Meeting Destiny; Lachlan’s Story (Annalese and the Immortals) by Annie Buff Page A

later: Nico.
    “Hello all! Miss me?” Nico was still grinning. Geez, did he ever not do that? He motioned to the van outside. “I came bearing gifts.” His two goons dragged Percy, still bleeding, from the cargo van.
    “Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch! How?” Vlad needed to know. “And why is he bloody?”
    “Oh that. He tripped.” Nico just kept grinning. “He was caught trying to drain a very close friend of mine not in my territory! Oh, this may come in very handy.” He handed Vlad a satchel. Inside were a dozen syringes filled with liquid silver.
    “Damn, Nico. I think I love you.” Vlad was doing his evil grin.
    “Oh Lach, I hear you took a mate. Congrats, man!”
    Lachlan nodded. “Aye, thank ye, but she took me, made me a verra happy man. Would ye like to meet her?”
    “Hell yes, I’ve got to see. Mehmet told me she’s gorgeous!”
    “Aye, she is.” Lachlan closed his eyes “Angel, can ye come to the library? Someone wants to meet ye.”
    She appeared in less than a minute. “Hey, fang boy,” she said as she nuzzled his neck while he wrapped her in an enormous hug.
    “What were ye doing, angel? I missed ye!”
    “Oh, helping Gary figure things out. Nothing that can’t wait. Did you want me for something?”
    This time it was her turn for a grin—a very naughty one.
    “Oh, angel,” Lachlan nipped her ear. “Always. But we have a guest. Nico Angelov, meet me mate, Annalese McCain Tepes.”
    Annalese reached out to shake his hand, and she was hit so hard, she stumbled back. “Um, nice to meet you.”
    “Angel?” Lachlan had a worried look.
    “Oh Annalese,” Vlad spoke. “I should have warned you, I didn’t think it would happen unless you were trying. Forgive me.”
    “It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting all that.”
    Nico was lost. “OK guys, I’m lost here. What the fuck just happened?”
    “Me angel, she’s an empath. And when she touched ye—”
    Lachlan was cut off by Nico. “She saw things she shouldn’t have, right?”
    “Aye, and it was unexpected.” Lachlan still held tight to his mate.
    “Well, Ms. Annalese, I am truly sorry for what happened. My world can be, uh, challenging and one must adapt or be overrun. But I must say, damn! McCain, how did you ever manage to get such a stunning woman to mate your ugly ass?” Nico chuckled.
    Mehmet stepped in. “Lach, maybe you should take your mate upstairs. We have a package to handle, remember?”
    “Aye,” Lach scooped her up with a very naughty grin of his own. Two by two, he took the stairs, Lese wrapped in his arms.
    The men headed down with Percy in tow.
    “Lachlan, don’t you have a guest?”
    “Aye, Vlad will handle Nico, I’m hungry angel.”
    “Oh,” she bared her neck, and he wrapped his arms back around her, his tongue tracing her ear. “Aye, angel, me hunger ‘tis not blood. I want ye. Canna ye feel it, Lese? I’m so hard, I may hurt myself. Didna want to share me hard-on with them, only you, angel. What you did the other night when ye were touching me, please do that again.”
    She complied. She slowly pulled the belt from his jeans with a smile, then the opened the button. She deliberately went slowly. She knew exactly what her mate wanted, and she gave it to him. But it was fun to watch him try to breathe while she slowly, almost painfully, undressed him. Her fingers found his zipper. As she lowered it, he hissed.
    “Oh fuck, angel, please.”
    She peeled his jeans off. He had already kicked out of his shoes. One thumb on each side of him, she carefully relieved him of his boxers, the giant erection jutting out begging to be touched. She slowly went to her knees. Lips just an inch from the glistening head, she just breathed on it.
    “Aye. Christ on toast, angel, touch me.” He choked out the words. Her tongue gently lapped his slit where a drop of his seed had formed, then swirling all around the head she grabbed his throbbing shaft and took him in her mouth. Lachlan spoke in some sort of