Duncan (30 page)

Realizing what she was doing, her eyes flashed open in guilt and she looked up to see Duncan watching her hungrily. “Do it,” he demanded. “Come for me, Emma.”

Embarrassment heated her already flushed face, but she began to fondle herself, feeling the weight of his stare with every stroke of her fingers. The lips of her sex were swollen and puffy as she rode the tight nub between them, her vagina stretched tight around the thickness of Duncan’s cock.

“Look at me, Emma.”

She looked up at him, and he began to pump even faster, his powerful arms holding her in place as he fucked her, as she began to rub her clit harder, desperate now for release. It hit without warning, going from a thrilling ripple to a full blown tidal wave of incredible sensation that roared through her, jumbling her senses until she could only scream and hope she wouldn’t explode from the raw power of it. Some part of her registered Duncan’s triumphant shout as his release flooded inside her, filling her with heat before he collapsed on top of her and scooped her into his arms.

* * * *

Duncan tightened his hold on Emma and smiled against her warm, silky hair. She was curled up against him, her lips nuzzling his neck, one arm draped tightly over his chest. She was still trembling from the force of her climax, and he reached down, tugging the coverlet over her body so she didn’t cool down too quickly. Not that he worried for her health, not with all the biting she was doing. He grinned, thinking of the blood she’d taken from him. He could already sense it inside her and knew it would serve as a beacon between them. No matter where she was he would find her. It was a connection which would only get stronger the longer they were together, the more blood she took from him, and he from her.

The thought of her blood made his cock twitch, despite the fact that he’d barely recovered his breath. He hadn’t bitten her this time, though he’d wanted to. It had been an effort, but he’d already taken quite a bit from her vein earlier and he didn’t want to weaken her. Not when things were so uncertain, when their enemies could be waiting at every turn to take them down. He made a mental note to be sure there was sufficient regular food in the kitchen for her. Eventually, things would normalize, but for now, it was only him and his vampire staff, and they’d barely begun to stock the kitchen with enough blood for all of them.

Emma stirred and yawned delicately.

“You should sleep,” he murmured.

“I can still work—”

“There’s no point until after we speak with Slayton tomorrow. And you need to sleep. I’ve exhausted you.” He heard the smug flavor of his own words and wasn’t surprised when she slapped his chest lightly.

“Braggart.”

“It’s not bragging if it’s true, darlin’.”

“Oh my God,” she said in disbelief. She laughed in a way that sounded suspiciously like a giggle before she clapped a hand over her mouth to cover it.

He grinned. “Well?”

“Oh, fine,” she agreed, as if doing him a favor. “You were magnificent.”

He slapped her ass playfully. “Remember that the next time you think about flirting with Baldwin.”

“Flirting?” she sputtered. “I was not— Is
that
why you went all caveman on me? Because of Baldwin?”

“I did
not
go
cave
man.”

“You certainly did. I expected you to start peeing on me or something, marking me with your scent.”

“I can still do that, if you’d like,” he growled.

“Not if you value your dick,” she said dryly. “Remember who sleeps all day and who doesn’t.”

“You wouldn’t do anything to my dick. You like it too much.”

She was quiet for a thoughtful moment. “Well, that’s true. But you’re totally off-base about Baldwin. I wanted to drive the SUV the other night and he wouldn’t let me. He said you’d kill him if anything happened to me and his reflexes were faster.”

“Why’d you want to drive?”

“I like driving fast, and I especially like driving fast in big trucks with muscle engines. So when you said I’d be driving one of the SUVs tomorrow night, Baldwin thought it was funny. So did I.”

“Well,” Duncan said, realizing he may have overreacted just a tad, not that he was going to tell Emma that. “You need to realize that vampires are extremely territorial, and none more than a vampire lord, which is what I am. It’s why I rule this residence and this territory. And you belong to me, Emma.”

Emma pulled back and gave him an appraising look, her violet eyes like gleaming amethysts in the dim light. “If I belong to you,” she said, watching him closely. “Does that mean you belong to me, too?”

Duncan didn’t even blink. “Body and soul,” he said, almost daring her to accept it.

Emma smiled slowly, beginning with a curve of her lips, then lighting up her entire face. “Then I’m yours, my lord.”

