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  “Then, you are in for a treat,” the hostess enthused. “Our pastry chef is the best in Louisiana.”

  “Wonderful.”

  “I leave you in good hands,” Marguerite said with a polite bow before walking away.

  Bishop watched her walk to the kitchen. She had a perfect, plump ass. The sway of her hips wouldn’t allow him to look away if he wanted to. When she disappeared behind the door, Bishop took his seat and turned to Beth.

  “Finish your food, mon chéri. You’ll need your strength.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, turning her attention to the remaining food on her plate.

  Beth was a sweet girl, a little naïve and very overeager, but still sweet. She was quite beautiful and her blood was like a perfectly aged Chateau Laffite. The jealousy that flashed in Marguerite’s eyes when she looked at her was gratifying. It could only mean one thing... she wanted him too.

  Chapter Nine

  MARGO

  Margo flung her bag over her shoulder and pushed open the kitchen exit. It was dark, but the parking lot was well lit. Bright enough to see the tall, blonde drink of water leaning against her car.

  “You’ve been out here since dinner?”

  “Oui, waiting for you.”

  “Why?”

  “I wanted to invite you to a welcome gathering in my honor. It’s Saturday.”

  Margo pushed the button that opened the trunk and walked around to the back of the car.

  “Didn’t you just have a party?”

  Bishop smiled and pulled the bag from her shoulder. He had a beautiful smile. It was deceivingly sweet. So much so, she’d almost forgotten just how dangerous he was. He put her bag in the trunk and closed it.

  “That wasn’t a party. That was an after-dinner gathering.”

  “Wow. Some gathering. Where’s your entourage?”

  “Sent them home. I guess I’m going to need a ride.”

  Margo’s glared at him through narrowed eyes. “Why would you do that?”

  Bishop grinned and walked over to the driver’s side. Margo pushed the fob to unlock the door, then he opened it for her. When she got in, he walked around to the passenger side and peered into her tiny BMW. She doubted that he would even fit and noticed his hesitancy. Maybe he doubted it too.

  Margo watched him stuff his big body inside. She laughed at the sight of his knees pushing against the glove compartment.

  “This is funny?” he asked with a frown.

  Margo covered her mouth to muffle her laughter and nodded. Bishop slid his hand down the side and moved the seat as far as it would go back. He had some room; very little, but some. He yanked the door closed and looked over at her.

  “A car accident can’t kill me. So, I won’t even bother trying to put on this seatbelt.”

  “Unless you get decapitated,” she mumbled under her breath. “So, why did you send your people away?”

  Bishop twisted in the small bucket seat.

  “So, that I can be alone with you... ask you to be my date.”

  Margo looked over at him with a wrinkled brow. She wasn’t expecting that.

  “What about Beth?”

  “She’ll be there as well.”

  Margo started the car, shifted into drive, and took off.

  “Well?” Bishop pushed.

  “Well, what? You already have a date.”

  “You’ll be my date. Beth will be an attendee. She’ll be there to give me something that I’m positive you won’t.”

  Margo shook her head.

  “I don’t know how shit works in France, but here in The Big Easy, you don’t invite a woman to an event where you already have standby pussy.”

  “I don’t like it when you use that language.”

  She opened her mouth to say, “so what” but thought better of it.

  “Marguerite, Beth gives me her blood. That’s all. I need blood to survive. Are you willing to give me yours?”

  “Nope.”

  “I assumed,” he grumbled. “So, I’ll pick you up at 6.”

  GIDEON

  “Good evening, Mr. Toussaint,”

  “Helen, good evening.”

  “Your brother is waiting at the bar.”

  “Thank you.”

  Gideon strolled through the upscale New Orleans hotel, he and his brother owned, greeting guests along the way. He entered the bar and spotted Gabriel sitting in a corner at his favorite table. He was finishing what was surely a very expensive cognac.

  “What’s up, bro?” Gabriel greeted.

  Gideon took the seat across from him and grabbed his glass and responded with, “Hey!”

