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Chandra stopped, looking at the brothers in disbelief. “What, is she fucking the Wolves now too?”

Bas’s anger at the Vampiress rose as Kane answered. “She doesn’t have to fuck us to hold our respect, unlike some people who can fuck you unconscious, and are still nothing but gutter trash.”

“You mangy son of a bitch,” Chandra launched herself at Kane, who easily caught her by the arms and held her off. The woman went crazy, snapping and clawing like a rabid animal. She tried to leap over the two Wolves, causing Jenna to take a wide-eyed step backwards. That was the last straw, as far as Bas was concerned. Stepping up behind the writhing woman, he grabbed a handful of blonde hair and flung her to the floor.

Before she could spring back to her feet, he was on her, fangs extended, ready to do some biting and clawing of his own.

“You dare,” he hissed against her cheek, “to enter Nic’s home, to attack his chosen mate, his One.” He pulled back, and from her sudden stillness, he knew Chandra saw lightning and destruction in his gaze. “You could die for this insult, foolish female.”

“No!” Chandra raged in his hold, and Bas clamped down on her wrists. “There’s no such thing as some fairy tale One. And if there was, it wouldn’t be her. Not some useless human being.” Her eyes shone with tears, and with madness. “Nicky isn’t hers. He can’t be. He’s
mine.
”

*

Jenna stood, peering around the wall of Wolves in front of her and had the fleeting thought that this was as good as a night at the movies. If the blonde bitch hadn’t been calling her every filthy name she could think of, Jenna might even have been amused.

Somehow the Vampiress slipped one hand free, and Bas ducked as she tried to claw his face. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her to the floor again and spoke in a low, vicious hiss.

“You are going to leave this place now, Chandra. You will never return. You will not speak to or about Jenna; you will no longer be welcome at Club Smoke.” He shifted both of her hands to one of his, and grasped her chin, digging in with his nails when she resisted. “Do you understand me, Chandra? If you so much as raise an eyebrow in Jenna’s direction, I’ll take you before the Council, and petition to have you exiled.” The Vampiress writhed and squealed her rage. Bas had one last thing to say to her.

“But it won’t matter if you’re exiled. The first dirty look you send his One, Nic’ll rip your heart out with his bare hands.”

“You bastard,” Chandra’s voice had gone shrill, her beautiful face an ugly mask of hatred and disbelief. “What is wrong with all of you? Has she cast some kind of fucking spell over your cocks?”

Jenna’d, had about enough. She feinted to the right, and when the Wolves shifted to block her, she darted around to the left until she stood over where Bas held Chandra pinned to the floor. She wanted to feel sorry for the other woman. God knows she wouldn’t react well to another woman staking a claim on Nic. But looking into that venomous face, all she could summon up was disgust.

“Look,” she said firmly. “I’m sorry you believe that I stole Nic from you. But the truth is, he was never yours in the first place. If he’d loved you, even a little, he’d never have come to me.” Jenna almost wondered how she was in one piece. Chandra’s eyes sliced over her like razor blades. “Now get over it, and go away before you make things even worse for yourself.”

“You stupid bitch,” Chandra breathed. “This is
so
not over. I will destroy you for this, if it takes until the end of my life.” She narrowed her eyes on Jenna’s face. “And I will live a very long time, human.”

“Enough.” All eyes flew to Nic’s doorway where the healer stood, her tiny body dwarfed by everyone else in the room, but still managing to radiate pure power.

“Sebastian, remove yourself from her.” Bas jumped off of her and stood between the Kane and Abel, who were attempting to reform their protective wall around Jenna. She was having none of that. Nothing was going to stop her from seeing Elena deal with Chandra.

The Vampiress had risen to her feet and was smoothing her hair back and tugging at her postage-stamp of a skirt.

“Thank you so much, Elena,” she gushed as the healer approached. She cast a hate-filled look at Jenna. “Perhaps you can free our men from this human’s spell.” The healer gave her a pitying look. “You will listen to what you have been told, female. For too long now your vile little spirit has corrupted this community. No more. I myself have already convened the Council to discuss your expulsion. You are poison, Chandra, and must be removed before you infect anyone else with your selfishness.” Chandra’s ingratiating smile faded with each calm word from the diminutive healer.

