Spieron Virche has served his coven as an enforcer for less than a decade when he’s given the honorable task of helping a gargoyle elder. To his surprise, erasing the memory of the man threatening the other paranormal gives him an outsider’s glimpse into a human who piques his interest—Albert Lindson. When Spieron is asked to lead the way to Albert, he’s more than eager to do so. As soon as he meets the man, Spieron suspects the reason for his interest. He takes advantage of the man’s shock at his son’s unexpected arrival to taste the human’s blood, and his world is turned upside down. Albert is Spieron’s beloved, the other half of his soul. Too bad the aging mountain man is settled in his solitary life and expects to die alone within a few years. Can Spieron find a way not only to draw Albert back into the world but convince him that his life is far from over…in fact, could it be just beginning?
Spieron ignored the rest of the memory in favor of recalling Albert’s sexy form as he’d been moving the hay. He wasn’t certain what about the man drew him, and he knew the brother no longer looked like that, but Spieron found him fascinating. For some reason, Spieron desperately wanted to taste the human’s full lips, and his desire to scent his blood almost felt like a physical hunger in his stomach.
Even feeling Baltus’s negative emotions toward his brother didn’t diminish Spieron’s desire. As he focused on the bead of sweat that slid along his memory of Albert’s cut abdominals, his mouth watered. He wanted to lick the sweat off the man, taste him, the desire causing Spieron’s blood to heat and his prick to thicken.
“Are you ready to go?”
The deep voice of Elder Bodb cut through Spieron’s thoughts. When he snapped his eyes open, he spotted the big male smirking down at him. His dark-brown eyes held a wicked gleam as he cut a pointed look at Spieron’s groin.
“Or is there something on your mind that’ll delay us?”
Even though the man before him appeared to be in his mid-to-late forties, Spieron knew better. As a vampire—a paranormal who lived upward of five hundred years—he appeared in his early thirties even though he’d walked the earth for one-hundred-thirty-seven years. Bodb, on the other hand, was a gargoyle, a paranormal that could live upward of two millennia. While Spieron wasn’t certain of his exact age, he knew the male had crossed the thousand year mark long ago.
Spieron saw the smirk on Bodb’s lips split into a wide grin, so he reined in his wandering thoughts. “No, of course not.” There was no way he wanted to delay finding Albert Lindson. Spieron knew the human wouldn’t look like the man in his stolen memories, and he wondered if his attraction would disappear once he found the man.
“Well, think of something else, then,” Bodb ordered, his tone still laced with amusement. “Otherwise sitting in the truck for six hours is going to be hell.”
Laughing, Spieron flipped the gargoyle off, then began leading the way down the porch steps. As he headed toward the truck, he pulled the keys out of his pocket. The vehicle was a newer model, king-cab diesel that Spieron had picked up the prior year.
Bodb’s lover and mate, Nicholas, joined them after Spieron had climbed behind the wheel, and the pair sat in the back. The human looked nervous, swallowing hard enough to cause his Adam’s apple to bob. As Spieron drove away from the ranch, he noticed the way Bodb took Nicholas’s hand in an attempt to soothe him.
Nicholas smiled at his lover, the tension in his shoulders easing.
Spieron knew what bothered him.
Nicholas’s father, Baltus Lindson, had discovered that Nicholas’s marriage to Sandra was a farce, and he’d attempted to blackmail his son and his son’s male lover—Bodb. What Baltus hadn’t known was that Bodb was an elder of the gargoyle race. Using his contacts, he’d offered a favor to Spieron’s leader—Master Adalric Bachmeier.
When his master had asked Spieron to go to Texas and aid the gargoyle elder, Spieron had considered it a great honor. After all, he’d only been an enforcer for the Esson coven for a little over a decade. Of course, the fact that Spieron was one of only a couple of enforcers that wasn’t bonded probably had something to do with it.
And now, I’m obsessed with a memory taken from Baltus.
Spieron had a suspicion, but he hadn’t shared it with either of the two men. He needed to scent Albert first.