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Chapter 14
The villain isn't always a creepy monster lurking in the shadows, or even a baby powder smelling fuck hunting you outright - sometimes the villain isn't really a villain at all. He's just the good guy waiting for the tables to turn. The hero of the story is only the good guy while everyone agrees with him, but what if the villain was only trying to save his people from a tyrant - one that they blindly followed and submitted to, without even realizing that he was the villain, that he needed to be stopped. If only they could see things from the right perspective - and that is just what Bharron was aiming to achieve. He was going to open the glymera's eyes, show them how foolish they were to follow their King and his elitist Brothers.
He read over the report from his partner once more before throwing it in the low burning fire. The burst of flames lit up his office with warm golden light. There could be no evidence of their plans, not while their people still saw what they were doing as treason - instead of liberation. Anything sent electronically could be tracked, could be found. Bharron and his men communicated only face to face, or through the old fashion way of actual paper. An expensive method with the rarity of the substance, but a necessary precaution. He slumped back into his wingback chair, facing the fireplace. The house had climate control like every other building in Caldwell, but Bharron had insisted on installing a classic fireplace in his office - a throwback to his years as a youngling, but a handy one as it turned out.
The report hadn't told him anything he didn't already know. Three weeks, and the Brothers still had no idea who was behind the attacks, but had somehow managed to keep the losses quiet, even with Bharron's men feeding details to members of the glymera to stir up dissension. He had thought that killing Klash would be the push to finally knock down the first domino, sending a ripple of panic through their people, but somehow the bastards had managed to work their damage control magic yet again.
Not entirely unexpected, but disappointing nonetheless. Which is why the next phase of their mission was already underway. It would take months of planning, but he could wait, enjoyed the tension that built like an orgasm as his enemies dreaded his next move. There was something exhilarating about the wait, of knowing that while the other males squirmed and panicked, he knew exactly what was going to happen next and when. A smug grin took over his face as he pictured the look on Wrath's face as his kingdom collapsed around him. His next target was going to hit them where it hurts, and then there would be no stopping the train of self-destruction.
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Dhaynger looked at himself in the mirror hanging from his closet door and had to admit that he made that suit look good. He was wearing a traditional three piece dark grey suit with a royal blue shirt and matching tie. It was the first glymera event he was attending post-trans, and he was feeling pretty good about himself. His shiny black shoes barely made a sound as he marched with his head held high down the central staircase.
When he reached the front lobby most of the household was gathered to leave for the Christmas celebration. The doggen had decorated the walls of the entire main level with holly and bows - as if the party were going to be hosted a the mansion. They even set up a large fully-decorated Christmas tree in the dining hall. Dhayn always found it strange how certain human traditions found their way into the vampire society, but he didn't see the harm in this particular one. The joy surrounding the household this time of year was almost visible in the air. The remnants of sadness over losing Klash was being smothering with lights, ribbons and nutmeg - and denial. They all grasped at the distraction the holidays provided.
He shook nodded in greeting to the five males, and gave a polite bow to Cynthia. All heads turned toward the garland-wrapped stairs as the two most stunning females he had ever seen descended the steps. Tara was a vision in ruby red, her hair worn loose in chestnut brown waves falling to her shoulders. The mermaid style silk dress hugged every curve of her body and her ample chest was barely contained by the strapless corseted top. Mel was hooked arm in arm with her, wearing a modern looking emerald green glittering dress with a halter neckline that plunged almost to her naval, and a slit up the front that stopped well above her knees. Her golden brown hair was pulled back into an elegant twist. When she turned at the bottom of the stairs to speak to her mahmen, Dhayn saw that it was backless too, but for some glittering chains of emeralds swooping in layers down her exposed flesh.
His fists balled and his jaw clenched. It was taking everything in him to keep his bonding instincts in check. He could feel the heavy stare of Thrett boring into him and it was a warning he knew he had to heed. The males bowed to the two beauties and the party made their way out to the waiting cars. Dhayn rode with Huhnter and Tyrahnt in a chromed-out Hummer, while the others filed into a sleek black limo.