  Gabriel reached for it, but he was too slow.

  “Boone?” Gideon asked before sipping the last of the cognac in the tumbler.

  “He’s not back yet.”

  “Have you talked to him?”

  “Yeah, he’s got nothing yet.”

  Gideon blew out a frustrated breath.

  “That shit with the hex bag and the attack at vampire estate is just a preamble of shit to come. I need Boone to fuck that witch until she’s squirting out their plan.”

  Gabriel laughed.

  “I think he’s got it covered. He’ll come back with something,” he assured.

  Gideon hoped he would. His family was in danger. And if Boone’s rumored, magical cock could get the young witch to talk, then he’d better nail her ass to the bed.

  He slid the empty glass over to Gabriel and stood. It was nearing midnight, and he wanted to get home to his wife.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Nah,” Gabriel said as he stood. “There’s a lot of shit going on. I’m staying at the Roux estate tonight.”

  Gideon nodded. “Alright. I’ll drive.”

  Gabriel grabbed his empty glass and walked it over to the bar. Together, they ambled through the hotel, ignoring the scans of interested women. Of course, he was mated, married, and uninterested. But Gabriel was single, and he’d been single since Auriette. Sure, he’d had plenty of affairs, but a large piece of him died with her. Gideon wondered if Gabriel would ever find love again. And if not love, at least a mate.

  Gideon entered their bedroom fully expecting Nola to be sleeping peacefully. Instead, he was greeted with soft music and the glow of candles placed around the room.

  Enola was doing much better since the elder priestesses worked their magic. For a moment, Gideon was sure that the many voices in her head were going to drive her insane. But now, she could control them; able to block out the voices she didn’t want to hear.

  “Welcome home, lover.” Her words came out in a purr sexy enough to make his cock jump. His lips curled up into a smile as he walked over to the bed. Nola was a temptress, posing in a black, lacy set with unattached garters.

  “What’s all this?”

  “What does it look like?” she asked with a raised brow.

  “Well, darlin’, it looks like you missed me.”

  “Desperately,” she responded in a hoarse whisper.

  Gideon reached to remove his tie but halted when Enola hopped up from the bed.

  “Let me,” she insisted.

  Gideon enjoyed the soft bounce of her barely covered tits as she sauntered his way.

  “How was your day?” she asked as she slid the tie from his neck and dropped it to the floor.

  “Better now.”

  One by one, Enola fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. Her beautiful amber eyes never left his as she lowered to her knees. Gideon held on to the canopy for support and lifted his foot from the floor. After pulling off each shoe, she undid his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. With his boxers hooked in her fingers, she slid them down slowly. Gideon stepped out of each leg and stood in front of her with the beginnings of what was sure to be a massive hard-on.

  “You know how to make it grow. Don’t you, darlin’?”

  There was mischief in her grin as she looked up at him.

  “Ain’t that my
job, baby?”

  Enola ran her soft fingers along the length of his shaft and pulled the thick head of his cock toward her plump, glossy lips. She circled the rim with her tongue. Gideon’s thighs contracted when she sucked him deep inside her warm mouth.

  “Nola,” he called through a gasp.

  Gideon held on to the canopy as she worked him in and out of her wet mouth. The wolf inside yelped every time his cock collided with the back of her throat. Enola wrapped her small fingers around his rod and stroked his length, drawing out every grain of repressed tension, nearly bringing him to his knees. Gideon grabbed her head and gathered a fist-full of her thick curls.

  “Goddamn it, Nola!”

  She was sucking him to the brink of destruction, and he would be no good when she was done with him. So, he tightened his fingers around her strands and pulled her head back. His cock came free from her mouth with a pop. Enola looked up at him with a pout.

  “Gideon?” she called through a breath.

  Gideon shook his head with a sigh. He released her hair and kneeled until they were face to face.

  “Darlin’, you are about to shut me down for the night.”

  Gideon reached around her waist and lifted her from the floor. With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he carried her around the bed. He cupped her face and pushed his lips to hers. Kissing her as he lowered her to the bed.

