Chapter 15 #2
“I’d like to say I tracked you down because of my epic hunter instincts, but in truth, you should thank Gwen and her computer skills,” his sheepish admission.
“Once I realized someone tried to kill me, I went completely dark. Took the battery out of my phone. Didn’t use any credit cards.
Didn’t make any calls that might be traced.
Hence why you had no warning. When I chose to play dead to flush out the suspect, I assumed you were safe in the house with Lou.
I was obviously unaware he’d betrayed me. ”
“Lou claimed he felt the bond between you sever.”
“My doing. I muffled the link between me and all my servants. That way, if any of them were captured, they couldn’t divulge my location, even if tortured. ‘Course, shutting myself off also meant I didn’t know about Lou’s treachery and you almost paid the price.” Cillian’s lips turned down.
“He did it to become a vampire, but I don’t think Tom or Belial ever had any intention of honoring their deal with him.”
“Oh, they used him, of that I have no doubt.” Cillian cleared his throat and continued walking. “Anyhow, to return to how I ended up here. After the explosion, I had to spend some time fixing up Randy.”
“By fix, you mean give some blood.”
He nodded. “While I gave him enough to heal the worst of his injuries, Gwen went on a hunt for a vehicle that could accommodate my particular need.”
AKA blacked-out windows.
“It took longer than expected and then didn’t help much since we didn’t know where to find the culprit behind the bomb. I might not have found this place at all if not for the live CrypTube the satyr began streaming.”
“I’m going to assume that’s some kind of social media bullshit for vampires and other wiggy folk?”
“It runs on the very dark web for cryptids only. As soon as I put the battery back in my phone so I could call the house and check in with Lou, it began blowing up with notifications. The satyr thought me dead and had me tagged. Once I realized you’d been taken captive inside some kind of warehouse, and by who, Gwen did her magic with a computer and got me an address. Luckily, we weren’t too far.”
“In case you hadn’t figured it out, Sophia was the one behind everything. She still had the hots for you and had a jealous fit when you brought me to her party.”
“Sophia didn’t want me. More like she held a grudge that I ended things.” He stopped by a plumber’s van and opened the door.
“This is your ride?” I couldn’t stop a snicker.
“It was all we could manage on short notice,” was his wry reply.
I clambered into the truck, scooting right over to the passenger seat while Cillian took the driver’s side. He started the engine.
“Aren’t we waiting for Randy and Gwen?”
“They’ll be a bit making sure the fire goes off without a hitch and all evidence is burned.”
“Gotta get rid of the drugs.”
“Actually, I’m more concerned about the bodies being discovered by authorities. While Sophia can pass for human, Tom and Belial dropped their glamours before dying.”
“Can’t let the people know monsters exist,” I murmured.
“Exactly. I pride myself on keeping the city free from suspicion and rumor.”
The choice of words had me blurting, “Sophia called you the Cryptid Overseer. What’s that mean?”
“It is my duty to ensure nonhumans in my territory follow the primary rule of don’t do anything to expose our existence.”
“What happens to those who fuck up?”
“I eliminate them as an example to others who might think they can do the same.”
I clapped my hands. “OMG, you’re like Judge Dredd, only with fangs.”
“An apt comparison, I suppose,” said with a sigh.
“I guess your job means you won’t get in trouble for killing Sophia.”
“As overseer for this city, I could actually eliminate every single cryptid if I chose. It would certainly make my life easier.”
“Sounds like a lot of work,” I pointed out. “Not to mention, wouldn’t their relatives and friends who don’t live here get pissed?”
“They would, hence why I stick to handling only those that can’t follow the laws.”
“Guess I should count myself lucky you didn’t get rid of me when I killed those people.”
“I’m not going to execute you for being hungry.”
“But I murdered them.”
“You rid the world of scum without getting caught,” he corrected. “I would never punish anyone for that. What you did is, in a sense, not that much different from what I do. We both remove threats.”
“You speak as if I’ll do it again.”
He cast me a sly grin. “Weren’t you the one complaining about being bored? Given the rise in crime since Covid, the city could use a bit of vigilante justice.”
Me, a superhero cleaning up the streets?
“You say the sexiest things,” I purred.
“Hold that thought,” he murmured gunning the engine.
We made it home fast—probably because Cillian broke the speed limit and ran a few lights. In his defense, I had my hand on his cock and was stroking him through his pants.
