“shakhta.”

Bain:

“You know who I am?” Asking out of curiosity she already knew me, slipping my shirt from my flexing muscles, setting my Glock down on-top as she pulled away from their steaming kiss, nodding “yes”.

“I’m Daniella, or Dani for short. Your father and uncle work for my employer.” Rolling my eyes in agitation that I was known for my father and his twin brother, instead of my own reputation.

“You just fucked everything and cleaned up messes. Nothing important.” Rason chuckled from the shadows, adding to my growing agitation as she motioned with her hand to join her as Patrick added fresh water and bath bombs to the steaming liquid.

“Speaking of your uncle, how is he doing? I heard one of his fighters turned on him.” Her hand was silky and warm as my lips pressed to her knuckles, gazing at the prick leaning back with his arms draped along the tub edge. Fighting the urge to rip out his throat or to fuck him into next year.

“Why not BOTH!” Rason snarled darkly as her hands rubbed up my thighs, cupping my twitching cock as her warmth seeped through the denim material that rubbed and scorched my flesh, yearning for her touch as her fingers unclipped and slowly clicked my zipper open.

“Why are you following the Nightshade brothers?” Asking out in a groan as my head pitched back, melting into her silky warmth as her smooth fingers wrapped around my pulsing shaft, gasping darkly against her flicking tongue teasing the engorged tip.

“Why are you following that girl?” Her words pierced through my thumping veil of euphoria, dropping my head to her gaze as her tongue speared and flicked my darkened head with a growl.

“So many questions?” Patrick laughed darkly, receiving a warning growl from Dani as he just watched with a bright flickering in those deep blues.

“What do you really know about them?” Patrick asked smugly, sipping his champagne as Dani continued her teasing, fogging my thoughts but one was very clear.

“They’re known as the “Watchmen”, former trainers from the Mediterranean Estate and now adoptive sons of the Nightshade Vampire Royals.” Moaning out as her hands cupped my balls with a tantalizing kiss to each heavy globe. Sliding my pants free from my legs, embracing the warm air swirling with peach cobbler and rum as they both drank in my Texas scorched tan, rippling with glistening muscles from working on the ranch all these years.

“Yes, and our employer sent us here to keep an eye on them, but we had other arrangements until a year ago. The brothers were raised from the start to be trainers, but a certain “Black Bear” trained them to fight and imprinted on them.” Her words shocked me from foggy haze.

“Max Moonstone.” His name still freaked me out, only meeting him a couple times at events with the Lycan Royals, his other mate being Queen Mei Rockwell.

“Now, who is the girl?” Patrick leaned forward, rubbing his hands along her silky skin as her hot mouth sank slowly down to my pelvic muscle, massaging my throbbing shaft with her slick tongue.

“E-Elicia DeWalt. An orphan that I toyed with starting our freshman year, dating our senior year but she wouldn’t crack. No matter how much I enticed her, she refused to let me pluck her flower. Then she fucked-off to London, after she caught me fucking one of my toys in her apartment.” Hissing lowly as her teeth scraped along the twitching vein, pulling back with a malice smirk.

“You want to Fuck her, don’t you?” Patrick looked up from kissing her collarbone, strangely Rason and I were not aggravated or temperamental as her soft lips worked the thumping vein into a growling moan. Thinking about his question as Dani’s gun metal painted fingers, rolled and stroked my shaft into a mind-numbing explosion, trembling darkly against her throat as she drank me in with a smooth lick of her lips.

“More like teach her a lesson. Something about this girl confuses me. Seriously, how can a human live among the supernatural her whole life and have no fucking clue. That fucking Miss Clay always had a chip on her shoulder, giving me her “warnings” about messing around with Elicia. No one tells me what to do.” Cupping her soft cheek in my warm palm as she reached out for me to help her, drinking in her mocha skin as the water shimmered seductively over her voluptuous curves.

“She’s perfect.” Rason snarled playfully as her wet footfalls thudded gently into the bedroom, while Patrick followed closely behind with his manhood swinging like a vine. The dirty blonde was a prime example of “Built Russian Tough” with his stacked muscles and angry demonic tattoos along his abdomen. Stopping mid-step as Dani stood poised loading a full-clip into the AK-47 perched on her naked hip, taking a smooth drag from her lit cigarette as Patrick flopped down on the bed with his arm draped behind his head.

