Jules (Golden Streak Series Book 5) (5 page)

They were both gone before she could blink.
Shaking, she sat down and let her mind try and wrap around what they’d just done to her. They’d threatened her. Not with bodily harm but something much worse. They threatened her friendship with someone she admired more than she’d even realized until that moment.

Standing up
, she went to see if Gabby was up from her nap and found her playing with her nanny on the floor. After telling her daughter how much she loved her, she told the staff she was going to go to the hospital to see Lenny. It was time she knew the truth about the fucking vampires manipulating her. Instead, she found Jules in the lobby of the clinic, pacing.

“Something wrong?”
He looked at her like he was going to explode but took a deep breath instead. She had never seen Jules so…well, anything before. He was the calmest, most laid back person she’d ever met. As far as she knew, he’d never said a cross word to anyone and had been nothing but charming and wonderfully helpful since she’d met him.

“I had to leave.”
She asked him to sit, and he shook his head. “She is pissed at me again. I’ve never seen a woman more bent on self-destruction in my entire life as she is. Has she ever heard of simply going with the flow of things?”

“I doubt that in her line of work that really works.”
She wasn’t in a great mood herself and snapped at him. “Sit down, damn it. You’re giving me a migraine.”

He sat
, but he obviously wasn’t happy about it. When she sat down, too, it took her several moments to try and explain things to him. She hated to make him the heavy in this, but Lenny would love him. Bronwyn would and could be tossed out of both their lives without a second thought.

“I’ve just had a very enlightening conversation with Peter and Viktor.
It was about Lenny and her…family. She’s not human.” He looked at her sharply. “They don’t know what she is and, frankly, I’m a little pissed about it. They said that they have been watching over her for a while, maybe as long as she’s been alive, but that woman who is portraying her grandmother isn’t related to her at all. She’s been keeping an eye on Lenny for the two of them.”

“Why?”
She shrugged. “Do you think this whole thing with her and me is real? The reason I ask is because she is…she’s not what I want in a mate. Not even close. I know that we get mates that are our other half, but what other half of me do you suppose she makes? I’m a potter, for Christ’s sake. I don’t get out much other than to shows, and having someone like…well, she’s very beautiful, but she’s not really my type.”

She had thought them oddly paired as well and had said as much to Ryland
, but now that Jules thought so, too, she felt better about it. Not that she thought they’d make a shitty couple, but she didn’t see Lenny as the art show type of woman, and Jules was certainly not the kickass kind of man who would enjoy going to the shooting range with her and working out. They were ill suited.

“What do you want to do about this?”
He got up to pace and now that she’d blown off a little steam, she let him. There was no reason for them both to suffer her bad mood. Not until she needed to hit someone, anyway.

“I’m going to talk to her.
See what she wants. It’s not like we’ve done much of anything with her being hurt and all, but….” He looked at her. “Bronwyn, why did you want me to take her to the doctor’s office for you?”

Oh well
,
she thought. “Peter told me you were mates. I asked if it would be all right if I put you two together and he said that would be helpful. So I asked you to do it. I’m sorry, too. Had I known that you felt this way, too, I would never have interfered. I’m sorry.”

He nodded and paced.
“She’s asleep now. I’m going to talk to her and tell her what I think and see what she thinks as well when she wakes up. Maybe something got crossed or…hell, for all we know, she’s a really good friend of Peter or Viktor and they wanted her to be a mate to someone, and fixed it so I would be that to her. She even has the house that I’ve been dreaming of for years.”

She didn’t know what to say about Peter and
Viktor. She had wondered the same thing. But she did feel badly about the house. Jules was the only one who still lived in an apartment, and she’d heard about his perfect house. She’d been to the MacFinley home and had thought the same thing when she’d gotten her first look at the big house, that it was the one Jules wanted.

They went to
Lenny’s room and watched her sleep as they talked about nothing but mundane things. When the door opened and Nicee walked in, Bronwyn knew that Nicee had heard from either Peter or Viktor. Neither of them said anything, but the tension was there that hadn’t been before this. When Bronwyn left, she was standing at the elevator when Nicee came up behind her.

