warm, sweetheart, very warm,” Neal responded.

“Sweetheart, is it.” Alistar teased and pulled Neal back into his arms.

“Lover?” Neal tried with a half grin.

“Lover is good, too.” Alistar trailed kisses down his neck and along his shoulder. Neal’s hands smoothed down Alistar’s chest and settled on the growing hardness that was becoming so prominent between them.

“Is this for me?” He whispered and took him in hand.

“Always.” Alistar answered breathlessly. All talk ended and Neal slid down Alistar’s body to kneel before him. He looked up at him with that need and desire clear in his eyes and Alistar felt it right to his bones.

Neal knew he was being forward and demanding, but it felt right. He wanted to touch and taste his lover, and he wanted it now. Alistar remained still and watched while Neal opened his pants and pulled them partially down, exposing the thick hardness within. Alistar was built like no one Neal had ever seen. He was magnificent, but thankfully, he managed to keep that observation to himself.

Lately, everything he thought seemed to pour out of his mouth, not that he was ashamed or embarrassed by any of it. His thoughts and feelings were valid, and right now, all he could think about was getting that hot, pulsing cock between his lips.

He let out a salacious moan before grabbing the base and slipping the girth into his mouth, taking it as deep as possible. The flavor was sharp and tangy and set his heart on fire. The need to devour was fierce, and he experienced a wildness that pushed him to take what he wanted.

Alistar threaded his fingers through Neal’s hair, cupping the back of his head and taking some control. He thrust gently, finding his own satisfaction within the moist heat of Neal’s mouth. Neal glanced up at him and again saw the raw desire and the urgent need in his stance and expression. It pushed Neal to go harder and deeper, taking all he could, stroking and building the sexual momentum to an unbearable height.

Neal took him down his throat as Alistar thrust forward and came in a heated rush, filling Neal’s throat and mouth with his warm essence. The taste was glorious, and the sensations that raced through him were intense, sending a shiver down his spine and forcing a desperate moan from his lips.

Alistar grabbed him under the arms and lifted him to his feet and planted a kiss of similar desperation to Neal’s lips as he held onto Alistar’s upper arms. The kiss went on and on until there came a knock at the door. Neal jerked back in surprise and Alistar laughed softly.

“It’s just the food deliver my love.” He assured and quickly tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. Neal headed to the bathroom and washed up before meeting Alistar back in the living room. Alistar took their glasses and walked over to the kitchen. “I’ll get us more to drink I’m sure you’re thirsty.” He teased.

“I’ll answer the door.” Neal offered, and Alistar nodded.

Elan received the report on the drycleaner and Franchesca Ball two entities he believed were behind the recent rash of disappearances of both human and paranormal staff. The thought of what was taking place made his blood boil with rage at the fact they operated in the open and no one including him had a clue what was happening.

The only reason the situation came to light was because someone spotted a suspected rogue at the drycleaner. It was believed isolated and a single issue but as it turned out there was something much more widespread and insidious going on. The rogues were working for someone.

“Does the practice extend to anyone else in the Eastover area?” Elan asked Rian who had conducted the investigation and provided the report.

“Not that I have found it, but it is very unlikely that the closest neighbors didn’t have some clue what was happening and chose to ignore it. It’s been going on for nearly five years, so someone knew something.” Rian’s anger was barely in check.

“Find out if they knew and deal with them accordingly. I leave that in your hands, but Franchesca is mine.” Elan would make an example of her and her minions. There is no room in this world, Elan’s world, for monsters like her, and he would weed them out wherever they dare to take root.

“Her husband Reginald is not involved and seemingly unaware of the activities.”

“Inform him after we complete the purge, not before. Check him out thoroughly and his associations.”

“Yes, sir.” Rian was about to leave Elan’s office when he received an alert from the underground garage. “I distributed pictures of the vampire guards and staff working for Franchesca to make sure none would show up here on Coven grounds, and I just got a hit from Dax in the garage. He recognized one of the guards and said he arrived here an hour ago.”

“Find him do whatever necessary but find him.” Elan exploded. He then put in a call to Alistar to warn him to keep his adored close but there was no answer. “Check on Alistar first, he brought his adored back to his quarters last night and he’s not answering his phone.”

“Yes, sir.” Rian rushed from the office, and Elan arranged to visit Eastover.

Alistar was refilling their glasses when he heard what sounded like a scuffle at the door. He raced from the kitchen in time to see some asshole vampire holding Neal by the neck with a knife positioned under his chin. “Stay still, baby.” He told Neal.

“What’s your plans?” He spoke to the vampire, who looked out of his depth and on the edge of panic. He had to keep him calm until he could get Neal out of his clutches. A nervous vampire with a knife was not a good combination.

“I’m taking him with me. Back up, or I’ll kill him right here in front of you.” He threatened.

“And then I would rip your head off and feed it to the dogs,” Alistar stated cold and final.

“I’m leaving, and he’s coming with me.” He stuck the tip of the knife into Neal’s flesh, drawing blood.