The Blood Deliverance (The Rose Vampire Coven #4)

CHAPTER FIVE

“T hey're dead," Phil reported to Jerry after checking James’ apartment. “The door was broken, and the room messed up a bit, but no other sign of anyone. I smelled the vampire." That caused a reaction, and Jerry jumped from his chair and rounded the desk.

“Fane Madden?” He shouted.

“Yes, and he took James with him after killing your guards."

“James Whitlock belongs to me.” He again was shouting.

“He took him back to the coven.” That caused Hanover to pause. He paced the room a couple of times and then slammed his fist down onto his desktop. "I want him back, and I want that fucker to know he can’t just waltz in and defile and take what belongs to me.”

“We could go after the Blood Rose. They wouldn’t expect it, such a bold move from you and we could hit it during the day when it’s closed and manned by a few staff.” Jerry walked back to his chair and sat down clearly running the idea over in his mind.

“I have the manpower, and I might as well use it." Jerry sat back and smiled. “Get the men together.” Phil nodded and left the office.

James woke when Fane rolled and sat up on the edge of the bed. “Where are you going?" He asked sleepily, still feeling the exhaustion of yesterday. Fane pulled on a pair of sleep pants and then bent and placed a loving kiss on James’ lips.

“I’m going to check with my boss to see if Jerry is making any moves and then I thought I’d order some coffee and a little breakfast. I’m sure you’re hungry.” James smiled and when he reached out to Fane he took his hand and kissed it. The man was the image of darkness in so many ways and yet he warmed James’ heart every time he looked at him. He was beginning to accept that he was falling in love with this devastatingly handsome vampire.

“Coffee does sound good.”

“Just relax and when you’re ready meet me in the kitchen.” Fane left the bedroom leaving James alone with his thoughts. He rolled to his back and stared up at the ceiling. He needed to call his mother, and he needed a shower. Unfortunately, he had no pants to put on. The memory of the way Fane had removed them came back to him and so did the memory of their love making.

Fane stuck his head back into the room and let him know there were sweatpants in the bottom drawer of the dresser. He laughed at the memory of last night. “Sorry I ruined your pants.” He said and then added. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”

“I can’t afford a motel I’ll have to just get the locks fixed at my apartment.” James told him.

"You're moving in here, James. You're moving in with me. Please try to keep up my love." Fane finished with the snap of his fingers and once again left, closing the door behind him, clearly not wanting to hear anything to the contrary. James smiled, knowing that moving in with Fane would be great since he felt at home already. Life sure could be confusing sometimes, but other times, it could be absolutely wonderful.

Fane called Drakon and gave him a run down of the incident last night. “Jerry will try to retaliate in some way.” Drakon agreed.

“He lacks courage, but he does have the jackals in his employ," Fane added.

“I'll keep you informed, but for now, have breakfast with your beloved and enjoy the morning."

“Will do.” With that he closed the call and headed to the guest room to shower and dress before ordering up some breakfast.

He was in the kitchen pouring coffee and getting the meal set out when James came walking in wearing his shirt from yesterday and a pair of Fane’s sweats. “You look lovely this morning.” Fane walked over and kissed him lightly on the lips and then guided him over to the island and helped him get seated. He handed him a cup of coffee and indicated the milk and sugar present.

“This looks delicious thank you.” He said as he tucked into the meal of eggs, bacon and toast that Fane had set out for him.

“You’re welcome.” Fane was surprised by how good he felt providing for his beloved. It was a new feeling, and he was pretty sure he liked it.

“I’d like to go to my apartment and pick up a few things. I need some clothes and I forgot my phone.” James finished his plate, and Fane dished him up more eggs and bacon. “Thank you.” He said as Fane poured him another cup of coffee.

“I have someone packing up your apartment, and they will bring all of your things here to you." Fane noticed a tightness in James’ expression, so he explained himself. “Hanover is going to try and pull something, and I’d like for you to stay inside today for your own safety." The expression softened to a smile, and James continued with his breakfast. “And don’t worry about your mom, I have someone checking on her.”

“You're the best thing to happen to me in a very long time, Fane Madden. If you’re not careful, I think I might fall in love with you.” James stated this and then took a long sip of his coffee, not realizing how much that statement had affected Fane.

"That sounds good to me, baby. I fell for you from the moment I held you in my arms and smelled your sweet aroma of orchids.” Fane closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You smell like mine, baby.”

“I smell like orchids?” He asked with a smile and Fane nodded. “I thought I was crazy when I thought you smelled like chocolate chip cookies.” He laughed.

“Fate gives our intended our favorite aroma. I love the scent of orchids, and obviously, you love chocolate chip cookies."

“That is wild.” He exclaimed. He loved seeing James’ excitement over every new discovery.