“I’m sorry that I needed to lie to you.”
Bronwyn didn’t answer. “It was…it’s important that no one know about our relationship. It’s not safe for her.”

“Or you?”
The woman looked back to the room they’d exited. “You could have told her yourself. At any time over her lifetime someone could have said, ‘Hey, not your grandmother, but here’s the scoop.’ She would have taken it a damned sight better than she will now.”

“Probably. But the people who want her are adept at finding things. And if she had told just one person who can’t hold their mind as tightly as she can
, she would be dead.” Bronwyn knew her mind was strong, but she’d not worked very hard to get past her barriers; she hadn’t wanted to, as a matter of fact.

The doors to the elevator opened.
“But they did find her already, didn’t they? Which means, they more than likely know where she is right this minute. What the hell are you going to do about that?”

She stepped in the elevator
’s yawning opening and felt a moment of unease. She’d hurt the woman, and more than that, she’d been cruel. Bronwyn knew she could be caustic at times, but she was rarely cruel on purpose. When the doors closed, Nicee was still standing there staring at her, and looking as wounded as Bronwyn felt.

Chapter
5

“Where the fuck is she?” Naomi wasn’t a patient person in the first place, and this man was standing on the last little reserve she had and was quickly falling over to the point of her killing him. She looked at Milo, her enforcer, her lover, and the man who cared for her.

“She was supposed to be at that
old woman’s house. This shit hole was supposed to go in, grab her up, and kill off the other bitch. He said she wasn’t there.” Milo shrugged. “She might have moved in with someone else. They didn’t get along before she ran off. Maybe they don’t now either.”

Milo Hughes had been with her since she’d
had him as her watcher about two hundred years ago. They’d been fighting for the rights of her kind for all that time, the rights for vampires, the superior race, to be the only true race on earth. And as soon as the one person who could end their plans of eradicating all humans from this world was dead, Naomi would be just fine. But this person had more lives than a dozen cats. She looked at the man whose name she couldn’t think of, then looked at Milo, who reminded her.

“Listen to me,
Terrell. You go and find her right now and bring her back to me, or so help me, I will stake you to the ground and watch you fry. If she’s not here by Friday, I will find you and kill you.” She watched him tremble. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes
, mistress. I will find her.” He didn’t move, and she glanced at Milo. He shrugged again. Wherever he had picked that habit up, she wished to Christ that he’d drop it. It was one of the laziest things she’d ever seen him do.

“Well?”

Terrell glanced up at her from his submissive position of being supine on the floor.
She loved the look of pure terror that he’d given her a glimpse of. “I may leave then, mistress?”

She was suddenly wet. His voice, meek and full of fear
, made her want to hurt him, made her want to make him bleed on her as she came. When Milo came up behind her and rocked in her ass, she moaned when he squeezed her breast hard enough to make her hurt painfully.

“
Let him help us or get him out of here. Either way I’m going to throw you over this desk and fuck you until you hurt.” She looked at his face and could see the sadistic look he had, and wanted to beg him to do it. Looking at the man on the floor, she said he was going to help.

“Come here
, slave.” Terrell sat up and looked at her. “Come here and eat my pussy. And I had better enjoy it or you won’t.”

He crawled to her
, and by the time he got to her, Milo had torn her blouse open and had her skirt up around her waist. Her nipples were being tortured harshly, and she leaned back into his chest. She was so wet that when she opened her legs for Terrell, he licked up her leg to gather her cream. She moaned the moment he put his mouth over her.

“You’re going to suck him off while I fuck you as soon as you come
, but you’d better not yet.” She nodded, unable to speak from what was being done to her. “Do you want him to bite you? Do you want him to drink his fill from your pussy while I watch?”

She cried out her answer and waited for Milo to command the man between her thighs.
He walked around to the man and grabbed his head back. Terrell looked like he might have fought Milo, but realized where he was at the last second.

“Feed from her.
Bite her clit and drink from her.” He nodded but Milo wasn’t finished yet. “Then when I tell you to seal the wounds, I want you to take my dick in your mouth and suck me off.”