* * * *

Duncan pulled the covers over Emma, then leaned down to leave a gentle kiss on her cheek. She was deeply asleep, as he’d known she would be. Earlier he’d seen the circles under her eyes, the lines of weariness in her face. And it really wasn’t necessary for her to remain awake tonight. Louis and his team would continue digging through Victor’s files, but the truth was they weren’t even looking for data on the illicit parties anymore, or the men who’d killed Lacey. Everything there was had already been found. As he’d told Emma, if they were going to make any immediate progress on that front, it would have to come from Violet Slayton.

Duncan was confident of his skill when it came to manipulating a human mind. He’d learned from Raphael and there was no one alive who was better. But he couldn’t know until he met Slayton how much damage Victor had done. He knew he could at least give the young woman some peace and relieve her of the nightmares and flashes of unknown memories. But whether he could do more than that remained to be seen.

He closed the bedroom door and let himself out of the second floor office, heading downstairs to the east wing. Alaric was there, and so was Miguel. At Duncan’s request, Alaric had pulled everyone off the other projects to focus on this one. More than anything, Duncan wanted his people safe, and they wouldn’t be until the new vault was completed.

He strode down the back hallway, following the sound of construction and male laughter. Their enemies were closing in. He could feel it. It wasn’t specific. Not like a scout warning, “They’re coming over the hill at dawn.” It was more of an amorphous and vague sense of danger that filled his lungs with the first breath he drew every sunset and didn’t stop until it was choking him with its urgency.

He only hoped he would be ready when it finally broke over them all.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Whose house is this again?”

Emma swallowed her instinctive burst of irritation at Violet’s question, which she’d already asked at least three times since they’d arrived.

“A friend’s,” she said evenly. “Husband and wife, actually. They’re both FBI, so you know it’s a safe place.” It was pretty much the same answer she’d given every time, too. Fortunately, Phoebe and her husband had enough pictures and memorabilia of his days in the FBI—hanging on the walls and sitting on virtually every flat surface—that it was completely believable. Of course, it was also true that the pictures featured much younger versions of well-known FBI directors and various politicians, including one former president. But that worked for them in this case, because it had led Violet to assume they were a comfortably retired couple instead of an eternally young vampire and her mate.

“Nice house,” Violet commented. “Two government pensions,” she added, as if that explained the nice house.

Emma nodded. It
was
a nice house. Violet was right about that much. Emma had followed the instructions from the pleasant lady on the GPS, and pretended she didn’t see the vampires following to make sure she and Violet got here safely. Phoebe and Ted Micheletti’s place was actually an old Virginia farm, with a broken-down barn still standing in postcard perfect disrepair about a hundred yards from the house. Unfortunately, the only thing Emma could think of when she looked at that rickety old barn was rats. The thing had to be crawling with them. She only hoped it was far enough away that they didn’t travel between there and the house. She hated rats.

“They don’t mind you using their house?” Violet asked.

“They travel a lot, and they’re gone for a few days. I figured it would be better for you if we met outside the city, and this isn’t that far from your parents’ place.”

 Emma had rationalized the nighttime meeting to Violet by pleading her work schedule. With the funeral and everything, she’d told her, she couldn’t take off any more time from work. And it wasn’t far from the truth, either. Sharon had been downright nasty when Emma showed up at the office this morning. Fortunately, Congressman Coffer had been in committee meetings all day, and of course Sharon, as his Chief of Staff, had been with him. That had pretty much prevented Emma from crossing paths with either one of them for the rest of the day. The explanation had touched the right note for Violet, too. She came from a decidedly working class family and understood the importance of a paycheck.

“Would you like a cup of something hot?” Emma asked Violet. “Or maybe a soft drink?”

“A diet Coke would be good, or—” Violet stiffened as the sound of an engine announced someone’s arrival out front. She raised wide eyes to Emma and looked as if she were trying to decide whether or not to bolt. A single car door opened and then closed after a brief delay.

