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Dhayn was aroused, confused, and royally pissed as he jogged down the stairs to meet Kryhm. Mel had been silent ever since Tara left, but her furrowed brow told him that she was feeling the same way. What the hell was Tara thinking? They had just started to get their friendship back, and now this? She shouldn’t have asked them to drink her blood, to open doors they had been trying so hard to keep closed. Months of suppressing his feelings for her, and now the taste of her wouldn’t leave his mouth and her scent still lingered in every breath. He couldn’t even bury his achingly hard erection in Mel’s eager pussy—late for their meeting or not—because he knew he would be thinking of another female, and so would she, and that was so fucked up. He scrubbed his face with his hands, while Mel opened the door to the vestibule.
“Get your head in the game D, there’s no time for relationship bullshit when there’s a murderous fucker to hunt down and kill,” Mel said as they waited for the outer door to unlock.
The reminder of Phyrie’s killer helped to bring his scattered thoughts into focus. A good fight could always clear his mind. He had a job to do, a psychopath to obliterate, and then he could feed on his female while he fucked every thought of Tara from both of their minds. His eyes raked over Mel’s lean body from head to toe as she passed through the door and out into the cool moonlit night. The leather jacket she wore to conceal her new spring-loaded katars hung open over a black ribbed tank, that cut low to show off her amazing breasts, and her tight black jeans hugged her perfect little ass like a second skin.
“Keep looking at me like that and my sire is going to kill you when he gets here,” Mel joked, shoving his shoulder.
Just then, a sleek chrome Audi R8 pulled up in the driveway and screeched to a stop in front of where Dhayn and Mel stood. The passenger window slid down and Kryhm leaned across to speak to them. Dhayn missed what the male said—too focused on drinking in the sight of such a sexy car. He was surprised that Mel’s sire drove such a wicked machine. It was totally something Dhayn would buy for himself. Mel jabbed him in the ribs to gain his attention, and he quickly focused on what Kryhm was saying.
“You can just follow me, that is, if you think you can keep up?” Kryhm said with a grin.
“Yes sir, I can,” Dhayn replied, swallowing the long list of smart ass comments filtering though his brain. He had to behave in front of Mel’s sire if he ever wanted to gain his approval.
“Good.” Kryhm nodded.
Seconds later, a doggen pulled Dhayn’s black Lambo to a stop behind the Audi—the matte black exterior with red LED accents looked like a menacing shadow behind the flashy chrome sportscar. Dhayn’s excitement returned as he walked around to the drivers side of his car and waited for the doggen to vacate his seat. He had owned the car for several months, but still got a little thrill each time he sat behind the wheel.
As the doors slid back into place from above him, Dhayn switched the car into manual and waited for Mel to get herself buckled in. Kryhm flashed his break lights, and waited for Dhayn to signal with his high-beams before pealing away with a squeal. Dhayn stepped on his accelerator and felt his tires struggle for purchase, before launching them forward—the momentum pressing him back into his custom leather seats.
“We’re headed north,” Mel said, pointing out the windshield, as the end of the long driveway came into view.
Dhayn appreciated the heads up, preparing for the hard left as Kryhm barely paused to turn, and launched himself up the road.
“Is he trying to lose us?” Dhayn asked, maneuvering the corner as quickly as possible, and racing to catch up with Kryhm.
“He’s been waiting just as long as I have for vengeance, and now nothing is standing in his way,” Mel said, a little forlorn.
Dhayn had to keep his eyes on the chrome bumper in front of him to maintain a safe distance as they entered into a winding stretch of road, but he could hear the frown in her voice.
“You okay?” He asked, chancing a quick glance at her between turns.
“I’m torn,” she answered, cracking her knuckles one at a time. “My sire has more of a right than I do for making Lucian bleed, but I can’t help wishing it could be my fist that breaks his jaw.”
“That’s my girl, always the proper lady,” Dhayn joked. He knew as well as she did that it was Kryhm’s call in the field, and there was no way the male was going to let his daughter do his fighting for him.
“Improper’s more like it,” Mel laughed.
