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  Trinity snorted. “Man, do you even know your wife? She loved it when you were gone.”

  He threw a heavy leather cushion at her as she left the room.

  ***

  It was none of their business if he wanted to have sex with Gypsy. He was a grown man, with needs that she so happened to fulfill beyond expectation. And she wasn’t the enemy. She was a victim and he wasn’t going to interrogate her like she was some criminal.

  The sound of crashing glass caught his attention as he was sulking his way through the monstrosity of a house Basil called home. Rushing in the direction it came from, he heard voices that he didn’t recognize, and getting closer, saw the vamps climbing through the broken living room window.

  “Shit! Shit! We’re under attack,” he yelled as loud as he could while searching for something to use as a weapon. His fists would have to do for the moment. He saw three rushing towards him and hoped he could hold his own until someone came to his rescue.

  In a boxer’s stance, he held his fists up, his feet separated and ready for the fight. He managed to duck from the blow the one vamp sent to him and jabbed him in the gut with a hard upper right. From the corner of his eye he saw the other two darting off behind him. He knew the guy he was fighting with was a diversion and it pissed him off.

  Then he heard the footsteps on the stairs and was overjoyed to see Basil coming to his aid. “Behind me, two vamps heading to the study.” The vamp he was fighting didn’t seem fazed by the blow and caught Dante in the chin with his elbow. It felt like he’d been stabbed by a cleaver in the jaw and he saw stars explode before his eyes. But he didn’t give up.

  Behind him he heard Basil fighting his own and then Trinity’s voice mixed in the bunch with her own battle sounds. They’d manage the two and he’d take care of the third. Spotting a crystal statue to his right, he darted out of the vamps hold and grabbed it. Dante sent it through the guy’s heart with one hard push and was satisfied when he crumbled to the ground.

  As he turned, he saw Trinity had subdued the other two and had them hanging in mid air, unconscious. “Damn, woman, you are scary.”

  “And I love her for it.” Basil grinned foolishly.

  “Where’s yours?” she asked as calmly as ever.

  “Toasted. Had to, couldn’t get enough of a lead to subdue him.”

  “These will do just fine. We’ll lock them up with the others and hopefully get some answers.”

  “You think these are Chaos’ men?” he asked Basil as he rotated his sore shoulder. Cooper was going to be so happy to see him, again.

  “Probably. But I’ll have fun beating the info out of them in any case. Can you send them to the cells, darling?”

  “Right on it.”

  “They came in through the window. And if they did this once, they’ll do it again,” Dante informed Basil after Trinity carried her prisoners away.

  “Then I guess we’ll need to remedy that. I’ll see if Jonah has any ideas. You okay?”

  “Shoulder’s sore, but I’m alive.”

  “Get Cooper to check it out.”

  “He threatened to staple my arm if I came back for another round of stitches. So I think I’ll pass. Catch you later.”

  “If you’re going to hump your woman, try slipping some questions in while you pump her.”

  “Fuck off, Basil.”

  ***

  He waited until everyone was in bed before he snuck down to the cellar. He wanted one moment alone with the vamps without anyone questioning his reason why. The hallways that led to the dungeon were always dimly lit. It gave it a creepy air about it that he was sure Basil did on purpose. Reaching the door, he keyed in the code then yanked it open.

  “Hey, Jimmy. How’s it going?” he asked the burly vamp sitting in the chair at the back of the room. Jimmy was one of Basil’s friends, one of the ones that hadn’t deserted him yet.

  “Quiet night, so far. What’s up with you?”

  “Restless. This lack of daylight is screwing with my body. Why don’t you take a coffee—or blood—break for a while and I’ll sit with our boys?”

  “I could use a walk, stretch my back. Thanks, Dante. Buzz me if you need me.”

  “Will do.” He waited until the steel door clicked shut before he walked to the cages. “Good evening, boys. How are we doing tonight?”

  “Get bent, fleshie.”