  Enola gently sucked his tongue into her mouth. Soon, passion led to an aggression that had them both panting. With great restraint, he severed their connection and hovered above her warm body.

  Enola looked up at him with a plea in her eyes.

  She was breathtaking. The one thing she would never have to do was beg. Gideon slipped his finger under one bra strap and slid it over her shoulder, then did the same to the other. He lowered the cups, freeing her big, brown tits.

  Gideon took a few seconds to admire the unmarred magnificence of his wife’s eager, pebbled nipples. The more he stared, the harder they got. Begging for his attention.

  “Gideon,” she urged. Her voice was hoarse and needy.

  Gideon ran his tongue over her nipple and pulled it between his lips. Enola’s body jerked. She gasped and cupped the back of his head, shoving her lovely tits in his face. He moved to the other and slid his hand under the soft material of her lacy panties. His first contact with her engorged clit had her trembling. He flicked at her nipples while teasing her sweet pussy. Enola was wet and ready.

  “Fuck me, Gideon. Please,” she implored impatiently.

  Gideon wanted to explore; to play with, to please every part of her. But Nola had other ideas. She grabbed her panties and shimmied them down until they were around her thighs.

  “Fuck me, Gideon.” That time it was an order.

  Enola was leaving him no choice, no room to play. She needed something, and it was his duty to give it to her. So, Gideon had to comply. He dragged her panties down her legs and aimed his more than ready cock toward her warmth.

  “Yes,” she breathed as soon as the head of his dick touched the moist lips of her canal.

  She groped his ass and pulled him closer. This Nola was different. She was always pliable and sexually provocative, but there was a need in her he’d never seen, almost a desperation. Gideon would investigate later. In the immediate moment, he needed to please his mate. So, he grabbed her hips and pushed deep inside. Gideon nearly lost it when the snug walls of her pussy clenched his throbbing cock.

  Enola’s nails dug into the skin of his back. She raised her pelvis, sucking him deep into her core.

  “Sweetheart,” Gideon choked, trying desperately not to cum. Enola was working her pelvis nearly to the point of finishing him. Relentless in her movements, as if she were the beast. She gripped his ass and bottom fucked him with an abandonment he’d never witnessed before. For the first time, it was he who was desperately trying to keep up. With every thrust, Gideon had to steel himself to keep from coming. But the tightness of her inner walls, and the way her pussy gripped his dick, was damn near unbearable.

  To give her what she truly needed; Gideon had to take over. He raised to his knees and grabbed her hips. If Enola wanted to be fucked, he was going to fuck her. With ferocious intent, he pushed into her and rode her until she cried out in ecstasy.

  “Baby, yessss!”

  Gideon held out as long as he could, but her tight pussy was killing him; the sweetest death. He was gonna cum. But he needed her to cum first. So, he fucked her, the way she needed, until she trembled.

  “Oh, God, baby!” she screamed. “Aghhh!”

  Enola was close. Gideon hoped he could hold out. She was milking his dick for every ounce of treasure inside.

  “Nola, baby!” he barked, ready to accept defeat. Holding off was no longer an option. Gideon was about to release an explosion of cum into the warmth of her throbbing channel.

  “Oh, honey, I’m coming!” she cried.

  Thank God!”

  Her timing couldn’t have been more merciful. Because, at that very moment, Gideon was pumping hot semen in her womb. He couldn’t have held out if he wanted to. He nearly fainted when the walls of her tight pussy clamped around his cock and stole from him everything that made him strong.

  Gideon, somehow, rolled off of her and collapse on the bed. With a moment of rest, he’d be ready for round two. Again, Enola had a different plan. No longer than 5 seconds after his lids closed, she was straddling him.

  Gideon’s lids snapped opened, and he smiled up at her.

  “Darlin, I’m gonna have to fuck you in wolf form. The man in me ain’t man enough for you today,” he joked.

  Enola grinned and looked down at him with eyes filled with desire.