"Are you going to be of any use at all tonight?" Ty threw over his shoulder as he sped down the winding snow-dusted roads leading away from the mansion and farther out into the country.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Dhayn quipped. "Recon is all you guys let me do, I've gotten pretty good at it." Truthfully Dhayn may have forgotten momentarily about the reason they were all attending tonight's festivities - to try and fish out any information about the suspected rebels - but who could blame him? Mel and Tara looked like sex in stilettos.
"We're not blind Dhayn, we saw how good she looked. You might just want to pull her into a dark corner right away and get it over with - clear your head so you can focus on our objective." Ty smirked at Dhayn in the rearview mirror.
"What are you talking about?" Dhayn frowned back at the male.
"Your Mel dumbass, although Tehriffy did look damn hot in that red dress. Sweet Virgin in the fade what I wouldn't do to that female." Ty said, his green eyes alight with mischief. Dhayn couldn't stop the growl that rumbled low in his chest. "Ah, still protecting the Commander's daughter I see. Don't worry about it, she's one sexy female, but not worth the hassle of dealing with Thrett. I pity the male that tries to mate her."
"She is worth the hassle asshole," Dhayn gritted through his teeth.
"Calm down Dhayn, he's just messing with you," Huhnter said to break the tension. "And he's still your superior, so watch your mouth." Dhayn glared out the window in silence until the car slowed. He could almost feel the mhis as they drove through it, a barely there vibration in the back of his mind. Or maybe he was just getting a headache from clenching his jaw.
The Hummer pulled to a stop at the end of a long winding driveway, in front of a beautifully decorated estate. The twinkling white lights bordering every window and door gave the sprawling white building an ethereal glow. Dhayn climbed out onto the frozen ground and looked up at the clear star speckled sky. The sereneness of the night calmed his mind. The sound of the limo pulling up behind him drew his gaze away, and as his females stepped out into the cool night air he realized he had never seen anything so beautiful.
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Tara pulled her cashmere shawl tighter around her bare arms as she followed Cynthia and Mel up the marble steps to the black double-doors, festooned with large holly wreaths. A dogged swept the doors aside and ushered them in with a slight bow.
The sparkling white lights that illuminated the outside of the estate were mimicked on the inside with beautiful globes of white light suspended from the ceiling like a room full of fireflies. The lights hung at various heights from the thirty-foot ceiling, and were wrapped around the large marble pillars that towered over the ballroom. This place had to have been built for royalty, in a century long passed. The holiday balls had been held here for as long as Tara could remember, but the beauty of the elegant ballroom never ceased to enthrall her. She often wondered at what the male and female who owned the estate did with the excessively large room during the rest of the year. They were just normal citizens of the glymera, excessively wealthy to be sure, but what use would they have for a ballroom on a daily basis. A smile formed on her lips as she pictured the old couple bowling in the big empty space.
The glymera was out tonight in all their glitz and glory. The females in beautiful gowns of silk, satin, and lace in every color imaginable, and males dressed to the nines in classic and modern tuxedos and suits, though most were in shades of black. There were already over two hundred vampires in the room, with at least a third of them dancing to the classical music that seemed to emanate from every direction.
"I trust you will remember why we are here Tehriffy?" Thrett spoke quietly in her ear from behind her, resting a hand on the small of her back. Tara nodded mutely and stepped into the mass of moving bodies.
She felt the weight of responsibility settle in on her shoulders. She bowed her head and smiled in greeting to the sea of faces as she weaved her way through the crowd. Sure, the others were here to try to fish out one of the rebels too, but no one else could do what she could. Tara's abilities were far from tamed, but they were a secret to most of the glymera, and thus a weapon against them. She had to find something out tonight, to prove herself to Thrett. Maybe once she proved her worth to him he would finally see her as the grown female - the Warrior - that she was, and let her choose her mates.
