He tugged off his jeans and stretched out near her and tugged her to his side. Resting her cheek against his chest, she closed her eyes and placed her hand on his hip. She must have been more tired than she'd realized, since she fell asleep almost immediately.

Seraphim listened to the steady rhythm of her heart as his eyes fixed on a crack of light between the curtains and the window. The sun must have risen to its full height by now. He scarcely remembered the time when he'd been afraid to walk by day. Like many vampires, his parents had been severely allergic to sunlight. They'd logically a.s.sumed Seraphim would be the same. He was hundreds of years old before he gathered the courage to see for himself. Though he hadn't blistered in agony at the touch of sunlight, it had taken him years to build up enough tolerance to walk comfortably by day. Such a skill was a valuable tool for his kind-one so many fools were too lazy to develop. He'd been surprised when Vincent joined him in the daylight. From what he remembered, Vincent had always abhorred sunlight. Anything that added to his own discomfort was never welcome. It still amazed him that Vincent had found the courage to finally oppose the First Father and help Adam Lindsay take his rightful place as the Network leader.

Seraphim allowed his eyes to close halfway. The room blurred as sleep finally claimed him.

Chapter Six.

"So what do you think of this place?" Trixie asked as Vincent closed the door of their room behind them.

He shrugged. "It might be cool if everyone wasn't putting on a big s.h.i.t att.i.tude."

"And you seem to be doing the best job of anyone." Trixie grinned, slipping her arms around his neck.

"I think you actually like it."

In response, she kissed him, her soft, plump lips moving against his before her tongue slipped into his mouth for a complete exploration.

"As much as I'd love to stay here and f.u.c.k the s.h.i.t out of you, we should check this place out while it's daylight," Vincent growled in her ear and slapped her firm b.u.t.tocks. "We can play later, baby."

"d.a.m.n straight." Trixie whispered against his lips. When he tried to kiss her, she slipped from his arms and winked at him over her shoulder.

He watched, his c.o.c.k stirring, as she undressed and pulled on black drawstring pants and a tank top that revealed every delicious curve of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She didn't bother with a bra, and her plump nipples poked against the spandex.

"You know," she shook her head in apparent disbelief, "Seraphim has the biggest d.i.c.k I've ever seen."

"Hey!" He grasped her upper arm. "I don't want any wife of mine fantasizing about another man's p.e.c.k.e.r."

"I'm not fantasizing, Vikenti. Just observing."

"Yeah, well, I know all about the size of his d.i.c.k. Anyone unlucky enough to see him swimming knows about it."

"Unlucky?" she grinned.

"Eh!"

"Don't worry. Your above average c.o.c.k is perfect for me." She clung to his neck, thrusting her pelvis against his. "After seeing Seraphim, though, I've got a h.e.l.luva lot more respect for that mortal he's with."

Vincent grunted and disentangled himself from her. He didn't bother with a shirt, just exchanged his shorts for sweatpants and headed for the door. "Let's go."

"Wait. Before we go, aren't you going to tell me about what happened between you and Seraphim all those years ago?"

"Not now. Let's check out the house first."

"You promised!" She folded her arms across her chest.

"I will, baby." He kissed her cheek. "We just have to get down to business first." In the hall, she grasped one of his hard a.s.s cheeks and sank her claws in. Quit it, Trix. I mean it.

She purred, but released him and led the way downstairs. The hall and dining room were empty, as was the library. Several hybrid servants prepared meals in the kitchen while two human maids giggled in the corner, sucking each other's nipples.

"And they say our kind are whacked," Vincent muttered under his breath.

Trixie chucked, and they made their way to the lowest level of the mansion. They pa.s.sed the pool and glanced into a weight room. While Trixie approached the dumbbells, Vincent wandered to a door at the south corner of the room. He nodded in appreciation. The ceiling must have extended four floors, two ropes dangling from it. There were parallel bars, a tall concrete wall, perfect for Immaculates to practice climbing with claws alone. His eyes fixed on a trampoline in the center of the floor.