  Dante shifted his gaze to one of the newest inmates, a tall, bony looking creature with a shaved head. “Not liking your accommodations?”

  “You won’t hold me for long.”

  Shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, Dante sauntered to the cage. “Yeah, why is that?”

  “It’s only a matter of time before we rule and you’ll be one of our slaves.”

  “Well, I would like to see you try that from in there. So, any of you boys know a vamp named Danny?”

  “Daniel?”

  He shifted his gaze to the younger looking vamp they’d had in their custody for a few days now. “You know him?”

  “Depends if we’re talking about the same guy.”

  “Young guy, younger than you I suspect. Dark hair, has a cleft in his chin.”

  “Yeah, I know him.”

  Dante headed to the younger vamp’s cell, excited now because he was getting closer to finding his brother. “How do you know him?”

  “We work with him. How do you know him?”

  “He’s my brother.” The laughter of all the vamps filled the empty space in the room and had Dante’s attention. “Why is that so funny?”

  “How come you’re looking for him?” The young vamp asked through the laughter.

  “Because he’s my brother. I haven’t seen him in twenty years.”

  “Twenty years, huh? Daniel’s never talked about a brother. How can we be sure you really are related?”

  That hurt and it was already a sore spot. He’d asked himself so many times since seeing Danny on the day of the eclipse why he hadn’t seen his brother before then. Why hadn’t Danny sought him out, let him know he was alive? It hurt even more now hearing them say that Danny never speaks of him.

  Dante pulled out his wallet, then slipped out the picture taken twenty years ago on their thirteenth birthday. He held the picture out for the vamps to see. “Proof enough?”

  “Guess he doesn’t like you much then, if he hasn’t contacted you in twenty years. That’s gotta be rough, considering you’re twins.” The burly vamp laughed.

  Yep, just twist that knife a little more in my heart. “How do you know him?”

  “How do we know him, boys? Should we fill the poor fleshie in?”

  Another vamp chortled. “Sure, what the hell.”

  The burly one smirked as he spoke. “Your twin, Daniel, happens to be our boss.”

  “Come again?”

  The vamp moved right up to the bars, grabbing two as he leaned into them to speak. “You’re twin is our boss and Chaos’ right hand man.”

  Dante narrowed his eyes. There was no way he was going to believe that. “Why did I think I would get any real answers out of lowlifes like you?”

  “Don’t believe me. See if I care. But Chaos has taken a liking to him, so much so he relies on him for nearly everything. He’s taken over where Magnus left off.”

  He’d heard enough. Marching to the door, he keyed in the code then made sure it was secured before he headed down the hall. There was no way his brother was Chaos’ right hand man.

  Or was he?

  ***

  With a six pack of beer in hand, Dante headed to his room. Jimmy was once again sitting in the dungeon on patrol, and Gary and Hide were monitoring the house in case someone else tried to break in. The window had been boarded up but the other windows were still vulnerable.

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sp; Dante hoped they all got at least a few hours reprieve.

  What he needed now was to drown his brain in alcohol so it stopped going over what the vampires had told him about Danny. He didn’t want to believe what they’d said, even though deep inside he very much believed them.

  For twenty years he had devoted more than half of his time researching the black arts and the creatures that came from it. For twenty years he had searched for his brother, always wondering if he was out there somewhere. And when he finally found him, Danny slipped away from him again. All he wanted was some time alone to ask the millions of questions that have been plaguing him for years.

  Dante knew sleep wasn’t going to come to him easily tonight, and that was why he hoped to drown himself in barley and hops.

  Opening his bedroom door, he flicked on the lights to find a very naked Gypsy lying on his bed.

  “What took you so long?”

  Chapter Seven

  She was a sight to behold, all milky white skin still so young and fresh. Her pert nipples were a stark difference against the rest of her body, standing out with a ripe rose color. And as he scanned the length of her body lying seductively on his bed, he noticed that she was a natural blond. He wondered what made her decide to color her hair green?