James was stuck between fear of Jerry and his goons and the love and excitement over his new life with Fane. His mood was tilting back and forth with every new piece of information. He was just finishing up his breakfast when Fane received a call that seemed urgent. He left the room and when he return he had his jacket and was adding weapons to a shoulder harness he was wearing.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Some of Hanover’s people have been spotted in our territory. I’m going to check it out.” Fane came over and wrapped him in a tight hug and kissed him until he nearly passed out and then he stepped back.

“Be careful those guys are monsters.” James was aware that Fane was able to take care of himself but still he worried.

“I’ll be fine." He smiled indulgently. "Relax, call your mom and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t leave the apartment. If you want company or want to speak with someone call this number. His name is Dean he’s my bosses beloved he’s human like you and a sweetheart of a guy.” Fane stared at him until he agreed to stay put.

"I won't leave the apartment. I know how dangerous Mr. Hanover is.”

“Good, I will be back as soon as I can.” He repeated and hesitated just for an instant before turning and leaving the apartment.

James was picking up the dishes from breakfast and placing them in the sink to rinse when suddenly he was wrapped in two strong arms and pushed up against the wall. Fane was kissing him madly and pressing his body against his. He plunged his hand inside James’ loose sweats and took hold of his now hardening cock, and squeezed while sinking his teeth into the little scar on his neck.

He felt his body explode with the sensations elicited by the embrace, and he panted and shook and grabbed at Fane, digging his fingers into his upper arms. His cock was suddenly hard as a rock, and then he came with a sharp gasp pumping his seed over Fane’s talented hand. He pulled back, licked the wound closed, and placed a kiss on the ultra-sensitive scar.

"I can never get enough of you, baby." Fane pulled his hand free and licked his fingers, driving James completely insane, and he came again with no touch, no stimulation. He came with just that erotic vision.

Fane stepped back and smiled. “See you soon.” He said and left. James stood there leaning against the wall catching his breath and calming his heart. Life with Fane was going to be amazing. He looked down at his sweats and with a satisfied smile realized he would need another bath and another pair of sweats.

Fane was with Samuel watching the back door of the club while others were out front and Drakon was inside. Word had gotten to them that Hanover was moving on the Blood Rose that afternoon and they were ready.

Four jackals broke the lock on the back door and entered and Fane and Samuel followed them inside keeping back and in the shadows. There were so many vampire scents around that the jackals would not be able to pick them out.

Once inside, they could see that four others had entered from the front in the same manner. At the bar, wiping it down, was Drakon, who looked up at the intruders as soon as they made their way to the main room.

“You the only one here vampire.” One of the jackals shouted and moved toward him. “Too bad for you.” One of the jackals must have recognized Dragon because he started to backup heading for the front door but was blocked from escape.

As soon as the jackal moved on Drakon, Fane, and the others moved on the jackals. They were fierce and formidable but lacking in numbers. Drakon and his enforcers finished them and didn't even mess up the bar . . . too much. There was blood and tissue here and there, but overall, it would be easy enough to set it right before opening time.

Drakon grabbed the one who attacked him by the collar and dragged what was left of him over to the pile by the back door. "Too bad for you," Drakon commented as he dropped the jackal on top of the others.

"He should have sent more," Fane said and leaned against the bar.

“Jerry was never known for his planning. He probably didn’t want the expense of more than eight jackals.” Samuel added to the discussion. “So, what’s next?” He smiled.

“I’m going to the Falcon Nest and I’m going to kill Jerry Hanover.” Fane stated matter of fact as he placed his weapons back in their holsters and straightened his jacket.

“Mind if I come along?” Samuel asked.

"I'll come too," Drakon added, and the three of them headed out the back door.

“You sent eight to the Blood Rose?” Jerry asked Phil for clarification.

“Eight because you only have ten in your employ, and you don't want to leave the Falcon Nest unprotected," Phil explained. “I’d give it an hour or two and then send over your demands or threaten to send another group of jackals to their door.”

“I have two.” Jerry pointed out.

“They don’t know that.” Phil laughed and downed a whiskey shot.

“I want that kid no one humiliates me and just walks away. I'm going to fuck him raw, and then I'm going to give him to the jackals.” Jerry was spitting mad and swept his arm across the bar, shattering a stack of glasses. "Call that useless fox and have him clean this up." He yelled.

“He doesn’t come in till five.” Phil reminded.

“All I have are useless employees taking my money and doing shit work.” Jerry was on a roll.

“I’m going to check on the Blood Rose and will let you know how it’s going. They’re probably shitting their pants right now and begging for mercy from the jackals.” Phil laughed and waved his hand as he headed out the front door.