Dhayn smiled as they hit a long stretch of road and he punched his accelerator to keep pace with the Audi—Kryhm sure knew how to drive. They had stuck to mainly side roads, and were passing through a forested area with driveways few and far between. The dense forest blurred to a black wall on either side of the narrow road.
“We should be getting…whoa!” Mel yelped as Dhayn drifted into a hard right, just making the turn that Kryhm had failed to signal for.
They were now on what looked like a long driveway, sinking under the canopy of tall cedars. Kryhm flashed his breaks again before turning off his lights completely. Dhayn followed suit, switching his car into stealth mode, so that the red glow of the LED lights would disappear also.
“Where are we?” Dhayn whispered, feeling the need to be quiet, even in the confines of his soundproofed car. His body hummed with anticipation of the fight he knew was coming.
“Looks like Lucinda’s personal place,” Mel whispered back, peering out the windows.
There was a warm glow ahead where the trees began to thin, outlining the tall black trunks in gold. Dhayn followed Kryhm off to the side of the paved drive and shut off the engine. As soon as Dhayn could make out Kryhm’s silhouette emerging from his car, he nodded to Mel, and they hurried to join him at the edge of the trees.
“Thrett sent me an update on the way here. We’ve got one guard at the gate, two guards at the door, and our target in one of the upstairs bedrooms with a civilian.”
“How do we know all that?” Mel asked, mirroring Dhyan’s thoughts.
“One of the doggen here is loyal to the king and has been feeding us information,” Kryhm explained. “They have called a meeting in the servants quarters to get the staff out of harms way.”
“And we know for sure that the source is good? We could be walking into a trap,” Mel said, fear brushing across her features before she hid it away. Whatever Tara had shown her must have been awful. Dhayn made a mental note to ask her about it after they’d completed their mission.
“Thrett interviewed the doggen himself,” Kryhm said in answer. No one doubted the Commander’s instincts, ever.
“Alright, what’s the game plan, sir?” Dhayn asked flexing his fingers, ready to pull one of his guns at a moments notice.
“I don’t like this part at all Mehlisha,” Kryhm said sullenly, looking over at his daughter, “but I’ve been ordered to send you in as a distraction.”
“What?” Dhayn and Mel both asked at once. Dhayn instinctively stepped closer to his female.
“You’ve been here before, for one of her parties, correct?” Kryhm asked.
“Yes, a fucking tea party. What does that have to…”
Realization dawned on Mel’s face, and she nodded. Dhayn looked between the two of them, waiting for a better explanation.
“I can pretend to be dropping by to see a friend, and neutralize the guards,” Mel offered.
“Can I go with her?” Dhayn asked Kryhm, a sick sense of panic settling in at the thought of sending Mel into enemy territory alone.
“No,” Kryhm replied with finality.
Dhayn now matched the older male in height and size, but he knew better than to question him. That didn’t mean it wasn’t hard. He had to actually bite his tongue to keep the words from coming out. The small amount of pain brought a measure of clarity, and he saw the wisdom in sending Mel in alone—even if the idea was still making his instincts scream at him to keep her close.
Kryhm took their silence for acceptance, and explained the rest of the plan for attack. Mel eased behind the wheel of the Audi and resumed slowly driving down the paved lane, with Dhayn and Kryhm tailing her from behind the cover of the dense trees.
Dhayn’s palms were sweating as he gripped his glock and weaved his way through the cedars—keeping one eye on the red glow of Mel’s taillights and the other on the Kryhm’s back. The closer they got to the gate, the brighter the lights became, and the more they had to use the trees as cover. Dhayn could hear the tv playing in the guard station as they drew near enough that they had to stop and wait for Mel to check in.
Now that they were closer to the house, Dhayn could make out the security features the forest had hidden. The fifteen foot fence that surrounded the property was black wrought-iron. It blended in with the trees, while still imposing the security that the wealthier members of the glymera had come to require. It may look simple, but Dhayn knew it was rigged up with sensors, and likely ten-thousand volts of electricity. The small gatehouse, in contrast, stuck out like a ballgown in a nudist camp—with white panelled walls, and spot lights shining out to bathe the driveway in unnatural brightness. Dhayn and Kryhm waited in the darkness on the opposite side of the driveway, with a view of the door to the gatehouse, and the spot where Mel would have to stop.