Not wanting to cause any suspicion, Thrett had ordered them all to blend into the party, to join in on the festivities and keep their ears - and in Tara's case minds - open for any hint of the rebellion. She didn't really think that the rebels would be naive enough to let something slip in such a public setting - they had been incredibly careful so far - but she was banking on their ignorance of her gifts to be their downfall. Where most would shy away from Thrett with his ability to pick up errant thoughts, none would suspect her for what she was.
Tara wasn't deluding herself into thinking that she would be able to expose the rebels in one night - probably wouldn't find anyone of consequence - but even a solid lead would be worth it.
"There you are," a familiar husky voice sounded over her shoulder. Tara glanced back without turning to smile politely at Tru. "What no sass tonight? I should take you to balls more often." Tru caught her elbow and gently turned her to face him.
He was wearing a sleek gunmetal grey suit with a black dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck. His blond hair was tamed and brushed back, and his face was clean-shaven. The gold flecks danced in his brown eyes as he raked them over her fitted scarlet dress. The hunger clearly written on his face was being kept in check or Tara would have felt it like a branding iron.
"You're going to have to keep that in check to have any hope of success tonight," Tara admonished.
"So if I don't undress you in my mind, I might get to undress you in the flesh? Now that's a bargain I am more than willing to take." Tru slid his hand from her arm to the small of her back and pulled her flush with his body. She stiffened, the silk of her gown suddenly too thin a barrier. She could feel every inch of his hard body pressed up against her from her thighs to her increasingly sensitive nipples.
"Hmm, very funny. How about I make you a deal - if we expose the leader of the rebels tonight I'll show you exactly what's underneath all these layers of silk." Tara raised an eyebrow in challenge, pushing his shoulders to gain some much needed space. It wasn't like they were actually going to find them anyway. Tru grabbed one of her hands and gave her a wicked smile as he pulled her onto the dance floor.
"And now this mission just got a whole lot more interesting," Tru said with heat in his eyes. He rested his other hand on her waist as they moved together to the waltz playing softly all around them.
"I thought you hated this?" Tara asked, gesturing with her head to their surroundings. Growing up Tara had loved attending all the balls and parties, Tru had hated it, but regardless they both knew how to dance and melded into the crowd easily.
"I do - well, not nearly as much with you in my arms," he squeezed her hip and dipped her in time with the music, "but, it seemed like the best place to start listening." He gave her a meaningful glance. Tara fought a blush - why hadn't she thought of that? She relaxed into the practiced steps and focused instead on the dancers surrounding them. As she lifted her shields completely, a tidal wave of thoughts and emotions washed over her, faltering her step. Tru held her in place and continued to lead her through the crowd.
"It's too much," she sighed, focusing in her mind to block out the room once again. "I can't focus on anyone, it's just a jumbled mess." Tara kept her voice down and tried to dampen her frustration. What good was she if she couldn't control her own abilities?
"Try pushing some of them out," Tru suggested, his words barely a whisper.
"I can't, it's not that easy to just..." Tara broke off as a burning wave of lust lambasted her senses. Her knees went weak and she bit back a gasp as her body reacted to the current of need pulsing over her like her finger was stuck in a light socket.
"Stop. It. Now." Tara bit out, glaring at Tru. He only stared at her with glittering brown eyes and pulled her closer, taking her weight easily in his muscular arms. Tara could feel her control wavering as images started slipping into her minds-eye. Tru was picturing her lips wrapped around his shaft, her scarlet dress pooled on the ground below her. Tara grunted in frustration shoving mentally at the image, until it faded along with the pulsing heat of lust. Tru was holding her close in a mockery of a slow dance. She shoved hard against him and made to swing at his face before he pinned her arms to her sides.
"Training Tara, I didn't reel it in, you pushed it away." Tru watched her face for understanding.
"You could have warned me," she growled.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Tru stepped back and offered her his hand. "Now try it again."
...
Dhayn watched Tara and Tru dance from amongst the mingling crowd surrounding the dance floor. He had to use most of his energy and willpower to keep himself from launching himself at the male and ripping his arms off for touching his female. Mel canvassing the female's washroom, and until she came back he wouldn't be able to meld into the dancers and find out what the hell they were up to.