The man looked at
the bulge that was clearly outlined on Milo’s pants. Terrell licked his lips but looked at her pussy. Either way, the man was going to satisfy one of them shortly, and she only hoped it would be her. When Milo pressed him back to her, she leaned over him and held onto the desk. She rocked into the tongue that swiped over her clit, then screamed when he bit her.

“Christ
, that’s it, baby. Lean over more.” Milo was suddenly behind her at her ass, and she was nearly ready to beg him to take her, but all he did was play. Every time Milo rocked into her, she felt Terrell suck on her harder. When Milo commanded her to come, she grabbed Terrell by the hair and screamed out her release.

Before she was ready for either of them to stop, Milo jerked Terrell away from her and slammed his cock into his mouth. Terrell gagged around him
, but Milo continued to pump hard into him. He looked at her with glazed eyes.

“Suck him
, now.” She nearly fell over her chair to get to the man’s cock. As soon as she had him free, she swallowed him. His cock wasn’t very large, but it was thick, and she felt him shudder when she licked him from root to tip. She cupped his balls hard as he fucked her mouth. When she tasted his cum on her tongue, Milo jerked her back and she told him to come on her as he fisted his cock. As soon as Milo’s first splash of cum hit her body, Terrell stood up and jerked off on her as well.

Hot cum covered her face and breast
s. She licked her lips when some touched her there. Before she could enjoy her bounty, Milo told her to stand up. She did what he said, trembling with need, and nearly fell over from it. She held onto the table as Milo ordered Terrell into a new position.

He had Terrell lay on the floor and she was to ride him.
As soon as she was settled over his cock, Milo had her lean over. Before she could figure out what he wanted next, he rammed his cock into her ass.

Pain tore
through her and with it the best climax she’d ever had. Even as the two of them abused her body, she came twice more. When Milo leaned over her and kissed Terrell, then leaned to his throat, she knew what he was going to do. As soon as his fangs sank into the other man’s throat, she bit Terrell as well and drank greedily from him as he bled out.

Lifting her head
, she screamed out again when Milo came in her ass. Even as he filled her, she felt the room dim and things fade and blur from the heat of the sun beating on the windows. Her rest time was upon her. Smiling, she knew that when she woke tonight, they’d be in bed together and that the body beneath her getting colder by the second would be just a fun memory in all the men they’d done this same thing to.

“We’ll need to find someone else to find her now.” She moaned out her agreement as he lifted her
, not bothering to open her eyes. “I think I’ll send that wolf we heard of a few months ago, the one that is supposed to be the best. I think his name is Lamb. His first name is Sam. You remember hearing about him, don’t you? He gets the job done; he’s expensive, but he is the best at what he does.”

She giggled
a little, and he kissed her on the mouth as she lay on the bed. “What do we care? He’ll never collect once we get what we want. But he’ll have to start from scratch. That fool up there didn’t have much and, unfortunately, we didn’t get much information from him before we used him up.”

Milo pulled her body to his as the sun began to make its way across the sky. He kissed her throat and she gave
it to him freely. He was her watcher not a vampire, but he loved to feed from her after sex, so she’d given him the gift of fangs. When he lifted his head and looked at her, she smiled at him.

“You
never disappoint me.” He smiled at her as she continued. “I love when you take me like you did, make me come like that.”

“
And I love taking you like that. You’re an amazing lover. But you need your rest so that when you wake I’ll take you again.” She shivered slightly. “I may find us another treat to play with. What would you like, Naomi, male or female?”

Yawning
, she told him both. “And make sure that they aren’t drugged up if you can. I want to fill up on something more than the cocaine he was full of.”

