Witches, shifters and vampires have lived alongside humans for centuries. But now, rogue vampires, tired of the old regime, are making a bid for power that threatens to expose them all.
Raven Davenport and Eamon Ellis are sent by the vampire Grand Master to Florida, where Detective Daisy Price has raised doubts about the loyalty of her captain to the vampire regime. Satisfied that the captain in question is involved with the conspiracy, Raven and Eamon must foil a daring plot to raising money for the rebel cause. Their attention isn’t on the job though when Daisy proves to be a delightful distraction, more than ready to explore the limits of her sexuality at the guys’ capable hands. Raven underestimates the captain, which places Daisy in mortal danger, to say nothing of forcing her into facing demons from her past.
Can Raven and Eamon rescue her from one of the most evil manipulators they have ever encountered…
Zara Chase is a Siren-exclusive author.
Lost in thought, the sound of the intercom almost made her jump out of her skin. She peered through the screen and let out a slow breath when she clocked the two hot vampires who looked right back at her.
“Hey.” The hunk with thick black hair took off his shades and revealed equally black eyes. “Raven Davenport and Eamon Ellis from NYC. You’re expecting us.”
“Right.” She pressed the door release, her doubts about what she was about to do quadrupling. Raven Davenport was one of Vlad’s inner circle. One of his most trusted lieutenants and a legend in vampire circles. She hadn’t expected someone of his stature to come all this way to listen to her unsubstantiated allegations. She hadn’t expected him to be quite so friggin’ gorgeous, either. She felt hot and cold all over and wished she’d made more of an effort with her appearance. A girlfriend of hers had gone on to her for hours about Raven’s fine, fine ass, having met him at HQ. Daisy had thought she’d been exaggerating. No one was that perfect. Now she knew better. “First floor back.”
“Stop drooling,” Daisy said aloud. Otto looked up from his basket. “Not you this time, baby,” she told him, opening the door and making an effort to extract her thoughts from the gutter. She watched the two vampires walk down the hallway with lithe, loose-limbed elegance—all wide shoulders, muscular thighs, and pale skin. Oh my! They saw her in the doorway, and she was gratified when they did a momentary double-take.
“Hey.” Raven held out his hand. “Daisy Price, I assume.”
“You assume right.”
She took his hand and felt a fission of awareness ripple through her. She looked up at Raven, whose eyes had widened, presumably because he had felt it too. Daisy quickly extracted her hand from his grip and offered it to Eamon, with similarly distracting results. Otto broke the tension by jumping from his basket, yapping and running around their legs in delirious circles.
“Sorry,” Daisy said. “Otto gets pretty excited about visitors, as you can see. He’s not much of a guard dog, I’m afraid, because he loves everyone.”
“He’s cute,” Raven said, bending to scratch his ears.
“Come along in.” Daisy opened the door wider, wishing Raven would provide her with the same service as the one her dog was benefiting from. “Can I get either of you anything?”
She wasn’t surprised when they both declined. Vampires enjoyed eating and drinking just as much as humans, the difference being that they didn’t need that type of sustenance in order to thrive.
“Neat place you have here,” Raven said, glancing out at the small private fenced in yard.
“Thanks. I have to have a garden of sorts, even if it’s only a large patio with shrubs, otherwise I’d feel claustrophobic. Besides, Otto enjoys patrolling it.”
“Sure he does,” Eamon said, sitting down and smiling when Otto bounced up onto his lap and licked his fingers.
“When did you get into town?” Daisy asked.
“This afternoon. We checked into a hotel further down the beach.”
“Oh.” She felt momentarily confused. “What I have to tell you won’t take that long. I assumed you’d go back today. Truth is, I didn’t think my mild concerns would warrant a visit from someone as senior as you. Hope I’m not wasting your time.”
Raven sent her a provocative look that caused her cheeks to warm. “Not a chance,” he replied easily. “Besides, you’re not the only vampire to have notified us about oddities in this district. That’s why you have the dubious pleasure of our company.”
“I’m glad you said that.” Daisy sat across from them and leaned forward, elbows planted on her knees, feeling hugely relieved. “I wasn’t sure if I should have got in touch. I mean, it’s not as if I have any actual proof.”
“Just tell us who you suspect of stepping out of line, and why.” Raven gave her an encouraging smile. “We won’t hold you to it.”
“Just as well.”
She swallowed, feeling nervous and unsure of herself, now that the time had come to articulate her suspicions. Her small room suddenly seemed minuscule with two vitally disarming examples of male perfection in occupation of it. Looking at them made her pussy leak and her thoughts veer toward the sort of action that she hadn’t seen for months. Aware of both guys sending her increasingly concerned looks when she didn’t immediately say anything else, she forced herself to remain professional. She was a trained law enforcement officer, she reminded herself. She could do professional, despite the distracting eye candy filling both her room and her senses.
“Look, I’ll just come out and say it. I’m a detective in downtown Tampa, but you know that already, right?” Both men nodded. “My captain is a vampire.”
Daisy widened her eyes. “You know about him? Well, I suppose you would. He’s a personal friend of Vlad’s.”
“He is?” Raven shared a look with Eamon.
“You didn’t know?”