By the time Elena finished speaking, Chandra’s hands had once again knotted into claws.

Jenna gasped in horror as, hissing, she lurched at the healer, clearly intent on raking her nails down her gently lined face.

The healer said nothing, her expression never changed. She simply raised one hand, palm out toward the rabid Vampiress, freezing her mid-lunge.

“You silly, stupid girl. Better than you have tried to best me and failed.” With her raised hand, Elena held Chandra enthralled. “Now, I am less compassionate than Sebastian. You have one hour to gather what belongings you can, and then leave this town.” Chandra’s face contorted, but she still could not speak or move.

“If you choose to defy me, you will not have to worry about Nicolas or the Council.” Those calm eyes spun dreamily with more power than Jenna could comprehend. “There will be no place in this world or any other where you can hide from me.” Elena made a flicking gesture with her upraised hand, and Chandra staggered. “Now, be gone with you.”

“You are all insane,” Chandra spat, stumbling to the door. “You can burn in hell, every one of you.” As the elevator doors closed her out of the room, Jenna and the surrounding Vampires and Weres all turned astonished eyes on Elena, who calmly turned and walked back into Nic’s bedroom.

* * * *

“I couldn’t get your doctor friend to come with us.” His usually mellow voice was dull with fatigue. Jenna sat on the floor by the couch, leaning her head on the cushion near his hip.

“There’s nothing you could have said to convince him,” she replied sadly. “He would never abandon Rowan, and even Erin, in that place.” She slanted him a curious look. “You seem more upset about leaving him behind than I’d expect. After all, you don’t know him. And he works for my father.”

Bas didn’t answer, and didn’t meet her eyes. After a moment he sighed and said,

“Aidan is missing; he never came out of your father’s house.” He ground the heels of his hands over his eyes, and Jenna could feel the misery he was trying to rub away.

Jenna swallowed back her own misery. There was simply no energy left for tears.

That damned Dragon. He’d tried like hell to get out of going on the rescue, but in the end he’d been there for his friends. For her. And his reward was to be trapped in the clutches of a man who would perform God-knows-what evil experiments on him.

“We’ll regroup and go after him. I called Remy while you were in the shower. The Dragon King,” he added at her puzzled frown. “Things are in motion.” He sighed again and dropped his hand to twine absently through her damp hair. “What a complete fuck up. I’m sorry we couldn’t find your sister.”

Jenna couldn’t stand the guilt in his voice. She thought that maybe Bas was the strongest of them all, but he was also the most sensitive. She recognized his weary expression, the hopeless guilt in his eyes, and leaned into his caress.

“Sebastian, you did all that could possibly be done.” She raised a hand to his jaw, compelling him to meet her eyes. “My father is an evil, corrupt son of a bitch. He doesn’t follow any rules but his own. There’s nothing for you to apologize for.” The hand in her hair lifted to cover hers. He gripped her hand hard, and she could practically feel him drawing strength from the clasp. “I’ll go back, Jenna. I swear to you I’ll go back, and I’ll bring them all out.”

“You absolutely will,” she agreed. “Just not tonight.” Jenna shifted to her knees beside the couch and folded back the sleeve of her robe. If she’d had any doubt about what she was about to do, the blind need in his eyes would have put it to a quick death.

“Tonight you need to rest, and to feed.” She offered him her wrist, and smiled when his eyes locked on the faint blue veins. “Take what you need, Sebastian.” Those stormy gray eyes snapped up to meet hers. “Not without Nic here,” he protested.

“Don’t be silly.” Honestly, for a man almost six hundred years old, he could certainly act dense. “What do you suppose Nic will say when he wakes up and discovers I didn’t take care of his Blood Brother?” When he still hesitated, she added, “Besides, who will drag the insane, jilted lovers off me if you’re faint with hunger?” Bas snorted, tried to choke it back, and then collapsed against the arm of the couch and let the laughter take him. Jenna sat back, grinning as some of the tension melted away from his face.

Bas sat up, Jenna’s cheek in one unsteady hand. “My brother is a lucky man. Thank you, Jenna.”