  “You just going to stand there or what?”

  The last time she’d come to his room she had turned his mind into mush. The woman was a hellfire in bed—well—not just the bed since the first encounter had been standing up in the middle of the room. The memory of her mouth around his shaft instantly made his already hard dick throb. The stud in her tongue was the most erotic thing he had ever felt.

  Reminding himself he was a grown man not ruled by his penis, he pushed himself to walk to the tiny table by the window and set the beer down. “How long have you been waiting for me?”

  “What time is it now?” She rolled over giving him an excellent view of her ass, and the butterfly tattoo on her left hip as she checked the time. “Two hours, give or take.” She rolled back. “I heard about the commotion earlier. Is everyone okay?”

  “Three vamps are no problem for us. They’re currently locked up in the dungeon.” And for the life of him, he couldn’t stop staring at her. He’d seen plenty of naked women in his life, and not just the ones he’d had sex with, but in his line of work, you saw everything. Yet having Gypsy lying on his bed, naked and ready, left him brain dead.

  “Are you just going to stand there staring at me or are you going to get undressed and join me on this big, lonely bed?” She ran her hand along the black silk with such easy seduction he wondered how many lovers she’d had in her young life.

  “You know, it’s not that I expect you to be a virgin, but something tells me you’ve a long history with men.”

  “I haven’t been a virgin since I was fourteen.”

  That he was not expecting. “Were you raped?” She’d said she lived in foster homes. Maybe one of them hadn’t been the greatest.

  She chuckled and the sound was utterly girlish. “No, I wasn’t raped. I have a healthy sexual appetite. I was living with a foster family at the time. They had four boys, ranging in age from eighteen to ten. One night as I was getting a drink after lights out, I walked by Reggie’s bedroom door and heard him masturbating. He was fifteen. Being the curious type, I snuck through the door and watched. He had a porno magazine open and was busy stroking himself. I felt myself instantly get wet. I couldn’t help it and I started to rub myself. I moaned and he heard me. At first he freaked out, jumping from his bed and trying to cover himself. Then he noticed I had my hands in my panties. Long story short, I walked into his room and asked if he wanted to have sex with me. He did, I did, so we got it on. We taught each other a lot.”

  He’d been seventeen when he’d finally managed to lose his virginity. At fourteen he was masturbating but never once did he picture himself actually fucking a woman. He supposed everyone was different.

  “So, now you know. Come get me, big guy?” She teased him with a sultry smile and a stroke of her hand along her body.

  He supposed having sex was a better way to drown his mind out, rather than soaking his liver in alcohol. And hell, she was waiting for him. He stripped out of his jeans, t-shirt, and underwear, then walked to the bed. He clicked the bedside lamp on, walked to the door, and shut the overhead lights off. He locked his door and went back to the bed.

  “What do you want first? Blow job?”

  Dear God, yes. But before he could acknowledge her, she grabbed hold of his member and put it in her mouth. She scorched him with her, hot wet mouth and the scrape of metal from her stud drove him wild. He had never had a woman blow him with a tongue piercing before. He might never want anything else from now on.

  She was gifted with her mouth and didn’t just bob up and down on it, but swirled her tongue around the base and all the way up as she sucked. When she reached the top, she skimmed her teeth over the edge before engulfing him completely in her mouth. He’d never been deep throated before either. Christ this girl was a dream.

  “Slow down, sugar, or you’ll make me come.” She looked up at him with such a wicked look he nearly blew his load. Then she slid her mouth up his shaft and replaced it with her hand. When she released him, he had a moment of regret for asking her to go slow. Then she moved between his legs and began licking his balls. Her hand stroked him as she licked and toyed with him, bringing him to the brink. “Jesus, Gypsy. I’m going to come.”

  She took him in her mouth as he let himself go. She sucked him dry as he pumped the last drops into her throat. “Fuck.”