Raven shook his head. “Vlad must have forgotten to mention the fact. But then again, that doesn’t surprise me. He wouldn’t want to have influenced my findings.”
“I wish I’d known that others had told you about him. I agonized long and hard over whether to voice my suspicions about such a powerful man. He’s likely to hear about it, and if he does, I can kiss good-bye my career.”
“He won’t hear it from us,” Raven assured her.
“Thanks.” She folded her hands in her lap and focused her gaze on them. “I have absolutely no respect for Devlin as a vampire, a police captain, or a man,” Daisy said, firming her chin. “He’s a bully and a misogynist. So, I suppose it’s not surprising that I worried about letting my personal feelings cloud my judgment.”
“He hits on you?”
Daisy sent Raven a sharp look. “Why would you suggest that?” she asked.
“Looked in the mirror recently?” Raven lowered his voice. “He’d be a fool if he didn’t.”
“More, Master!” sh
e pleased. “I’ve been a real bad girl. Beat the badness out of me.”
“Enough!” He threw the belt aside, having given her six increasingly hard whacks with it. He then fell to his knees behind her, rubbing his big hands with surprising tenderness over her sore buttocks, running his fingers tantalizingly beneath the thong that was now soaked with her own juices. He pulled it down, made her lift her knees, yanked it off completely, and threw it aside. “I’m real proud of you,” he said softly, running his fangs down her spinal column and sinking three long fingers deep into her cunt. “You took to that like you’ve been on the receiving end your entire life.”
“It was a blast,” she assured him, as he released the cuffs from the bed leg but left her wrists attached to them and led her to the bed itself.
“Now, what am I going to do to you next?”
She knew he didn’t expect her to respond and so lay demurely on her back and lifted her cuffed hands above her head when he told her to. He attached the chain to the bedhead and grinned at her, fangs once again retracted.
“Now you’re at my complete mercy,” he said. “What a delightful prospect. Close your eyes and let your senses guide you, little one.”
She dutifully did as he asked, reveling in the feel of a long, limber tongue that set about exploring every inch of her. Who knew that an ear lobe was an erogenous zone? She squirmed when he lapped at the pulse beating at the base of her neck and then trailed his tongue down to her breasts. He sucked a solidified nipple into his mouth, hard enough to send shivers down her spine and a violent wave of heat through her body. She cried out when he bit down hard on the nipple, tugging it away from her body.
“Need access to my box of toys,” he said when he released it. “Those pert nipples are crying out to be clamped. Didn’t think to bring any supplies with me. I’m guessing we’ll have to improvise.”
“You’re doing just fine without them, Sir,” Daisy said breathlessly, pushing her pelvis upward in an inviting motion. Her pussy throbbed unbearably. It needed attention, and it needed it right now. Immediately. He was so damned cruel, taunting her, then drawing back. Should be a law against it. There probably was one. In her line of work, she ought to know. She’d have to check, then threaten him with enforcing it if she didn’t get some action soon.
“Patience!” he said, tapping the side of her thigh. “I’m in charge of this fuck, and we’ll take it at my pace. Now, keep your eyes closed and let me do my work, otherwise I’ll have to blindfold you.”
She sighed with a combination of frustration and contentment when she felt his tongue continuing its downward journey, stopping every so often to nip and gently bite. He was hungry for the taste of her. For the taste of her blood. Well, of course he was! She was desperately hungry to feed from him, too, but knew she would have to wait for his permission. The mattress dipped as he shifted his weight, and she sensed him straddle her. The tip of his cock slipped between her lips, and she greedily sucked it deep into her throat. She felt the weight of his balls dangling over her face as she put her own tongue to work, conscious of her cheeks hollowing with the effort she put into payback. See how you like being jerked around!
“That’s it, baby.” His voice sounded strained as he fed himself into her mouth. “Keep doin’ what you’re doin’ and I’ll be big enough to give you what you need.”
She heard a low hiss escape him when she tickled the nerve bundle on the underside of his prick with the tip of her tongue. His cock jerked in her mouth, and she tasted a drop of salty pre-cum dribble into the back of her throat. Not so in control now.
Raven abruptly pulled out of her mouth and slithered farther down the bed, pulling her legs wide.
“Bend your knees up for me,” he ordered curtly.
She did so and was rewarded by the feel of his hair flopping over her upper thighs as he attached his lips to her clit, sucking like a man with a point to prove. She flexed her pelvis, pushing herself deeper into his mouth. He’d done the same to her, so could hardly complain about her lack of docility. Could he? Raven seemed to work by his own set of rules, and she didn’t want to break any of them for fear that he would withhold privileges.
“Fuck!” she screamed, when he increased the pressure of his lips without warning, and a red-hot explosion rocked her entire body. She sensed him smiling as his lips latched harder and she reached a sparkling orgasmic vortex.
“Now that I have your attention,” he said, releasing her clit and sounding impossibly smug.
She opened her eyes and couldn’t decide how to react to the full force of his dark, passionate gaze.
“You should have let me finish what I started,” she said, her voice hazy as her body continued to thrum in the afterglow of the most mind-blowing orgasm she could ever recall.
“Nope.” He flicked a finger at his rock-hard cock. “I have other plans for this baby.”
“Do they include me?”
“Sugar, you’ll have a starring role.”