"Good question. The vamp DNA actually seeks out and repairs defective human cells. The DNA is not replaced with yours, but modified and in many cases, perfected."
"But what does all this have to do with Sidheon?"
"When I took vampire cells and introduced Sidheon"s serum to them, it was obvious the cell was destroyed, but I didn"t know why. In a nutsh.e.l.l, Sidheon has found a way to somewhat undo the coding of vampire DNA."
"What exactly are you saying, Carin?" Alaana asked. Her face was pale and her mouth pinched tight. The woman knew bad news was coming and Carin didn"t particularly want to deliver it.
"I"m saying Sidheon has found a way to destroy vampirism. Notice, I said destroy, not reverse or for lack of better words, cure. His serum doesn"t turn vampires into humans sans vampire traits. He basically damages the vampire DNA, but instead of the cell remaining intact, it is totally destroyed."
Carin saw understanding dawn in the Matriarch"s eyes, but the woman"s brow was tightly knit as if she had trouble fathoming what was being said. "Okay," Carin continued, "it"s like this. A real vampire unused to walking in the daylight might develop a bad rash or a burn from bright, direct sun exposure until he can control the allergy, right? No blowing up, no death or frying to a crisp.
Well, picture one of the recent vampire movies where the vampire is exposed to the sun and literally disintegrates into a pile of ash. Then take a look at what Sidheon"s serum does."
She put a skin sample taken from Bix"s arm on a slide, introduced the rogue"s serum, and placed it under the microscope. She motioned Alaana forward to take a look, then stepped back. What the Elder saw made her draw back, her mouth tilted down and drawn into a tight line.
When she spoke, her voice was full of fury. "That son of a b.i.t.c.h. I hope my sons kick his a.s.s into a million pieces."
When Carin removed the slide from the microscope, the tiny skin sample was black as charcoal.
The cloth she used to clean the slide held nothing but ash.
Armed to the teeth and on high alert, every Full Seeker, Beta Seeker, and Iudex Judge on the property streamed into the command and surveillance center in the middle of the estate. Those still en route were conferenced in and the security plans for the duration of the Elders and clan members" stay were laid out in detail.
The perimeter defenses, security and alarms were all controlled from this building. In the central communications hub, huge screens imbedded in the walls showed every angle of both the inside and outside of the property, except for the Council Chambers and the private apartments of the residents. Complete with state-of-the-art, military grade computing systems and satellite imaging capability, vampire law enforcement could survey almost anyone and anything from this facility. The estate could also be transformed into a stronghold if they were to ever be discovered and subsequently hunted.
Deep in the middle of the command center was the Seeker"s private domain-several conference rooms surrounded by floor to ceiling gla.s.s. For today"s gathering, the gla.s.s walls became solid white and soundproof at the click of a b.u.t.ton.
As Alaan pointed out strategic points for emergency protocol on one of the large screens, Bix"s thoughts turned to his woman, as seemed to be the norm these days. It had taken Carin a whole hour to get him to donate some of his skin and blood to use as test samples when what he"d really wanted was some early morning p.u.s.s.y. But her eagerness to get to her martial arts and weapons training, and work up in her new labs all but spilled out of her. He"d finally relented so they could both begin their day.
Everyone was in place when the first clan members arrived. Bix made his way down to the main house and waited just off the huge half-circle driveway on the sprawling front porch with the Council, scores of Elders and Liaisons who"d landed ahead of their clan members. They represented every territory and country where vampires lived all over the world.
Bix and Alaan looked at each other and groaned out loud when a convoy of bright silver Hummer H3s stopped at the double iron gates to request entry. Glad Carin was up in her labs, Bix radioed down to the gate and granted entrance to the Clan Hatsept members.
The two Seekers growled in unison, "d.a.m.ned pimps."
Chapter Fifteen
The Council, Elders and clan members were briefed by Bix, Alaan and Carin in a series of meetings. All week, Carin had fallen into bed exhausted, asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Bix was thoroughly frustrated. The only thing that should have her too tired to move was making love with him.
By the end of the week all talks were concluded and a strategy for flushing out Sidheon was decided on. The next evening the Council chambers were cleared out and transformed into a tropical paradise. Quite a feat in the middle of winter in Montana"s Rocky Mountains.
A thick red carpet graced the center of the floor, creating a plush pathway to the steps of the Council"s dais. The large half-moon table, covered with a luxurious dark gray jacquard tablecloth, held the Council"s feast. Tables set up against just about every inch of the walls were covered with wines, punches, roasted and grilled beef and buffalo steaks, all kinds of fowl, and even lamb. A host of fresh salads, greens and fruit were sliced, diced and displayed to perfection. Even strawberries and honey melons, which were out of season, had been flown in for the event. The spread was quite impressive. Even if vampires had been incapable of eating food, the decadent chocolate silk mousse, kiwi tarts, rum cakes and sugared fruits were tempting enough to make anyone eat his fill anyway and deal with the consequences later.