"Hey," he called to Trixie, "check this out."

She replaced the dumbbells she'd been curling with and approached, gazing in.

"Wow," she stepped inside, "this is great."

"Look here." Vincent approached the trampoline and jumped on, bouncing. "I always loved these things. Yo." He leapt and landed in a sitting position, then placed an arm behind his head like he was reclining and bounced.

Trixie folded her arms across her chest, a half-amused, half-disgusted smile on her lips. "Will you get off that thing."

He leapt onto the floor, landing in a crouch. "Hey, I have an idea." "I'm almost afraid to ask."

"You should be. Come here." He snaked one arm around her waist and used his free hand to jerk up her tank top.

"What the f.u.c.k are you doing?" she demanded, trying to pull away.

"Get those clothes off, Baroness."

"You've cracked up altogether, haven't you?"

He took her earlobe in his teeth and ran his tongue over it. Come on, baby. I need some.

"Here?"

"Now."

Trixie glanced around the room to ensure they were alone.

"I must be crazy," she muttered, undressing and tossing her clothes aside.

Vincent pulled off his pants and grasped her hand, guiding her to the parallel bars.

"Lean on those," he ordered.

"What for?"

"Trust me."

She grasped one of the bars as he knelt in front of her and buried his face in her pubic hair. Vincent closed his eyes, enjoying her scent and taste as his tongue lapped her c.l.i.t and parted the delicate folds of moist flesh before thrusting inside her.

"Oh!" Trixie gasped, spreading her legs wider.

Vincent's belly clenched with excitement. d.a.m.n, she was the hottest b.i.t.c.h he'd ever known! He continued licking and nipping her c.l.i.t and exploring her c.u.n.t, every now and then rubbing his beard against her inner thighs. His attack was forceful and prolonged, driving her to o.r.g.a.s.m after o.r.g.a.s.m. Even clutching the bar, she began to sink in pleasure, so Vincent grasped her waist and held her upright while his mouth devoured her.

"Oh, G.o.d, Vin-Vikenti! Ah!" Her voice was almost a shriek.

Vincent's c.o.c.k felt ready to explode. His heart pounded as he stood suddenly and jerked her into his arms.

"What now?" she panted, her arms around his neck, her pa.s.sion-blurred eyes on his.

"Jump on me," he growled. She did as he asked without hesitation, her long, muscular legs tight around his waist, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s crushed to his chest as she clung to him. Vincent grasped her a.s.s with one hand while he used his other to guide his c.o.c.k into her hot, wet c.u.n.t.

"d.a.m.n," he panted. "You feel so f.u.c.kin' good."

"Yeah," she breathed, moving her hips in an attempt to heighten the pleasure.

"Look here," Vincent said, falling backwards onto the trampoline. He rolled until he was atop her and began thrusting as the trampoline bounced. Trixie giggled, the sound oddly arousing. He wrapped his arms around her and bounced them to a standing position. He bounced and ground his hips against hers at the same time.

He fell backwards so she landed on top of him, their bodies still fused. Trixie grasped his pecs and pushed, indicating she wanted him to remain on his back. He allowed her to take the lead for a while, his eyes fixed on her large, rose-tipped b.r.e.a.s.t.s as they bounced while she rode him like a jockey pa.s.sing the Kentucky Derby finish line. Suddenly she leaned over him and he caught one of her nipples in his teeth, biting deeply. She shrieked, a pa.s.sion-crazed sound. Vincent groaned, every muscle tensing as he rammed his hips upward and burst inside her.

"Oh, yo!" he panted. "Baby, oh, baby."

He rolled her onto her back, his c.o.c.k rock hard again as he continued drinking from her pierced nipple. The best thing about being Immaculate: never having to wait between hard-ons.

"I like the trampoline," she whispered, holding him close and stroking his shoulders and back.

