Xavier (Vampires in America #14) - D. B. Reynolds Page 0,3
now Xavier had arrived and blown a hole in his careful plan. Hah! The bastard didn’t know it yet, but Xavier was going to do more than just blow a hole in his fucking plan. Josep’s territory was his, had always been his. By rights, he should have challenged his Sire when it became plain that his own power was the greater. He’d delayed out of love and respect for Josep, but he owed nothing to anyone else.
Rising from his bed, he bathed quickly and went upstairs to enjoy a cup of tea while waiting for the others to wake. He needed blood after the previous night. Dios mio, he’d fought and killed—well, more or less fought when it came to that last one—three challengers. He needed to feed, and feed well, since this next night promised to be a repeat of the last.
It was almost an hour before the others managed to join him, but they were as eager to do some hunting as he was. They’d all dressed in their best, with a bit of borrowing from Xavier’s closet. The trousers were all too big, since Xavier was a much bigger man than most, but the shirts adjusted easily enough. A quick brush of the hair and they were all ready.
“Best luck for blood in this city is a society party,” Xavier said. “All those pretty virgins trapped in their papas’ houses, and eager for a bit of an evil romp.”
“Evil?” Chuy asked. “How’s that?”
“You were raised in the Church. You know we’re included in the devil’s pantheon. Lower than Lucifer himself, naturally.”
“Is lower better or worse? Seems to me the ranks in hell would have the worst, and thus the best evil at the bottom.”
Xavier and the others laughed as they strolled down the street, eyes on a brightly lit house just ahead, wide open and full of people who were spilling out into the cooler air in the yard.
“Allà hi aneu, gaudiu.” Xavier gestured at the crowd of well-dressed men and women, his own eye on a dark-haired beauty who was already casting her gaze his way. Ah, yes. That one was definitely ready for a taste of evil.
Twenty minutes later, he had the dark-haired, and as it turned out, dark-eyed beauty pressed up against a wall, deep in the shadows. She cried out when his fangs slid into her satiny skin and pierced her vein. But her cries soon turned to moans of pleasure when the erotic effect of his bite took hold, and sexual ecstasy took over her body. Xavier had one hand on her rounded, bare ass, and the other on the back of her neck while he slipped his stiff shaft into the silky wetness of her cony. There was no virginal bleeding. He’d have smelled it if there was. So this wasn’t the sweet thing’s first taste of evil. His beauty was a little bit bad. It made her blood all the sweeter.
She shuddered when her body squeezed his cock, the final temptation all that he needed to spill himself inside her. He wondered who’d deflowered her, and if he’d been a vampire. There was no need to worry about disease from a vamp, and no bebès either. Maybe she was smart enough to know that. It was an intriguing thought since he’d be in town for a while this time.
Once he’d finished with all these useless challenges, he’d have Josep’s estate to deal with. It would take months to transfer the official property records, and then there were his other assets, too many of which he’d have to seek out in order to claim. At some point, he’d no doubt throw up his hands and leave it. Josep’s wealth was too far flung. He wouldn’t have time for all of it. But there must be a clerk or two among the vampires in this city. He’d lay it all at their feet, while he worked on making a permanent home for his people. He’d claimed an old fortress several miles outside the city and intended to repair it sufficiently, so that he and the bulk of Barcelona’s vampires could move into it. It wouldn’t be much at first, but they were vampires. They had time.
“What’s your name, bellesa?”
“Immaculada,” she said, wrinkling her pretty nose.
Xavier smiled while he removed his cock from her heat and straightened his clothing. “And what do they call you?”
“Imma. No one calls me the other except my parents.”