He had been watching Tara's face, gauging her reactions to the other male. The anger and challenge he could handle, she could take care of herself, but the glimpses of lust and longing had him seething on the edge of an outbreak.
"Who are you trying to kill with your eyes?" Mel said from beside him. He jolted out of his aggressive posture and turned toward her. His thoughts were momentarily lost at the sight of her. He knew she was only trying to piss off her mahmen by wearing the revealing emerald green dress, but he could barely tear his eyes off of all that exposed skin. Neither could quite a few other males in the room, which had his bonding instincts screaming at him to claim her.
"That dress is evil," he expressed aloud.
"You've seen me in a lot less," she offered with a slight lift to her cherry red lips.
"I take it back, you're evil," Dhayn whispered in her ear, pulling one of her emerald earrings into his mouth. A soft hiss came from her lips as he traced the sensitive shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue.
"Not now D." Mel pushed him back. "We have a job to do remember? Now what did I miss? What were you glaring at? A suspect?" She surveyed the crowd of dancers with pursed lips and narrowed eyes.
"It was nothing," Dhayn waved it off, " just didn't like how close Intrudehr was to Tara."
Emotions flashed over Mel's face too quickly for Dhayn to read, until she composed herself and stiffened her back. She had spotted them and watched with Dhayn as Tara leaned into the male's chest with her eyes closed. Dhayn saw Mel's posture shift at the same time as his and it brought him up short.
"Come on Mel, we'll be no good out here. Let's wander around, see if we can't fish out some bad guys."
Mel relaxed slightly as he wove his fingers through hers. They moved away from the chaotic center of the ballroom and paced the outside, pausing just within earshot of private conversations. They listened in on countless dreary conversations on the whether and the state of the economy, before they decided to branch out into the adjoining rooms.
It was improper etiquette to roam the halls of the host's estate, but at least they weren't alone. Couples found dark corners, and business men found quiet rooms. The estate was vast, bigger than the mansion Dhayn grew up in, and seemed to have endless hallways filled with shut doors.
While the outside of the building and the grand ballroom were washed with shades of white, the rest of the house was done in rich jewel tones and dark woods. Dhayn didn't even want to guess at how many trees had to die to decorate the library Mel and he stumbled into. It was a scene out of Beauty and the Beast. The walls were covered with wooden bookshelves, filled with books - real paper books - all the way to the thirty foot ceilings. Ladders on wheels rested against each of the four walls. In the center of the room there were several seating areas with all different types of chairs and couches illuminated by individual reading lamps. The only light in the room came from those lamps Their colored glass shades threw multihued shadows against the walls.
"Tara would love this," Mel whispered into the empty space.
"Yeah, she would," Dhayn agreed, already backing out of the room. Mel hadn't budged. "What's wrong?"
"She likes him," Mel answered, staring at the glowing lights. Dhayn didn't know what to say to that. He stepped back into the room and shut the door behind him.
"No." He didn't know what he was denying, Tara's feelings for Tru, or what he feared Mel was going to say next.
"Yes, she does. I can see it when she talks about him. I know her."
"So do I," he interrupted defensively.
"I can't stand the sadness in her eyes any longer D, it's killing me, and we're doing it to her." Mel's voice quivered and Dhayn reached out to pull her into his arms. "We're being stupid. Thrett wants to kill you, my sire refuses to get involved, and my mahmen has decided that Tara is trying to steal my mate. None of us wanted to face the reality, to choose, but if she has another option..."
"No! How could you even suggest that?" Dhayn stepped back to see Mel's face - the torment there nearly undid him.
"It feels like ripping myself in half to lose her, but what if it would make her happy?" A single tear rippled down her cheek and Dhayn reached out to catch it with his thumb, caressing her face gently.
"I won't take that choice away from her, but I'm not giving up Mel, I can't. As long as she wants me to wait for her I will." He searched her sad bronze eyes for understanding.
"I miss her. I miss us." Mel pressed her lips into Dhayn's palm. A jolt of heat shimmered up his arm. He drew in a slow breath, trying to ignore the way her skin felt under his palm. His eyes dropped from hers and caught on her plunging neckline. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat and shifted to adjust his growing erection.
