Fox, Morgan - Ravished by the Moon [Moonlight Shifters 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

“You mean to tell me that our boy Mason here was fucking a vampire?” Dominic said, a hint of surprise lingering in his words.

Turning to face him, she glared up at him, his close proximity alarming to her senses. “You have the most unprofessional way of saying things, you know that?”

He arched a dark, curious, but wicked brow.

Zane answered, “Yes, that’s exactly what we’re saying. Mason and our mystery vampire had had sex.” He paused, shifting to face his audience. “It would appear that it was not just a one-night stand.”

Now, she hadn’t considered that. Mason and the vampire had been in a relationship.

Meeting her gaze, Zane continued sharing his thoughts with her. “The bite marks on his body are at different points of healing, evidence that he’s been with the vampire more than once.”

“Who says it’s a woman, or the same woman, for that matter?” Reyes pointed out.

Dominic’s face distorted as if he were about to be sick. “Dude, please don’t turn into Ryken. I don’t think I can handle it. Especially since we both just had se—” Megan kicked his shin. The heat of embarrassment flooded her cheeks once again as she glared at him. The intensity of her gaze could have melted his face clean off. He coughed, understanding her irritated stare and said, “Never mind.”

That was a first. Dominic wasn’t the sort of man to back down from her. He hadn’t cared what she did or how he hurt her in the past. Had sex with her changed him that much or was it the mating connection they now shared? Regardless, she liked that he didn’t want to insult her or treat her like he hated her.

Damn it, she inwardly groaned. She didn’t want the mating shit to be a good thing. She wanted to despise everything about it, but she had to admit the sex was amazing, and the way both Dominic and Reyes looked at her as if she hung the moon left her feeling breathless and a little dizzy. Maybe she needed to rethink her approach with these men and the bonding. Maybe she needed to accept that she enjoyed sex with them. However, they had to know that expecting anything else from her went far beyond what she could offer them. The sooner she explained what she was willing to accept from them the better.

“I’ve measured the bite radius, and the three marks are from the same vampire,” Zane said in response to Reyes.

“So it does look as though we are looking for a vampire,” Megan said, returning her thoughts back to the dead body lying in front of her on a cold metal slab.

“Do you think the vampire knows Mason’s dead?” Reyes asked. His voice filled her with dread and more questions than answers.

The room fell silent for a moment before Zane said, “I’m pretty sure it does. I’ve heard…and read about a link between a vampire and the person the vampire shares blood with. If this vampire cared anything for Mason, the link could’ve been very strong. I’d also bet anything that the vampire is going to be very pissed at us for killing him.”

Megan swallowed hard, suddenly very glad that she had Dominic and Reyes protecting her. As if sensing her need, both men were at her sides in seconds, touching her for comfort, and strangely, it soothed her, but not enough for her to ignore the fact that things had just gotten a little more fucked up for them.

* * * *

Dominic went down to the lounge to grab a cup of coffee for him and Megan. Reyes could get his own damn cup of coffee for all he cared. He flexed the muscles in his hands as the image of Megan’s body writhing on her desk flashed in his mind. The memory of her pussy gripping his cock had him growing harder and painfully aroused. As an alpha-primed lycan, he had a ferocious sexual thirst, but it was never this aggressive and demanding. His body’s cravings were uncontrollable and no other woman but Megan could satisfy his appetite. When he closed his eyes, it was her face that filled his visions. It was the same glowing smile he’d seen light up her face from time to time.

Megan was contaminating his mind. All he thought he wanted from her was sex, but strange things were happening to him now that he’d been with her, sampled her as he’d always desired doing. The passions burning in his body confused and frustrated him. She had a way of driving him beyond reason, but more so, she had a way of making him need her.

He growled low in his throat as his cock pressed firmly against his jeans. He’d spent himself just over an hour ago, and his cock responded as if it had never done so, ready to lay claim to his mate yet again. Taking her had been the best affair he’d ever had. Being inside her tight pussy, pressed against her body, was like finally coming home. In a strange way, Megan completed him, made him feel whole like a man, not just a lycan.

As he’d watched her suck Reyes into her mouth, he couldn’t help but feel a tremendous amount of jealousy that she pleasured another with that sumptuous mouth of hers. The only thing that kept him from coming completely undone and knocking the ever-living hell out of his friend was the knowledge that she had chosen to fuck him with her mouth first, that he was the one she chose initially to be with and she had given herself wholly to him. The memory of waking up next to her made his chest ache. His stomach rolled with emotions he couldn’t identify, but he knew he would no longer be able to stay away from the woman that had nearly destroyed him.

Sure, he realized now that the trouble in paradise was his fault, but she had a choice and she could’ve chosen him. She hadn’t. She’d picked the easy way. She picked Jonah. Maybe what he had done was a dirty trick, but what did he know at the time. He was just a horny guy with strange urges and he didn’t know what the fuck to do with all the emotions and sensations rampaging through his body.

Perhaps they were all piss-poor excuses, but it was the truth. He only wished he had been smart enough then to understand what it all meant. He hoped he wasn’t too late to make things right with Megan, even if it meant they just enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh together. He’d gladly accept that as long as she didn’t walk away from him again.

Standing in front of the coffee machine, he pressed the button for a black coffee and waited for the machine to do its thing. A strange pull had him wanting to make the coffee brewing contraption go faster so he could return to Megan. The bonding pull was so fierce he didn’t think he could breathe without seeing her. How he had fought the connection for as long as he had was beyond him.