  “Yes please.” She sat up on the bed, kneeling, then sat back and spread her legs. “And hard.”

  “You have more faith in me then I do.”

  She grabbed his dick and gave it a good hard squeeze. “Feels fine to me.” She inched forward, pressing the tip to her clit. “Real fine.”

  She wasn’t kidding. It did feel fine, fucking phenomenally fine. She was wet and warm and as she rubbed his cock from tip to opening he felt himself hardening once more. Guess he had more in him after all. But when he leaned over to penetrate her, she pushed him aside and crawled on all fours.

  “From behind.”

  Sweet God, yes. She had such a fine ass, all white and smooth and spankable. He wondered what she would think if he smacked her butt. Instead he grabbed her by the waist and positioned himself to her hole. The instant he sunk inside, she began to gyrate. With her head on the bed, her butt up in the air, he pumped himself into her.

  “Yes, yes, harder, Dante, harder.”

  He did his best and pumped her harder and faster, and the urge got the best of him and he smacked her ass.

  “God! Yes! Do that again.”

  Smiling, he obliged. And each time he taped her ass with his hand he felt her pussy clenching hold of his dick. It was such an erotic rhythm that he never wanted to stop. Then he felt her begin to twitch and he knew her orgasm was fast approaching.

  “Yes, yes, do it, do it,” she pleaded as her body clamped onto his and sucked him into her cavern of heat.

  He pumped her pussy and smacked her ass until he felt his own orgasm explode. Grabbing her by the waist, he pushed deep inside and let himself go.

  “Holy crap!” She panted with a laugh, collapsing on the bed. “My orgasms never felt this good before.”

  Neither had his. “I’ve never had multiple orgasms before,” he said as he dropped down beside her on the bed.

  She rolled over onto her side and rested her head on his chest. “It’s an incredible feeling, isn’t it?”

  “And then some.” Smiling, he felt himself drifting off. His mind was a complete blank.

  ***

  Time meant nothing without the sun. Dante never would have believed it, thinking the human body would still be able to regulate i
tself. But without the sun to tell you it was morning, the body had no clue. It had only been a week, but that apparently was long enough. His body was beginning to ache and felt sluggish.

  What would normally be the beginning of summer was now cold and dry. And the eerie thing was, there weren’t even any stars and the moon was absent as well. That was a mighty fine Cloak of Darkness the Dark Mystics had evoked over the city.

  And he wasn’t the only one affected. None of the trees and flowers were budding. Plants weren’t popping out of the ground, and the grass was turning brown. It seemed even the animals were feeling it. Not just the dogs and cats that roamed around, but outside wildlife as well. They needed to get the sun back and soon or he, along with most of the city, might just go a little insane.

  Dante checked his watch and had to do a double take at the time. It was five fifteen, in the morning, a time when the sun should be rising. Yet they were cloaked in darkness. Why’d he even bother with a watch now?

  “Look alive, Dante. Unless you’re looking to get dead.”

  He snarled at Basil and continued to walk beside him. They’d left Jonah behind this time, per Trinity’s orders, which was fine with him. Jonah wasn’t a fighter and Dante worried one of these times the guy was going to get himself killed. So he and Basil went one way on patrol and two of Basil’s men went another.

  “Your mind’s on full stream tonight. What’s up?”

  “Are you looking into my head?” Dante barked it. He didn’t like the idea of someone reading him mind.

  “I don’t read minds. I just control them. You have major frown lines in your forehead. You need a clear head to do this, Dante.”

  “I know what I need. It’s the dark. I guess it’s getting to me.”

  “You and half the city. You see the news yesterday. Two more people committed suicide.”

  “Fuck. If it isn’t the vamps getting them they’re taking themselves out. Why the hell doesn’t the army just evacuate?”

  “I heard they were planning it.”

  “Would make our job easier.”

  “That it would. So…you’re enjoying our new house guest quite a bit.”