"I need..." Mel drifted off, her face pained.
Dhayn pulled her back into his arms and ran a soothing hand up her spine. The ropes of jewels hanging from her shoulders made soft clinking noises as he rubbed her back. He kissed her neck when he heard her muted sob, realizing too late that his carefully maintained distance had evaporated. The soft skin of her throat called to him like a sirens song, her scent releasing to wrap around him in a cloud of honey and apples. She pushed up into him as his fangs unsheathed. The warm flow of her blood cascaded over his tongue in a heady rush of sensation and flavor. He drank deep and pulled her closer as she sighed in ecstasy beneath his lips.
His mind pulled out of the fog slowly, and he released her, licking the punctures on her neck with slow languid strokes. Mel purred and grasped at the front of his shirt. He offered her his vein and she didn't hesitate. Dhayn could hardly hold himself upright as she rocked against him, bringing him to the edge of orgasm. Cumming in his five hundred dollar suit wasn't exactly on his to-do list, so he gripped onto the edge of ecstasy until his female released his vein. Dhayn could tell that Mel had done the same, she was seconds away from orgasm, but she held herself on the brink - her bronze eyes aflame with passion. His bonding scent lingered in the air around them.
The door to the library opened and both of them jumped at the sound. Huhnter poked his head into the room and smiled knowingly when he spotted them. "Time to go lovebirds, the boss has called it a bust."
...
Mel slipped out of her slinky green dress and hung it back on its hanger on the back of her closet door. Her emotions were still all over the place and her body was tight as a bowstring with need. All she wanted was to sink into her big soft bed. She turned to face her down-covered haven, but something red caught her eye from across the room. She walked over to her nightstand and found a shiny gold box with a big red bow. A little early for Christmas gifts, but she wasn't one to kick the horse. She plucked the white folded card stock from the top of the gift and read it with a curios smile.
M,
I am taking your silence to mean that you haven't chosen between curvy & beautiful, and dark & hansom. Unless you really have forgotten about me.
I thought you might be needing this.
Call me, stranger,
Cyn
Mel laughed and placed the card next to the box on the table. She was never one for patience in unwrapping so she ripped the gold paper to shreds and stared quizzically at the shiny black cylinder resting in a bed of red tissue paper. She lifted it out to examine it. A bit bigger than a tall beer can, it had subtle creases and gaps, and one square of silver. Mel picked up a second note that lay in the red paper folds, hoping for some sort of explanation.
Here is where you have to trust me.
Lay down, put the cylinder between your legs and press the silver button.
You will thank me.
Cyn
Mel hesitated, dropping the note back into the box and inspecting the black object again. Her body was strung so tight from her time with Dhayn that even the suggestion of something sexual had her clenching in anticipation. She shrugged and lowered herself onto her bed, positioning the cylinder between her upper thighs. She felt a little thrill of fear as she hovered her finger over the silver square. She pressed it and heard a soft click and a subtle humming, but nothing happened. She dropped her head back and laughed, Cyn and his practical...
"Oh!" Something pressed onto the insides of her thighs as a warm liquid sprayed her opening, and suddenly something was pushing into Mel's sheath. She gasped and pushed herself up to look down at what had once been an innocent looking cylinder. It had separated along its seams, revealing a rather sizable dildo with arms that suctioned onto her thighs so that it could thrust itself slowly into her. Mel quivered at the intrusion, and wondered fleetingly what all the other...
"Oh Virgin help me," Mel gasped and threw her head back against her pillow. She was being right and truly fucked by an electric penis of the gods. She bucked and screamed and rode out four orgasms before she gathered her wits enough to find the little silver button and stop the erotic torture. When she sat up, panting for breath, she found the shiny black object back to its innocent-looking self. Stunned, and lethargic from her pent-up release, she grabbed her phone off of the table and messaged Cyn.
HOLY FUCK!
The next evening when she woke up, still naked on top of her bed, she read his reply.
UR WELCOME
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