Vincent lifted his face, licking blood from his lips, and smiled at her. "Yeah, it's the bomb. I've got another idea."

"What?" Her face brightened with antic.i.p.ation and Vincent kissed her mouth before leaving the trampoline and heading back to the parallel bars.

She followed, looking gorgeous with her hair in disarray, her green eyes glowing with vampiric l.u.s.t, and her entire body flushed prettily from lovemaking.

Vincent indicated they both should stand between the bars, close together. He told her to jump on him and he positioned them until he was, again, deep inside her.

"Hold the bars," he stated, doing the same as he swung his ankles onto them as well, thrusting her forward. She clutched the bars on each side of his ribs. As he lifted his hips upward, she ground hers down.

He grunted and she moaned, leaning forward and sinking her teeth into his neck. She ran her tongue over the straining cords and lapped. The ripples of her o.r.g.a.s.m combined with the taste of her blood still on his lips brought on his own climax. For a moment he nearly lost his grip on the bars and sent them both crashing to the mat beneath.

"Oooh," Trixie breathed as they disentangled and dropped to their feet. "That was soooo intense!"

"That's why they say the older the better, baby." Vincent flexed his chest and picked up her clothes, handing them to her, before reaching for his own pants.

They'd just finished dressing when Sir Edward, draped in a blue silk robe, stepped through the door.

The hybrid host smiled. "I thought I heard someone in here. I couldn't sleep and was on my way to the garden for a walk."

"We were just.. .working out," Trixie explained.

"Yes." Sir Edward's smile broadened. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Indubitably," Vincent replied with dignity. He sensed Trixie's amus.e.m.e.nt and resisted the urge to laugh aloud.

"Would you care to join me in the garden?" Sir Edward asked.

"Yes," Trixie said. "I didn't spend nearly enough time there earlier, and I'd love to enjoy it again with our host."

Nice going, Trix, Vincent thought. Maybe h.e.l.l give us a look at the Flower. It can't hurt to try, she replied. Nothing hurts to try.

As we just discovered. She glanced toward the trampoline as they followed Sir Edward out of the room.

Stepping into the garden, Vincent was again struck by its beauty.

"This is my favorite room," Sir Edward said. "Unfortunately, it's also the most difficult to keep. I have a very skilled gardening consultant. If not for him, this place wouldn't exist."

"I hope you pay him well."

"My success is his."

"Generous of you," Vincent said.

Trixie pointed out several exotic plants and asked their names. For each, Sir Edward gave a brief history and Vincent resisted the urge to yawn. Botany was not his thing.

While Trixie questioned Sir Edward, Vincent wandered off, exploring every plant, tree, and flower but seeing nothing that looked unearthly.

After over an hour of wandering, he returned to Trixie and Sir Edward. "I think it's time we retired, darling."

Trixie glanced at him. "Of course. We'll see you this evening, Sir Edward."

"Sleep well, Baroness." Sir Edward nodded at Vincent. "Mr. Valeric"

Vincent grasped Trixie's hand as they made their way up the stairs to their room.

An animalistic cry sounded behind one of the doors, causing the couple to pause. It hadn't been one of the usual pleasure shrieks that seemed to echo constantly day and night from behind closed doors. This was a cry of pain and rage-and the voice was familiar.

"Sounds like someone's kinkier than we are," Trixie murmured.

Vincent shook his head and paused outside the door from which the cry had come. He lifted his hand as if to knock, then changed his mind upon hearing soft voices inside.

"What is it?" Trixie asked.

"Nothing."

"That's Seraphim and Hannah's room."

"I know." He continued down the hall to their own bedroom.

Okay, Dilorenzo, Trixie's thoughts struck him as they stepped inside and locked the door. Tell me what's up with Seraphim. What are you to each other?

"You ain't gonna like this." Vincent leaned a shoulder against the wall. "h.e.l.l, I don't like it."