  “Woof!” she barked while grinding her moist pussy over his flaccid, but swelling, cock.

  Chapter Ten

  MARGO

  Margo ran her fingers down the soft fabric of her cocktail dress, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles on the sexy, black, deep-v scalloped with lace. She stuck an extra bobby pin in her golden African locs, securing the high-bun she’d wrapped them in.

  After one last once over, Margo was as satisfied with her look as she was going to be. From the neat pinup atop her head and the rebellious smoky eye to the black patent leather stilettos, she was ready to party.

  She winked at her reflection and exited her walk-in closet.

  “Dayum!” Enola catcalled as she entered her bedroom.

  Margo’s face warmed. She grinned and did a spin for her cousin.

  “Girl, you look... damn.”

  “Thanks,” Margo replied while assessing Enola’s head to toe.

  She was killing it in the knee-length, white, Roberto Cavalli that she’d been talking about all day. The crisp white material draping her flawless bronze skin was striking. She left her auburn curls, wild and free to bounce with every step she took.

  “Damn, Nola, you ‘bout to turn some heads. That wolf of yours is gonna be on guard dog duty tonight, for sure.”

  Enola grinned and placed her hands on her shapely hips. “You think so?”

  “Umm... yeah.”

  “Aww, shit!” Enola celebrated by turning around and offering a little twerk.

  “Look at that ass!” Margo shrieked while raining fake money on her cousin’s hereditarily plump ass.

  Enola turned around, rolling in laughter, which made Margo laugh. After everything they’d been through, it was good to share a laugh with her cousin. For a while, she’d irrationally blamed Margo for their grandmother’s death. Even though she knew Enola had no control over their magical destinies, and she was just as devastated by the loss of their gran. The way their Voodoo worked; one would weaken as the other came into power. Enola couldn’t have saved their grandmother, no matter what she did.

  After a quick rap on her bedroom door, it opened. Her mom stepped inside, grinning from ear to ear. She was beautiful in silver satin.

  “Looks like this is the place I need to be. Nothing but good vibes com
ing from outta here.”

  Of course, the family empath could feel the glee that had been absent from their home since the passing of their matriarch. Margo hurried over to her mother and gripped her shoulders.

  “You look gorgeous,” she declared. “I haven’t seen you dressed up in so long?”

  Ruby took a step back and opened her arms, showing off her dress.

  “Thank you.”

  Her mother stuck out her foot, giving them an unobstructed view of a sexy silver, six-inch pump, covered in sparkling stones.

  “Alexander McQueen,” she proudly announced.

  “Well, alright,” Enola blurted. “Auntie ain’t coming to play.”

  “I won the game, bebe.”

  “I can see that,” Margo co-signed with delight.

  Her mom chuckled and waved off their teasing.

  “Alright, enough of that. Marguerite, are you riding with us? Or is your vampire picking you up?”

  “He’s sending a car.”

  “How romantic,” Enola muttered sarcastically.

  “I know, right,” Margo agreed. “He’s not even picking me up. And why bother with the date stuff when the whole council is invited?”

  Enola handed Margo the tiny black clutch from her dresser.

  “I think Dracula wants to avoid any misconceptions,” Enola said with a grin. “Although, he invited us, and the rest of the council, it’s you he wants by his side.”

  “Yeah, okay,” Margo chuckled just as her mother’s phone chimed.

  She looked down at the screen and then back up at them.

  “That’s Ben. The car is ready.”

  Her mother click-clacked toward the door in her expensive heels. Like good little girls, she and Enola followed. They entered the long hall and followed her mom to the staircase. Margo stared up at the opulent chandelier and silently thanked her ancestors, including her gran, for the lifestyle they’d afforded her. Margo had never wanted for anything.

  Margo was so preoccupied with her silent gratitude as she walked down the stairs, she hadn’t even noticed the drop-dead gorgeous vampire standing next to Gideon. Her breath hitched before she could help herself. She nearly missed a step at the sight of him.