Mel parked the Audi under the gleaming lights and the chrome finish reflected the golden light onto all of the surrounding trees. The guard emerged from behind the door with a scowl on his young, scruffy face, and a hand on the firearm resting on his hip. The dark-haired male was obviously suspicious, and approached the car with caution.
Dhayn could tell the exact moment that Mel lowered her window. The guard’s posture relaxed—his hand dropped from his gun, and a devilish smile took over his face. Dhayn fought to keep in his growl of possession at the way the male was approaching his female—like a tiger on the hunt. Kryhm’s hand squeezed Dhayn’s shoulder, and he looked back to see the older male’s subtle nod of support.
They listened as she talked to the guard in light tones and Dhayn tensed at her husky laughter, but whatever she had said must have worked, because the guard passed through the door and opened the gates for her. He strolled back out and Mel resumed her flirting. Kryhm and Dhayn used her distraction to slip through the open gate and duck behind the trimmed shrubbery that framed the rest of the long drive.
Dhayn breathed a silent sigh of relief when Mel passed through the gate. As the chrome car slinked down the drive, Dhayn and Kryhm ran in a crouch, keeping themselves hidden by the four foot shrubs that led them to the front of the modest victorian-style house. The house was on the smaller scale for someone as prominent and wealthy as Lucinda, but it was pristine. It was classic white, with blue shutters, and a wrap-around porch—like something out of a storybook. When Mel pulled up in front, the sleek modern car was oddly juxtaposed with the vintage setting—as were the armed guards on either side of the front door. They were both imposing males, with large frames and cut-throat expressions. The one to the right of the door wore his long black hair in a tight ponytail, while the one on the left shaved his head, leaving only a buzzed strip down the middle. Both wore night camo and AK47s.
The two males watched the car intently, but didn’t seem to be fazed by it’s appearance. Dhayn guessed that the guard at the gate must have given them the heads-up. Neither of them took so much as a step toward Mel as she eased out of her sire’s car with sensual grace. He saw their heads angle to follow her as she approached them, and again he had to fight the urge to sidle up beside her and offer his protection.
His waiting was almost over. She just had to make it through any security features that they might have on the doors, and then they could drop the charade and take action. He watched for her signal with unwavering concentration. Without the purr of the engine and the blaring TV, Dhayn could just make out what Mel was saying as she approached the guards.
“Hey boys,” she purred. There was a little extra sway to the way she moved her hips as she climbed the final stair and stopped a few feet in front of them.
“We were not informed of any impending visitors,” the guard with the mohawk said in monotone. “State your business, or get the fuck out.”
“Now don’t you go and ruin my mood, tiger,” Mel said, slinking up to the male who had addressed her. “I’m here to get some action, and if Luc didn’t come down to tell you,” she paused to run a finger over his shoulder and down his chest, “then I guess they started without me.”
Dhayn ground his teeth and his whole body tensed—ready to spring. Again, Kryhm attempted to calm him with a hand on his back, but if this charade went much further, Dhayn was going to blow their cover—like it or not. His female touching another male that way, talking about fucking someone else…it made his blood boil.
“Lucky fucking bastard,” mohawk said, throwing the other guard a look.
Mel giggled—which she never did—and flipped her hair over her shoulder. The actions seemed so foreign to Dhayn, that they actually helped to calm him down. She’s just acting D, chill.
“I can ask if they want a forth, but you’ll have to let me in first,” Mel purred, slipping her hand lower to play with his belt.
Mohawk visibly shuddered and reached blindly behind him for the door. The other guard shook his head and chuckled.
“You see, if I had tried that, you would have cut my hand off Kye,” he said, crossing his muscular arms over his chest and shaking his head.
“Would you shut the fuck up and open the damn door?” Kye snapped back, seeming to finally realize that the handle was on the opposite side.
The other guard complied, pressing his palm to a panel recessed into the door and waiting for a green light to appear, before turning the handle below it. He pushed the door inward and stepped back to let Mel enter.