Jerry walked toward the bar, ready to pour himself a drink, when the front door swung open, and Phil's head came rolling into the room like a bowling ball. His eyes were wide, and his mouth frozen in a silent scream. It looked like it had been ripped off his shoulders. Blood trailed behind it into the room.

Jerry jumped back in horror and screamed for his bodyguards, but there was no response. "I think they're gone, Jerry." Fane walked into the club and over to the center of the large room. All your jackals are dying.”

“What are you doing here?” Jerry moved to try and position himself behind the bar, but Samuel came from the back and blocked him. Drakon remained outside, blocking anyone from entering or exiting.

"You came for us and mine, and now I'm here for you, Jerry," Fane said and walked toward him. Jerry pulled out a gun and took a shot, hitting Fane in the upper chest, but it didn’t even faze him. Bullets, unless a massive headshot, had no effect on vampires. Fane rushed him, and Jerry dropped his gun and grabbed a long knife from the bar. He started waving it around. Knives could do damage, but Jerry had no skill or style.

Samuel stood back as Fane continued to advance on Jerry. "You're not going to survive this, Jerry. Why so stupid as to attack the Blood Rose and to make threats against my beloved.” Fane stopped a few feet in front of the man. Jerry had his back against the bar and had nowhere to run.

“I'm not afraid of Conall Rose. He's all intimidation and nothing else. With enough jackals I could own this town.” He was sweating and his anger was building that was always a problem with Jerry he let his anger control him. “And that bastard bartender James. I did him and his family a favor and what do I get betrayal. He belongs to me until I say he doesn’t.” That was the end of talking.

Fane grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air. Jerry tried to use his knife, but Fane grabbed his wrist and twisted it until the knife dropped and his wrist snapped. Fane kept increasing the pressure on his throat, snapping the small bones in his neck. Jerry kicked and dug at Fane's grip, but there was no hope.

"He's mine, Jerry. He has always been mine." Fane took his dagger, drove it into Jerry's heart, and twisted. It wasn’t hard to kill a human. “Say hello to Phil." He said, and he dropped him with a thud on the wood floor. Fane bent and pulled his dagger free. He then turned and kicked Phil's head over to where Jerry lay. "Enjoy your time together." He said, and he and Samuel left the bar.

It was set up to look like a rival gang had ended Jerry and Phil, and the Falcon Nest was closed down. Master Rose decided he didn't care for the location or the business model and the name was dreadful. He preferred the earthy, gritty realness of The Blood Rose, and no other bar would ever compare.

It had been nearly three hours since he saw his beloved, and his need to be near James was burning inside of him. Fane hurried up to his apartment after meeting with the Master and was in search of his beautiful little bonded lover. He entered the living room, but he wasn’t there. He checked the kitchen, but he wasn't there. Then he walked into the bedroom, and there, perched on the window seat, completely naked and stroking his hard cock and fingering his hole, was his beloved.

The vision shook him for a second it was so raw and so perfect. “Is it over Fane?” He asked.

"It is over, my love. You never have to worry about those people again, and the Falcon Nest has closed down. You are free.” Fane began stripping off his clothes and walking toward James. That elegant hand with the long fingers was doing lovely things to that beautiful cock and that needy hole.

Fane was bare to the waist and was unbuckling his belt when he reached James and stood in front of him. James finished with the belt and opened Fane’s pants to bare the large, thick cock straining for release. He pulled him free and pushed the sides of his pants down. James held Fane’s cock in his hand and then took it into his mouth, swallowing it down to the base in one thrust.

Fane felt his eyes roll back in his head as his cock went down James' throat, and those muscles began to play. He was fierce and hungry, and Fane was quickly losing control. He held James by the hair and started to take over, thrusting inside in short, rapid thrusts. James pushed to take more, swallowing him down and gripping the base to hold on.

With a growl, Fane pulled back and picked James up into his arm. He then sat down on the window seat and had James straddle his lap. He was stretched and ready and came down on Fane's cock hard and fast, burying him deep inside.

James held Fane's shoulders and started bouncing with all that he had. The sensations were burning, and Fane tried to hold him and take control, but James was slamming his hole down onto Fane with a ferocity that was sparking an inferno inside of Fane.

He couldn't hold back. He could not resist, and with a roar, Fane came, burying himself so deep he could feel his heartbeat. He came hard, stream after stream of release, an intense union of hearts and minds seared through them, and he felt James explode, covering Fane’s abdomen with his essence and filling Fane’s senses with the beautiful scent of orchid.

"I love you, Fane. Don't ever leave me." He cried and buried his face against Fane's shoulder.

"I love you too, baby, and I will never leave.” Fane wrapped his arms around him, and they sat there reveling in the pleasure and the promise.