“You getting one of those coffees for me?” Reyes asked from behind him.

He chuckled. “Now why in hell would I do that?”

“Oh, right. I forgot you’re still an asshole.”

Dominic laughed harder, a deep, throaty sound that had Reyes chuckling right along with him. He disliked fighting with his friend and was glad they could share a stress-free moment together.

“I’ll get you a coffee, but you have to carry it. I’m not your bitch.”

“Fair enough,” Reyes said, grinning.

The smile on Dominic’s face was wiped clean as his knees almost buckled out from under him. A blunt force of panic and fear slammed into his skull. The blinding tension of emotions sent him grabbing hold of the machine in front of him for balance. Strangely, Reyes was right alongside him, leaning against the wall, grabbing hold of his head as if experiencing an onslaught of stabbing pain. Brain-blistering vibrations rocked him as frightened screams pummeled his head and pierced his eardrums. Unable to prevent the madness from debilitating him, he was practically rendered paralyzed.

Then he saw the parking garage and shadowy figure bearing down on him. He heard the scream again and knew it wasn’t actually him the image was hovering over. It was Megan. She was the one screaming, the one in so much pain.

What was happening? Who was the person bearing down on her? At present, he didn’t have time to make heads or tails or it. All he knew was he needed to find Megan and fast.

Steading his body, Dominic grabbed Reyes’s arm, and shouted, “Megan’s in trouble.”

He yanked Reyes behind him as he tried to force their way down the long corridor toward the parking garage. Both men stumbled for a moment, using the wall as a brace to keep them upright. Their bodies didn’t respond to the demands of their brains. Something was off. His body didn’t feel like it belonged to him, and after the strange vision that plagued his mind, he’d say the connection growing between him, Megan and Reyes was the reason. Somehow, he was linked with Megan on a clairvoyant level. How that was possible, he had no idea.

“Can you walk?” Dominic asked, the words leaving his mouth in large, pain-filled gasps.

“Yes, but I don’t feel right,” Reyes said as he grabbed hold of Dominic’s arm more firmly. “Something’s wrong.”

“I know. I think it’s Megan. She’s in danger. We’ve got to get to her. Use the wolf. It might be our only way.”

Filling his lungs to capacity, Dominic called to his wolf, commanding him to surface. Instantly, wild and untamed blood pumped fiercely through his veins, pushing past the telepathic dictator forcing him to hear and feel Megan’s agonizing screams and pain. Clearing his mind and body of everything, Dominic embraced the power of the wolf. His body enlarged, claws and canines sharp and ready for attack. Still in human form, he used the benefits of the wolf to charge forward, shoving to his full height. Dominic fought for control and by the grace of God succeeded.

“Come on, old man,” Dominic said with a snarl. “Fight past the mental link, and help me save our mate.”

Reyes roared as his wolf emerged, dangerous and formidable. He quickly followed after Dominic. Dominic dug deep, using the power of the beast inside himself for added strength. It seemed the supernatural link that rendered him and Reyes vulnerable as men was unable to break through the walls erected by the wolf. This proved to Dominic that the telepathic connection he’d felt splintering his brain with images of Megan had come from another source, a powerful being that somehow joined them together.

Dominic and Reyes raced down three flights of stairs, darting down the last hallway into the garage. Both froze as they listened for Megan. Dominic surveyed the scene, documenting everything to memory.

A breath later, he felt the bonding pull and knew exactly where his mate was being kept. “This way,” Dominic whispered to Reyes, his voice a deep, commanding growl.

Crawling on the ground, masking their massive bodies in the shadows of the poorly lit garage, he used his sense of smell to home in on Megan and her unseen attacker.

“I see her,” Reyes said, his voice calm, his silver eyes strangely focused and unblinking. “She’s huddled on the ground near the service elevator.”

Dominic inhaled deeply again and instantly picked up on Megan’s terrified scent. He identified the direction they needed to move to retrieve her. His claws lengthened farther and ripped into the ground beneath his palms, shredding through the concrete flooring as if it were thin paper. Reyes grabbed hold of his hand, his calming ability unnatural, but appreciated.

Dominic closed his eyes, sucking in a composing breath. Heart pounding against his ribs, he hissed at the sharp nip of his canines as they sank into his lower lip, allowing him to keep his mind focused. Opening his eyes once more, he was ready to save his mate.

Dominic meet Reyes’s focalized stare as his tactical brain kicked into high gear. “Let’s separate. I’ll go up and around the last row of cars. You move up the middle. Avoid any areas of draft. We need the element of surprise. I don’t know what we’re up against, but I have a pretty good guess we’re not going to like it.”

Reyes nodded, and a second later he was moving into position. Dominic seized the moment to do the same, creeping along the wall as low to the ground as he could and focusing his hearing on the erratic breaths of his mate. He possessed the urge to kill and maim like nothing he’d ever felt before.

* * * *

Megan’s body bounced off the car like a rubber ball, slamming down onto the cold, hard ground. The air from her lungs whooshed out, unfurling her lungs in a panicked search for more. Rolling to the side, Megan gazed up at the petite Asian devil hovering over her. Her long, silky, midnight-black hair shimmered with the glow of a halo created by the lighting above them. Flaming, blood--red demonic eyes stared down at her, stealing her will to move. Sheer terror robbed her of the ability.

Never had she been so close to dying. Never had she hated so much that she truly hadn’t lived for anything other than her medical career. Regret was a significant emotion tickling the back of her brain, past the nerves of fear and death.