“That will be Duncan,” Emma said reassuringly. Emma and the others, including Duncan, had agreed it would be best to use his real name. It was unlikely, but if Violet ever happened on his picture somewhere and remembered him, she’d know they’d been honest with her. The most probable outcome of today, however, was that Violet wouldn’t remember ever having met Duncan or any other vampire. Ten days or ten years from now, she could bump into him on the street, and he’d be a complete stranger to her. But just in case something went wrong, they were giving her his real name as a sign of faith.

Duncan knocked on the screen door instead of using the doorbell. Emma figured it was intentional, more like a neighbor come calling than a stranger. She strolled over to greet him, moving slowly and casually, trying not to let Violet see any of the stress she was feeling about tonight’s encounter.

 Duncan smiled at her through the screen’s mesh, and Emma nearly staggered as a punch of sheer lust hit her. She’d left the residence only a few hours ago, but it was as if she hadn’t seen him, hadn’t touched him, in ages. He winked at her and she blushed, feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

“Good evening, Emma,” he said, his gaze never leaving hers, his voice stroking her nerves with velvet sheathed fangs. He was looking very handsome this evening, but then when didn’t he? Tonight, however, he’d dressed very intentionally, balancing trusted professional with sympathetic listener. He was wearing dark tan khakis that fit far better than those she’d seen on other men, and hugged his tight rear end wonderfully. A black turtleneck and wool blazer topped off the look, with his neatly tied back hair adding a touch of Bohemian free thinker. No stuffy, unimaginative drone here. You want to talk about vampires? This is a man who will not only listen, he’ll believe you.

“Duncan,” she said, feeling wicked and wanting to be sure he was experiencing the same tug of desire she did. “Good of you to . . . come.” His eyes filled with heat and Emma’s body responded instantly, making her wish they had ten minutes to themselves. That’s all it would take. Up against the wall, just a taste to slake her thirst. But, no. She banked her lust, storing it for later, when they’d be alone again in that big bed.

In the room behind her, Violet coughed softly, and Emma nearly jumped at the timely reminder of why they were all here. She opened the screen door and said, “Come in,” not knowing whether the invitation was necessary or not. Phoebe was a vampire, after all, so maybe the restriction didn’t apply. But she’d forgotten to ask earlier if a vampire’s residence was sacrosanct like a human’s. Darn. If she was going to hang around with vampires, she’d have to start making a list of things she needed to know.

* * * *

Duncan stared at Emma through the open door. The scent of her arousal filled his senses and he was instantly hard. He forced his body to relax, using every bit of control learned in over a century and a half of living. Still, to make things interesting, he let his arm brush against Emma’s breasts as he went by her. He heard her sharp intake of breath and smiled to himself. She wasn’t the only one who could tease.

“Duncan,” Emma said, somewhat breathlessly, he was pleased to note. “This is my friend Violet.” She walked over to stand next to the other woman who was seated. “I told you about her.”

“Yes, of course,” Duncan said. He didn’t offer to shake hands immediately, but slipped off his blazer and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He took the chair closest to where Violet sat on the sofa, near enough that he could reach out and touch her, but not so near that she would feel overwhelmed by him.

“A pleasure to meet you, Violet,” he said, finally offering his hand. “I hope I can help.”

Violet didn’t move at first. She was a pale little thing. Pretty underneath all that stress, and a complete submissive. He knew what Victor had seen in her, knew why she’d been chosen. He didn’t like it, but he understood. She sat there, frozen, like a soft, gray mouse beneath the eye of a predator, although she couldn’t possibly know how apt that description was. Duncan remained still, not wanting to spook her, letting her do this her way and take her time. She studied him for a few minutes, her gaze going from his offered hand to his face, where it lingered to search his eyes, and then back to his hand. She reached out slowly and let him wrap his much bigger fingers around hers. He didn’t shake her hand, but held it loosely, radiating safety and warmth through that connection, gently persuading her that he meant her no harm.

Silent tears filled Violet’s eyes as she relaxed for what was probably the first time since Victor had messed with her mind. Even a cursory probe told Duncan that the dead vampire lord had been crude in his effort to wipe the young woman’s thoughts. Maybe he’d been in a hurry. Maybe he’d intended to come back and do a more thorough job of it. Or, more likely, he’d simply been a butcher who hadn’t cared what damage he did to the humans he toyed with.