“Scratch perfect, She’s fucking spectacular!” Rason roared in laughter, grabbing her by the waist as she slid smoothly across my thighs, brushing her smooth pelvic muscle along my rock-hard dick, sitting down on the bed edge. Tingling snaps of static heat rolled dangerously along our exposed flesh, slipping my fingers through her velvety auburn locks as her soft lips plunged us deeply into the sea of desire.

Slamming violently into her slick walls as the fiery gates of Hell broke loose, releasing every ounce of pent-up frustration that has blessed me all my life, plowing harder, deeper, until her walls violently quaked, plunging us both into the erotic throws of dirty, passionate desire as we tumbled back in a panting heap of sweaty flesh.

“shakhta.” (mate) She whispered along my chest in Russian, looking up with those gorgeous topaz blues as her damp locks stuck gently to her exposed shoulders.

“Well, now that you two love birds have consummated. Let’s have some fun.” Patrick laughed haughtily, reaching for the phone receiver calling room service as Dani slid from my chest, disappearing into the bathroom.

“So, what do you know so far?” Grabbing the discarded towel on the floor, cleaning myself up quickly while Patrick retrieved a folder from the nightstand, handing it over with a dark smirk lighting a cigarette passing it over to me.

“Randi Amans, flight attendant, player among the men but secretive over his private life. We know he is of vampire lineage but nothing more than that.” Studying the photo of the asshole that has been protecting Elicia since her arrival, smirking at the burnt remains of the house I set ablaze a week ago. Flipping to the next photo of a middle-eastern man with piercing gray eyes, walking casually alongside Randi in the airport terminal.

“Ah, yes. Randi’s little secret lover. Aasim “Rex” Kashif estranged son of the Kashif family. Daddy dearest, one of our highest rollers in the Underground, likes it bloody and raw with the fights.” Dani chuckled softly along my ear as she leaned forward, plucking the cigarette from my lips with a quick kiss.

“The slivka urozhaya.” Laughing darkly at her comment of “cream of the crop” as she tossed out the photo of the four brothers, dressed in slacks and button-up shirts at their club, feeling my blood boiling looking at those hazel orbs and bright smiles as the King and Queen of the Vampire Realm posed for a group photo.

“Fucking Happy Family, right?” Patrick smirked darkly from his lazy pose, jumping up quickly at the knocking, halting our conversation while he carted in our late dinner, not caring if the server saw his full-Monty.

Purring at the smell of a bacon cheeseburger and salty fries as we casually grabbed our food, resuming our intelligence briefing.

“Back to our brothers, Patrick and I were able to convince them to take us in as “trainees” in their underground playroom, which is… drum roll please.” Dani laughed brightly, flopping into bed with a fry in her mouth as she curled that curvy body along my thigh.

“Under the club.” Patrick pointed to the hidden door behind the stage with his finger, sliding the photo out from the rest. The door was painted black and textured to match the rest of the brick wall at the back left access of the stage area.

“How long did you train?” Looking down into those beautiful blues, washing away any hostility that lingered in my depths as Rason snored gently from the shadows.

“About four months. We played the innocent “friend card”, acting dumb in the area of sexual torture to really gauge what our employer had created and to have a little fun. Don’t let the smiles fool you, they are a twisted bunch but fun to play with. But then I lost my temper, and they cut all ties to us.” Dani rolled her eyes mockingly like that was nothing normal for her, but it was to the brothers.

They’re scared of her or worried their little secret will get out.

“We managed to keep eyes on them at the club and outside of the villa, but that place is a little harder to access with our faces, but you…you managed to slip in.” Patrick snickered like a gargling gargoyle, stuffing a fry in his mouth as Dani snuggled into the bedding with a soft purr.

“Basic alarm panel at the front entrance, but along the eastern pasture is an access road that drops into the property behind it, leading out to a country road with heavy tree foliage. I would have already made my move, but my brother got caught at her school and they flew back to the States the same day I set fire to that wankers house.” Pointing to the photo of the burnt remnants smoldering smoothly, frozen in time.

“What are you planning then?” Dani asked in a sleepy voice, slipping the sheet over her relaxed body as she peeked a lazy eye at me.

“Right now, sleep. I’ll roll with the punches as they come.” Slipping behind her as Patrick switched the lights out, leaving the small lamp on the desk as we called it a night.

Slipping into a strange slumber as “Clair De Lune” played softly from the darkness.