He took her hand in his and placed a tender kiss on her pulse point before sinking his teeth in. Jenna closed her eyes as Bas slowly drew nourishment from her. It wasn’t sexual, really, more nurturing. When he’d taken what he needed, he ran his tongue lightly over the punctures to start the healing process.

Jenna brushed her hand over his hair and gave his hand a little tug. “You can’t sleep here,” she chided him. “Go rest in the spare room. We’ll talk about our next step tomorrow night.”

Bas nodded, but he didn’t rise. Glancing down as she rose, Jenna saw the heavy length of his cock clearly outlined by the supple leather of his pants. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, she bid him a quick goodnight and slipped into Nic’s bedroom, where she curled around her lover to wait for him to wake.

The soft sigh of warm breath over his nipple lured Nic from sleep. He kept his eyes closed and just savored the thump of her heart against his ribs, and the knowledge they’d both escaped Stone’s compound alive. Or nearly so. The more alert he became, the more he remembered about the battle.

Reaching up with his free hand, he ran curious fingers over the slightly raised flesh where the two poison stakes had been removed. He thought he might have scars, and found the idea somehow satisfying. He’d fought for his woman. It was only right that he carry these scars as badges of honor.

Jenna shifted, muttering in her sleep, and he gathered her warm body closer. He smiled just a little when he realized they were both naked. Convenient. He drew his thumb over her lush lower lip, and she sighed. Her lips grazed his chest, and Nic hardened instantly.

Sliding his arm out from under her, he gently pulled the blankets away from her body. She glowed in the dim light. He drank in the sight of her, knowing he could spend a hundred years gazing at her and never tire of it. A sudden rush of urgency, delayed adrenalin, he supposed, grabbed him. All he knew for sure was that he needed her.

Needed to taste her and touch her and reassure himself she really was safe, and his, and that they were together.

His mouth watered as he took in the small patch of curls between her thighs. Pushing up to lean over her, he gently pried her legs apart. When she only mumbled some more, Nic chuckled to himself. Breathing in the sweet, spicy aroma of her sleepy arousal, he used his thumbs to split her plump lower lips open for his mouth. Leaning in, he swept his tongue from her clit to her entrance, gathering her sweet taste on his tongue.

Rich honey, spicy and satisfying exploded on his tongue. He moaned against her, and at the vibration she lifted her hips, pushing that blooming pussy harder against his mouth.

Nic was happy to oblige, lavishing small, feathery strokes teased the center of her pleasure, then moving his tongue downward, tracing tiny circles around her weeping opening.

“God, Nico, what are you doing,” she moaned. She didn’t open her eyes, merely reached down to tangle one hand in his long hair. He thought she might still be more asleep than awake as she wiggled in his hands.

“I am tasting my woman. Memorizing how sweet you are.” He laughed as her eyes popped open, and she gasped at the sensation of his warm breath puffing over her sensitive flesh.
Now
his One was awake. Giving her a wicked look, he bent his head and treated her to a luxurious stroke, then speared her soaked entrance, fucking her with his tongue until her hips thrust upward, begging for a deeper penetration.

“Oh God, Nico, don’t stop,” she gasped out as he delved even deeper into her honeyed depths.

“Open your legs for me, Jenna. Let me see you all wet and hot and waiting for me.” She immediately planted her feet on the bed and moved her knees wide apart for his viewing. It rocked him, the way she was so eager to please him. Even better, she was eager to let him please her. Her insecurities had melted away, and she’d become the fierce, strong Valkyrie he’d always known she could be.

She gave a low, sighing moan and wrapped her hand more tightly in his hair, pressing him harder against her pussy. He rolled his eyes up, needing to see her face, and got lost in her glowing gaze.

She reached down with her free hand and cupped one full breast. As he watched avidly, she squeezed the heavy globe, moving her fingers to pull at her nipple. With each teasing tug, she wriggled against his mouth a little more.

“Fuck, Jenna, I’m so hard for you.” His lips wrapped around her clitoris and sucked it deeply.

“Nico!” Her voice was a frantic cry, and she arched sharply into the caress.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he purred against her labia, blowing hot breath over her straining pussy. “Tell me, do you like it as much as I do when I eat you like this?” His tongue slid from her clit to her ass, rimming the small rosette.

She writhed against him, frantic moans ripping from her throat.