“Thanks, Kye,” Mel said, caressing his name with her voice. She stepped toward the door and peered inside, pausing at the last moment before entering. “You know, I could use a warm up round. If you’re up to it?” She nodded her head toward the inside of the house.
“J, you got this?” Kye asked, already following Mel inside.
“Go ahead. One of us might as well get something out of this lame-ass assignment,” J replied, leaning back against the wall.
Kryhm stirred beside Dhayn. “What is she doing?” he whispered, as quietly as he could.
“I have no fucking clue,” Kryhm whispered back.
This wasn’t part of the plan. What was Mel thinking? She shouldn’t take on Lucian and one of his guards alone, but they could charge the house without endangering her even more. Dhayn lined up a shot, aiming at “J’s” forehead. If he could take him out in one shot, they could approach unannounced and use his hand to unlock the door. His aim was pretty good, not as good as Tara’s, but he was pretty sure he could make the shot. He glanced at Kryhm for approval, and the older male nodded once. Focusing back on the guard, Dhayn was seconds away from pulling the trigger, when the door suddenly opened again.
“I didn’t know you were such a fast lay. I might have to withdraw my offer,” J tossed over his shoulder.
But, it wasn’t Kye coming back out, it was Mel. She slashed out with a left hook before he saw it coming. Her katar opened up a deep wound in his throat, and she followed it with a fatal punch to the heart. The shocked male sunk to the porch with a muted thud. Mel signalled them to follow her, and ran back into the house.
Dhayn was already halfway there, without even realizing he had left his cover. Thankfully Kryhm was right beside him. They ran across the drive and up the steps, keeping as quiet as possible as they entered the house. Mel waited just inside. She anchored the door open with a footstool and dropped a severed hand onto the floor. Dhayn grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug, not able to stop himself. Over her shoulder he saw Kye’s body on the floor of the sitting room. His hand was missing, and his throat and chest were soaked in blood. Mel pushed back from Dhayn and gave him a stern look. He smiled at her apologetically and they both turned to get their next orders from Kryhm.
Mel’s sire nodded at her in affirmation and then gestured toward the sounds they could hear coming from upstairs. The large house had a central staircase, and they climbed it silently, following the muted sounds of what could only be sex. At least the male would be caught off guard when they found him. Maybe they could take him alive after all, and Mel could take her time getting her revenge.
Every room upstairs had the lights on, but the sounds were coming from the hall to the right. Kryhm led them down the hall, with Mel behind him, and Dhayn bringing up the rear. The hall was elegantly styled, with oil paintings of Lucinda’s family line, and rich gold wallpaper. They passed a bedroom and a small library, before finding their target.
The double-doors to the master suit were open, and a mirror on the wall just inside reflect an unexpected scene. The sounds they had been hearing were coming from a porn being played on a large screen set into the wall across from an elegant mahogany four poster bed. Lucian was watching the couple on-screen with rapt attention, as he roughly forced his sex into Lucinda’s mouth—gripping her hair with both fists to hold her head in place. The female was making sounds of protest, but he didn’t seem to even notice.
Mel was across the room and pressing a blade to his spine within five seconds. Lucinda coughed and choked around the obstruction that was now lodged in her throat. Dhayn shook himself out of his stupor and pulled the tranq gun Ty had given him out of his belt at his back. He took aim, and shot the dart into the female’s shoulder. Within seconds Lucinda slumped forward, forcing Lucian to drop his hold.
“Who the fuck are you?” Lucian hissed through clenched teeth, his body still as a statue. His erect cock twitched and Dhayn had the sudden urge to cut the damn thing off.
“I’m your worst fucking nightmare, and I’m sure as hell not duct-taped to a mother fucking chair anymore,” Mel ground out, looping her free arm around his throat and squeezing until his face turned red.
Kryhm entered the room slowly, and Lucian struggled against Mel’s hold. The deadly calm Mel’s sire radiated was fucking erie.
“Lucian, son of Rawk, you are herby charged and convicted of treason, murder and rape,” Kryhm stated with authority, his voice as cold as ice. Dhayn’s hands began to shake with the need to strike out at the low-life male, but this was their kill—their right.
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