Cunningham, Pat - Legacy [Sequel to Belonging] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Pat Cunningham Page A

feeding on the others, yeah. But a whole flock bingeing on bat blood? Wouldn’t work. They’d turn on each other the minute they got hungry.” Shit. He couldn’t think straight, not with her up there, so close, so compelling. He wanted to charge upstairs, kick the door down, throw himself on top of her, and let animal instinct take over. He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. Cooler heads were needed here, and smarter brains than his. “Okay, my tank’s empty. I say we bring in Annie and Gus.”
    “I agree. I’ll call Gus tomorrow and tell him what’s going on. Maybe he’ll have some ideas.”
    “Hope so.” Christ, this wasn’t cutting it. He had to get out of here, away from the chick and her siren scent. “I’m going to check outside her apartment again. Maybe I can back trail the asshole. If a flock’s trying to build up a blood lust harem, somebody might know something. I’ll ask around. In the meantime…”
    He noticed how Jeremy’s stare had drifted upward to the ceiling and the bedroom beyond it. And him a marked man and everything. Even asleep her power called to any male within reach. That power was going to get her killed, or a whole lot worse than killed. Wallace’s hand tightened into a fist. Not while I’m…well, semi-alive.
    “If I was you,” he said, “I’d quit screwing around. I’d fuck that girl the second you get the chance.”
    Jeremy wrenched his stare off the ceiling and back to Wallace’s face. “Excuse me?”
    “You heard me. You want her, she wants you. You’re going to drive yourselves bugfuck if you keep dancing around it. The sooner you two scratch your itch, the sooner we can all get back to business.”
    Jeremy’s mouth quirked upward. “I thought you didn’t share.”
    “Not with men, no. Chicks are a whole different story.” That chick up there was a hefty volume all by herself. Hell, she was a goddamn trilogy. He swore he could smell her right through the ceiling. Dammit, he wanted to fidget, and he hated fidgety people. “I won’t lie to you, Scarecrow. I wouldn’t say no to a roll with her either. I wonder if she’s into threesomes?”
    “You are such a slut.”
    “And you love every minute of it. I better get a move on. Nighttime’s wasting.”
    “Like that?”
    Wallace didn’t even bother to follow Jeremy’s gaze. He was all too aware of his massive hard-on. Once he got away from the chick he was pretty sure it would wilt on its own. Eventually.
    “Can’t have that,” Jeremy murmured. He crossed to Wallace and knelt before him. His fingers deftly undid the snap at the top of the vampire’s jeans and eased the zipper down. Wallace’s heavy cock leaped to freedom, hot and ready for action.
    Jeremy took Wallace’s cock into his hand. Wallace shivered at his lover’s familiar, expert touch. “What the hell are you doing?”
    Jeremy grinned up at him. “What you ordered me to, remember?” He flicked his tongue over Wallace’s already leaking head. “Colleen’s had enough shocks tonight. We wouldn’t want to scare her with this. Now hold still while I make you presentable. It’s my duty as a good slave, y’know.”
    His lips closed around Wallace’s penis and started to move. Wallace gasped and fisted his hands in Jeremy’s shaggy hair. “Uh…okay then, slave. Carry on.”

Chapter 6

    Colleen’s dreams, like sleep, came on her in fits and pendulumed between restful and disturbing with all shades in between. Spurred on by events and adrenaline, her subconscious mind made mockery of her efforts at denial, and stripped away her protective layers to bring her memories into high-def clarity.
    Once again an eight-year-old, she wandered the grounds of the Woods and the Waters with her playmates. Their mothers drifted by with vague, dreamy smiles on their faces. High as kites, the adult perception of Little Kid Colleen whispered scathingly.
    Colleen looked around. Where were the men? The daddies? Children had daddies as well as