He parked us in the garage, but when he would have dragged me to his lap, I grimaced. “We are not doing it in this truck.” It reeked of fast food and things best left in the bathroom.
“Then get inside,” he growled.
I piled out of the truck and headed for the door that led into the kitchen. I never made it, since he swept me off my feet, but this time did so caveman style. I ended up over his shoulder, upside down, laughing.
“Cillian! What are you doing?”
“Taking you for a shower to rinse the stink of those bastards from you.”
A good plan, which involved seeing the inside of his room—for a few seconds—before ending up in his massive bathroom. White marble all over and the biggest shower I’d ever seen.
He set me on my feet and I gaped. “I think it’s larger than my last bedroom.”
“It is a bit ostentatious,” he agreed.
“A bit?” I scoffed then squeaked because my clothes suddenly disappeared. AKA got ripped from my body, leaving me bare.
“Why don’t you try out the shower and then tell me if it’s too much?”
I stepped into the monstrosity and eyed the several dials. Apparently, I took too long figuring it out because Cillian joined me, his bare body brushing against mine as he leaned around me and began fiddling.
The water emerged at a perfect temp, no cold streaming until it warmed, and it sprayed from every direction.
“Good god, it’s like being in a monsoon,” I exclaimed as jets scoured my skin, leaving no pore untouched.
Cillian chuckled against my ear, his frame cradled to my backside, his hard cock tucked between our bodies. “It’s supposed to be relaxing.”
The words had me shivering. Or was that his hands coasting down my body, stroking my slick skin?
“For it to be relaxing, you’d have to not be making me horny.
” I turned in his grip and looped my arms around his neck.
“I don’t think I’ve told you that I’m really glad you’re alive.
” I’d not known him long, and yet I felt connected to him.
Hmm, wonder if the blood he’d given me had something to do with that, or was it the sex?
His good looks? What about the fact that he saw beyond the chunky, middle-aged loser to the sparkling woman within?
“I’m glad we’re both alive, and I’m sorry you got embroiled in an affair that ended a long time ago.”
“Can’t say as I blame Sophia for wanting you back. You are kind of hot.”
“Only kind of?” Asked with an arched brow.
“Your shower’s big, but not sure it could handle your head if it got any larger.”
That drew a snort. “I don’t think I’ll ever be allowed vanity with you around.”
“Does that mean you’re planning to keep me?”
“Keep makes you sound like a pet. I’m thinking maybe we should try dating.”
“While living together?”
“Vampires tend to do things slightly different from human folk.”
“Not that different,” I purred grabbing his firm cock. I leaned back against the tile wall tugging him by the dick to keep him close. “In all the excitement, I don’t know if I said thank you for coming to rescue me.”
“From the looks of it, you did a pretty good job of saving yourself.”
“Until Sophia came along.” I grimaced.
He kissed my lips and murmured, “A couple of years and a bit of training and you’d have handled her as well.”
“You think so?”
“You’re stronger than you think. It’s why I’m drawn to you.”
Me, strong. Not something I’d have ever said to describe myself but hearing it from him… “I’m just with you because you have nice hair and a great set of shoulders.”
“Are you ever serious?”
“You want serious?” I whispered. “I could seriously use some soap because I’m fairly sure I still smell like flying monkey.”
“I think I can help with that.”
Liquid soap emerged from a dispenser inset within the tile wall, a coconut scent filling the air.
He rubbed it between his palms until it lathered and then stroked those soapy palms all over me.
My shoulders, down my arms. More soap and he skimmed his fingers down my back to the tops of my ass cheeks.
He traced a slippery finger between my breasts, watching the trail of suds it left.
I shivered when he cupped my breasts, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples until they puckered into pointy nubs.
“Good enough to eat,” he murmured before turning me into a jet to rinse them clean and then angling me back against the wall so he could lean in to give each tip a kiss. A kiss and then a lick. Then a suck.
Mmm.
My head tilted back and my eyes closed as he played with my nipples and breasts. His mouth opened wide to suck as much flesh as he could, his hands lifting and squeezing.
“Bite me,” I asked feeling the scrap of his teeth.
“Like this?” He clamped down and I shuddered at the jolting sensation. I felt that sharp pinch between my legs and squeezed my thighs in excitement.
“Don’t you clamp those shut,” he murmured nudging them apart with his leg. “I still have to wash you.”
Promising words.
He grabbed some more soap and slid it between my legs, stroking over my nether lips, teasing me with his slow friction.