A slew of sensuously dressed women from every Clan descended the curved double staircases for the festivities. But Bix only had eyes for one.
He spotted Carin the moment she appeared at the top of the left staircase. After his mouth stopped watering, he would have to remember to thank Alaana and her Serati Clan sisters for helping Carin find something to wear.
The spaghetti straps of the beaded royal blue A-line dress set off Carin"s cinnamon skin and showed off her strong physique. A single sparkling blue sapphire pendant hung around her neck and teased the top of the vee of the lush valley between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Matching studs sparkled on her dainty earlobes. Her hair was down tonight and fell in a riot of soft curls and twists that teased her shoulders. Accentuating her flat stomach and the flare of her curvy hips, the dress floated to her knees in a wisp of chiffon silk. But what did him in were her shoes. Strappy high-heeled sandals tied up her ankles with royal blue ribbon highlighted s.e.xy, shapely, strong legs. And held him there. Dayum!
Tameth walked by her side in a sophisticated black and silver affair. Cut low in the back, it allowed her exotic olive skin to peek through a thick fall of jet-black hair. Alaan watched intently while everyone close by watched Alaan watching Tameth. Once at the bottom of the stairs, Tameth eyed him boldly from head to toe. Bix grinned when his friend"s brow knit in a fierce scowl. When Alaan stalked away grumbling about women showing too much skin, Bix almost laughed outright.
Then Carin was there.
His hackles rose when he noticed his eyes weren"t the only ones following his dark-skinned beauty down those d.a.m.ned steps. Every unmated male vamp eyeballed his woman. He met her at the bottom of the staircase along with a dozen other males, all holding out a hand to help her down the last step.
Shouldering the poachers out of the way, Bix snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her up against his side. He snarled from one vamp to the next, fangs bared. A direct challenge to any who dared dispute his claim.
"Bix, cut it out," she hissed. The woman tried to suppress a smile at his possessiveness but did a p.i.s.s-poor job of it.
"You"re supposed to be good tonight, Bix, so stop scaring the straights."
Was that a chuckle he heard trickling down the bond?
"Mine," he growled into her thoughts.
"Yours? Well, maybe. Maybe not," she teased. Easing away, Carin looked back at him over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. The woman left him standing there and slipped away to the high dais to greet Alaana. Her hips swayed sensuously and her delicious a.s.s winked at him as she went.
"d.a.m.ned woman," he muttered to himself.
"Amen," Alaan grumbled, returning silently to Bix"s side.
Carin was amused at her current conversation. These boys were fine as h.e.l.l with some serious pick-up lines. All of them looked related to the vamp who"d p.i.s.sed Bix off when the Council had come to see her. Every one of their heads was stark white, some straight, some curly, some loc"d.
The thick burgundy drapes were pulled back to allow the moonlight to glow through the crystal floor-to-ceiling windows along one whole wall of the ballroom. The lunar beams cast a bluish sheen on their gorgeous heads, surrounding them with the illusion of faerie dust. Too self-a.s.sured by half, their athletic, muscular bodies and devilish good looks ran the gamut from ruggedly handsome to male model chic. All were dressed to the nines in cla.s.sic black. None of them bothered to sheathe their fangs. Of course she wasn"t interested, but any woman worth her salt would flirt at least a little bit under such yummy circ.u.mstances.
"You are a beautiful woman with a body made for hot, sweaty s.e.x. If you"re good, perhaps I"ll take you to mate," said one Armani-clad Hatsept.
"Or perhaps you will partner me. My c.o.c.k is much more decadent than my cousin here.
Besides, he already has three mates." This from a vamp with such a thick head of hair she was almost jealous. d.a.m.n, a woman would kill for hair like that.
"Yes, but my tongue is more talented," said yet another gorgeous white-loc"d vamp, "so may I have this dance?"
Before Carin could open her mouth to turn them down tactfully, her arm was wrapped around a tense, bulging forearm. She didn"t have to turn around to know who it was. She"d recognize that soul-stirring growl anywhere.
"This woman is taken, Hatsept."
"Says who?" challenged all three b-e-a-utiful vamps.
"Says me. Keep f.u.c.king with my woman and I"ll stomp a mud hole in your pasty-faced a.s.s."
"Bix, don"t you dare start a fight," Carin demanded with an exasperated, there"s-too-much- testosterone-in-the-room sigh. But Bix didn"t seem to be listening. When his and the bad boys"
fangs extended to movie-like proportions, she pinched him hard on the inside of his biceps and scowled for all she was worth.
