Part 16 (1/2)
Trixie kissed Vincent before leaving the office. She bought herself a few new outfits and a pair of thigh-high red leather boots she intended to wear with nothing else, just for Vincent some day soon.
By the time she returned to the office, Jules had a report for them about Seraphim.
”He has extensive internal injuries,” the slender hybrid said. ”I repaired as much as I could, but I'll need a.s.sistance for the rest. Matthew Winter is flying in from Boston tomorrow. He'll a.s.sist me as soon as Seraphim is strong enough to continue the surgery.”
”s.h.i.+t, he was fighting and everything with the bullet in him,” Vincent said.
”I'm still amazed he was able to function with that type of injury. The projectile exploded into pieces on impact. The delay between when the injury was sustained and when treatment was provided has proved detrimental to his recovery.”
”f.u.c.k. You mean he could still croak?” Vincent snarled, shaking his head.
”I doubt that,” Jules a.s.sured him. ”It just means he'll need more time to recuperate. He was very lucky your field dressing was adequate.”
”Cool.” Vincent folded his arms across his chest. ”He awake?”
”Yes, but I wouldn't recommend upsetting him as you did when we were removing him from the truck.”
”I'll go talk to him,” Trixie said.
”Why you?”
”Because just seeing your face will upset him, Dilorenzo.”
”Hey, you aren't starting to get hot for this guy, are you? Every woman who looks at him falls dead.”
”That's not true. How could I fall dead for any guy when I've got you?” Trixie stood close to Vincent and kissed him while tucking a discreet hand between them and grasping his crotch.
Vincent growled, his eyes burning her back as she followed Jules to Seraphim's room.
Strange that when vampires were ill they appeared almost mortal. Wired and pale, Seraphim seemed to be asleep, but when she sat beside him and touched his shoulder, he murmured, ”Hannah?”
”Trixie,” she said.
He opened his eyes and glanced at her. The vampiric glow was gone, and she wondered if that was a good sign or a bad one.
”I'm going back to the mansion. I'll keep an eye on Hannah. You want me to tell her anything?”
He shook his head. ”The less she knows the better.” ”I'm using the cover that Vincent and I had a fight...” ”Good cover. Anyone would believe it.”
Trixie grinned. ”And that he took off and you went with him as a friend. Want me to give her any message? How about a nice ”roses or red” poem or something? We women love that s.h.i.+t.”
”Tell her I miss her and can't wait to see her again.”
Trixie felt herself melting towards this guy in spite of how much he irritated her for hating Vincent. ”I think she'll like that better than a stupid poem. Rest up and good luck with the Network. Try leveling with Vincent and Lindsay. They will help you. Trust me.”
Trixie left Seraphim and met Vincent in the waiting room.
”How's he doing?”
”Okay. He's got it bad for Hannah, I'll tell you that.”
”Yeah, well I got it bad for you.” Vincent tugged her into his arms. ”Come with me.”
”Where are we going?”
They walked down the hall to the bathroom. Vincent dragged her inside and locked the door.
”What the h.e.l.l are you doing, Dilorenzo?”
”Giving you something to remember me by.” He unzipped his pants and jerked down hers. His hands slipped beneath her s.h.i.+rt and caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, rolling her nipples with his thumbs as he sucked on her tongue. He lifted off her s.h.i.+rt while she unb.u.t.toned his.
”d.a.m.n it, Dilorenzo, we're in the can!”
”Who cares.” His breath was harsh in her ear. He bent his knees and slid upward, filling her with his warm, hard c.o.c.k. He licked her ear, then tilted her head to the side and sank his fangs into her neck.
Trixie gasped and clung to him, her arms locked around his neck, her legs tight around his waist as he rammed her against the wall. As o.r.g.a.s.m rocked her, she bit his shoulder, tasting his blood and feeling their mingled climax. d.a.m.n, the man made her feel like a G.o.ddess!
”I'm going to miss you, Trix!” he panted against her neck, his hands stroking her shoulders.
”Me too, Dilorenzo. Now can you move a little? My a.s.s is stuck to the tile.”
”Sure, baby.” He tugged her away from the tile, grasped both of her a.s.s cheeks and squeezed as he nibbled her ear. Trixie closed her eyes and rubbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his hair-roughened chest. She could scarcely wait for them to be back together again.
Chapter Nine.
Seraphim awoke to a pair of dark blue eyes staring into his. Those eyes seemed to observe everything yet betray little of himself. A fine trait for a vampire, particularly one as young as Adam Lindsay, the First Father. Not the evil Original of Atlantis, but the Immaculate child who now headed the Network. Unlike so many vampires of his age, Seraphim found no shame in admitting his admiration for Lindsay and his twin, Matthew Winter. They were child prodigies, and their souls were good. That in itself was enough to command respect.
”I'd ask how you feel, but I can imagine,” Adam said. ”As soon as Matthew arrives, we'll take care of you.”
Seraphim nodded. He vaguely remembered Jules saying the twins were going to a.s.sist in his surgery. His injuries were more extensive than he'd imagined. He felt deadly weak-a feeling he remembered all too well from various points in his past.
”We need to talk,” Seraphim said.
Adam nodded. ”It can wait until you're stronger.”
”This can't wait. I need a favor.”
”A favor?” The First Father raised one of his dark eyebrows. ”With the accusations against you, you're asking for favors?”
”This isn't for me. It's for a mortal woman at Sir Edward's.” ”Hannah. Vincent told me about her being blackmailed.”
”I need you to ensure her family is freed from danger. I need you to get her out of that house.” Seraphim paused a moment, trying not to let weariness seep into his voice. ”If you do, I'll provide information you'll find most interesting.”
”So Vincent was right. You have been holding out on the Network.”
”If you promise Hannah and her family will be safe, I'll tell you my reasons for everything.”