Drugs didn’t affect them
, but some could leave a bitter, sometimes nasty taste in a vampire’s mouth. She rolled to her back as he got up from the bed. She was going to have to talk to him about the men indulging in drugs. It made them stupid and not very useful. He was gone from the room before she could say anything. Yawning again, she let her rest take her.

~~~

Lenny woke and closed her eyes at the brightness of the room. It took her several minutes before she was able to open her eyes fully. She didn’t make a sound as she looked around the big room. There were two people in the room with her and only one of them was awake.

“I’ve come to have a few words with you if you don’t mind.”
Bronwyn Golden didn’t look all that happy to see her, either. “I’ve been given some information about you and I’d like to speak to you about it. I think it sucks that you don’t know it already but—”

“No.” She tried to sit up
, but the pain in her belly tore at her. “I don’t think you have anything I want to hear, and even if you did, I don’t care to hear it. You’re a nice person, I suppose, but I just want to be left alone. I need to be left alone.”

“It’s about your grandmother.”
Lenny didn’t acknowledge her in any way, but Bronwyn felt she had a story to tell and was going to no matter what she wanted. “What do you know about her?”

The man, Jules she thought his name was
, sat up in the chair and watched her as she moved to the edge of the bed. She felt sweat trickle down her back, but needed to get up and get out of there before she racked up another bill she could ill afford. The door she wanted to get to seemed to be miles away rather than the few feet she knew it was. Lenny decided to try and have a conversation that might take her mind off how much she hurt.

“If you mean that she’s not my grandma, then I know it. Do I know that someone paid her all this time to care for me
? Yep, know that, too.” She turned to look at her. “Take all the wind out of your sails there, Mrs. Golden?”

Jules laughed
, and both she and Bronwyn glared at him. “You have to admit she’s right. You’ve been burning to tell her since you came here. I, for one, am glad to see someone get one up on you. I never have.”

Lenny stood up and had to hold onto the bed for several breaths.
She thought that Jules would help her but was glad and disappointed that he didn’t. She let go to stagger toward the bathroom and, once there, had to hold onto the sink until she thought she could sit down to pee. As it was, she had too tight a grip on the counter to do anything more than let the pain recede for a little bit anyway.

After going to the bathroom
, she hurriedly brushed her teeth. They felt like someone had coated them with fungus and slime and her tongue had a hairy feeling. When she rinsed the brush out after brushing twice more, she knew that whatever happened now on the other side of the door was going to be short and sweet. She didn’t have anything left in her. Opening the door, she found Jules standing there. When he scooped her up into his arms and put her on the bed, she barely had time to cry out before a nurse came in.

“You should really wait until
someone can come and help you, Mrs. Golden. Next time, just pull the cord and someone will come in. Would you like something for pain now?” Lenny looked around the room and saw that Bronwyn had left. She was about to ask the nurse who she thought was Mrs. Golden when Jules dismissed her. She never even got to tell her that she’d rather they shoved the drugs up their asses because she couldn’t afford them anyway.

“She
’s under some misguided impression that I’m married to one of your family members?” He shook his head. “Then maybe you’d like to explain to me why she referred to me as such. I’m just plain Lenny MacFinley and plan to stay that way.”

“How long have you known about your grandmother?” So he
was going to ignore her question. Well, she could do that as well.

“Who the fuck do I have to blow to get out of here? I can’t afford this place anymore than—
” She stopped talking and looked at him. “Did you just growl at me?”

“I did. And you’ll not be blowing anyone but me if you feel that need arise again.” She
frowned at him, not having a clue why he’d thought she was serious. Or for that matter, why he would care. She pulled the sheet over her belly and legs. She wanted the safety of her pants and shirts but didn’t think he’d give them to her.

“Why does she think I care about
whether or not she’s my grandma? And who told her? That’s supposed to be the best kept secret in the universe. Someone talking? That vampire maybe, or the woman?” He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her for several minutes without saying a word. “You know, I can get this sort of titillating conversation from the wall.”

“You’re my mate.
Do you know what that means?” She nodded, then shook her head. “You either do or you don’t, Lenore. Which is it? Your understanding of our relationship is going to be much easier to explain if you have at least a little knowledge of what’s going on.”

“Oh
, I understand what it means. I just don’t care. I’m not going to be your mate and you aren’t going to get the opportunity to try and convince me otherwise.” He sat more on the bed and turned to her. “For one thing, if she knows that Nicee MacFinley isn’t my real grandma, then you’re both aware of what might be going on. Another thing is, I just fucking don’t want you near me. You’re a tiger. I get that. But there is no fucking way you’re going to sleep with me, touch me in any way that is sexual or otherwise, and you sure as shit aren’t going to be marking me.”