"d.a.m.n it, Bix, I mean it. You start a fight and I"m outta here. Now let"s dance." In the end, she had to grab a good chunk of his a.s.s to get his attention. He turned on her with a snarl. Did she care? Not b.l.o.o.d.y likely.
"You snarling at me? Don"t make me kick your a.s.s up in here, Jon Bixler." She was royally bluffing and inwardly relieved when a thoroughly amused smile spread across his face. "d.a.m.n, boys, my woman has more b.a.l.l.s than all three of you." He laughed, took her by the waist and led her onto the dance floor.
The music was hip and loud, just the way she liked it. And tonight was for getting her groove on. Carin hadn"t had this much fun in ages, but she was a new woman-energized, s.e.xy, full of pa.s.sion. A new zest for life, rather than fear of death, expressed itself in her movements to the funky beat of the music. She placed her hand on Bix"s chest and traced a line about his body as she danced around him. Finally, she settled with her back to his and bent her knees to the beat, sliding her body up and down and back and forth against his. She danced with Bix until a light sheen of sweat covered her arms and put a shine on the skin underneath her sapphire jewels at the vee of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, tempting her lover"s eyes to stray to the tease of cleavage.
Oh, this was soooo much fun. Then the lights dimmed and a slow song began. The words were sensual, the beat sultry. Bix moved in close. She looked up into his beautiful gray eyes and gulped.
A heady combination of love and l.u.s.t stared back at her. The pit of her belly danced wildly. Oh goodness. She was in trouble.
It started tame enough when Bix pulled her close and placed a chaste kiss on the side of her temple, which barely reached his shoulder. But then he dipped his head again, this time blatantly inhaling the scent of her hair. His arms tightened around her body and one strong hand dipped low to graze the globe of her left cheek, sending a sizzle down her a.s.s. The other hand discreetly played with the side of her breast. She couldn"t keep her breathing even.
"Kiss me, Bix," she whispered fiercely, tilting her head up with eyes closed. She knew he"d give her what she asked for. No need to look. Just feel. Bix would take care of her. She felt his mouth move towards her, but he didn"t meet her lips. Instead he tipped her chin up more and licked the side of her neck, from her pulse point up to her ear.
The intense answering ripple in her womb almost made her forget to erect a psychic shield.
"Oh d.a.m.n, that was nasty. Do it again."
Bix gave her another hot swipe of his wet tongue along her sensitive skin. She shivered as her head fell back. Her skin felt much too tight and her body grew hotter by the second. She barely registered the crooning of the music in the background as she reached into his tailored jacket, grabbed two fists full of his shirt and held on under a sensual a.s.sault that almost bent her over backward. Moisture gathered at the entrance of her channel and even she could smell her arousal waft up from between her thighs. Finally, he captured her lips. Bix started growling again, but for a whole new set of reasons, all of which she agreed with wholeheartedly.
"I can smell you, baby. Makes me want to go down on my knees and bury my head under your dress right here in the middle of this dance floor."
Lord knows she wanted nothing more than to find a dark corner, flip up her skirt and let him have at it. A primal need rose up in her, a need for him to take her. To make her his in every way.
Forever. Her kneecaps quivered and she spoke to them. Don"t you dare dump me on my a.s.s. Stand firm, girl, stand firm.
"Firm? I"ve got something firm for you, baby," Bix whispered into her head and pressed his long, swollen ridge of flesh firmly against her belly.
Her shield dropped like a stone. Bix, along with a horde of other h.o.r.n.y vamps, heard her telepathic scream. "Oh, Bix, I"m yours, baby. Please... Oh G.o.d, bite me."
He looked directly into her eyes, fangs clearly visible. "Are you sure, Carin? There"s no going back if we do this."
She rubbed feverishly against him, trying to do her best to look like she was still dancing rather than humping against his leg. "Yes, I"m sure, Bix. I"m yours, and you"re mine. I can"t imagine being with anyone else or sharing you with anyone else. Ever."
"The mating is to bind you to me, not the other way around," Bix said firmly, all smug Seeker confidence.
Alpha to the bone, arrogant and self-a.s.sured. And right now, she didn"t give a rat"s a.s.s. "So you say, d.a.m.n it. You"re mine."
She knew she could be a stubborn b.i.t.c.h on wheels, but this man was going to be wholly and completely hers and love it. Even if she had to kill him. Her breathing hitched with antic.i.p.ation as he lowered his head to the sweet pulse on her neck. She could feel his fangs aching fiercely, his need to bite so strong, her gums tingled. So powerful it burned from where his mouth touched her down to the little hairs on her toes. He rubbed his incisors against her tender skin.
A sharp voice cut through the fog of l.u.s.t and need.
"Bix and Carin, please join me on the dais." Alaana Serati stood there, calling to them. "And no necking on the dance floor for you two. We will do this according to tradition." Then she smiled at Bix"s grimace at having his love play interrupted.
"d.a.m.n, her timing sucks," Carin growled into his chest.
Bix unwrapped his arms from around Carin"s lush, ready body and chuckled. He didn"t bother mentioning there hadn"t been a formal, traditional mating in front of the whole V.C.O.E. and all the Clans in...h.e.l.l, he couldn"t remember how long.
Hand in hand, they followed the Matriarch to the raised dais and up the steps onto the platform, leaving the throng of bodies, some dancing, some necking, below. The second the Council rose from their seats the music stopped. Bix bowed low and Carin curtseyed to show their respect to the Elders, then turned to face the crowd as the lights came up to reveal a number of vamps in various stages of undress.
Alaana"s voice rang clear over the hushed ma.s.s. "Jon Bixler, Seeker of the Vampire Council of Ethics, son of Clan Vanett, and adopted son of Clan Serati. While this gathering is to show the clan"s solidarity in eliminating the threat to our species by the rogue Aleth Sidheon, we also wish to acknowledge the finding of your mate and bondmate, Dr. Carinian Derrickson."
After a short round of applause, whistles and well wishes, Alaana continued. "Do the Elders of Clans Serati, Vigee, Li and Sewelle recognize the mating of Seeker Bixler and Carinian?" Each Elder named called out in the affirmative with a vocal "We do" as did each Elder for Clans Akicit, Hatsept, Rolle, Vanett, Bourek and Kraig. All ten clan Elders agreed, which was a miracle in and of itself.
Bix smiled down at Carin"s radiant face as the crowd clapped and hooted again. All except the bad boys of Clan Hatsept. It took those white-haired players a minute to clap along with the rest of the clan body since it was apparent that Carin wasn"t available for ravishing.
"Seeker Jon Bixler, Dr. Carinian Derrickson, we the Elders of the vampire clans recognize not only your mating, but your bonding as well. We wish you goodly success. Bix, you may now take your bondmate."
His fangs lengthened and gleamed under the bright lights. Carin already had some of his blood in her, but to complete the bond he needed to feed from her. To take care of her part of the ancient ceremony, he bit into the fleshy part of his forearm and held it up to her. He smiled when she didn"t hesitate to take his blood. He could feel the pull of her lips down to his throbbing c.o.c.k, which he didn"t bother trying to hide.
Turned on by taking his blood, she slid her tongue over her lips to capture every precious drop when she was through. His gaze followed the little pink organ from one side of her beautiful mouth to the other. Her expression was downright dreamy when she looked up at him, deliberately projecting her love-not just to him, but to everyone within psychic hearing distance. She let her head fall sideways and gave him as much room as he needed to lay it on her.
He gathered her close and positioned her so every vampire on the ballroom floor below could see what he was about. When the first drop of her sweet blood touched his tongue, his knees almost buckled from the concentration of energy flashing through his body. It was like drinking fire laced with lightning. Addicting. Arousing. When she moaned and clawed at his arms, he pulled back, thinking she was in pain. "Oh Lord, don"t stop. More," she cried, trying to pull him back to the column of her throat.
Instead he licked the wound to capture the slowly oozing trail of blood, swung her up into his arms and strode out of the ballroom. He didn"t stop until they were in his apartments.
He stormed into the apartment and kicked the door shut behind them. They made it as far as the living room.
Carin landed in the middle of the plush cushions with a bounce. Her thighs fell open to reveal a slip of a thong. The little piece of enticement was his favorite color and his favorite flavor lay just underneath it. Carin. She raised one leg and let it drape over the back of the couch. Her hands traveled over sheer thigh-high stockings, over the soft chiffon bunched at her waist and up to silk- covered b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
The heady scent of her arousal filled the room. Bix licked his lips, stepped away from her luscious body and stripped faster than even he thought possible. His jaw tightened along with the rest of his body, as he avidly tracked the movement of his woman"s fingers as she stroked swollen, heavy b.r.e.a.s.t.s with one hand. She lifted the other hand and her firm, full lips wrapped around a finger, then two.
Bix"s skin felt stretched too tight over muscle and bone when her pink tongue came out to play.
No tentative display of just the tip, but the entire length of Carin"s hot, wet tongue stroked up and down her fingers as if she were trying to swallow them.
His fingers encircled his erection and stroked it in rhythm with her fierce sucking. He closed his eyes a moment and let his head fall back on a groan, imagining her taking him just like that, deep in her mouth until he touched the back of her throat.
When he looked at her again, her eyes were hard and hungry. But she wasn"t watching his face. Her focus was riveted on his hand stroking the length of his c.o.c.k, up and down, then smoothing up and over the deep purple head, down along the pulsing shaft, and back again.
She moaned his name and his feet moved as if the very strings of her sultry voice wrapped around and pulled him, spirit, soul and body.