Let Him Reign: An Underworld Romance (8 page)

I don't know a damn thing about kids since I was an only child, but I’m almost certain that they're somewhat traumatized from the past few hours.

"Thank you," Hope says when she looks up at me with glistening emerald eyes.

Relaxing her hold on the twins and getting to her feet, she swipes away the tears, then she's on me, holding onto my neck like I'm the only thing that's keeping her grounded on Earth
.
I'm not sure what to do with her gratitude at first other than return her embrace. Actually this may be the first time in my life that someone's been appreciative of me. Of something I did. Not that I'd gone alone. It's easy to be brave and take on a few vampires when you're flanked by a few dozen armed military men.

"It was nothing-" I say.  

She shakes her head, burying her face in the crook of my neck. "It was everything."

Holy shit. I think I'm drowning. There's a flood of warmth and...
something
else that I've never felt before, trying to smother me. And I don't want to fight it or escape whatever it is. No, I want more of this even if it kills me. That's when I realize that I'd rather die than hurt or disappoint this woman in my arms. It doesn't matter that I just met her and don't know a damn thing about her other than her horrid profession. All that's irrelevant. She's mine to protect. She's mine period.

When her lips place a moist kiss on my neck lust burns and spreads like a wildfire through me, making me desperate to take her to bed and claim her, possess her, and hear her scream my name.    

"Mommy, I'm thirsty," one of the boys says, reminding me that we're not alone and this is not the time or place for those carnal thoughts.

I reluctantly let Hope go, and giving her a second to recover, I squat down to get eye level, offering my hand to the red headed boy that's stepped forward. "Hey, I didn't get to introduce myself earlier. I'm Eric and I'm a friend of your mom's."

He looks up at his mom, and only after she nods, does he place his tiny hand in mine. "What's your name?" I ask him.

Again he gets permission from her before answering. "Noah."

"Noah? Like the man who built the ark?"

He nods enthusiastically and smiles. "He had two of every animal!"

"Is that right? What's your favorite animal?"

"Dinosaurs."

I smile at his response and don't even consider breaking his heart by telling him they're extinct. "Well, mine is the lion," I tell him, pointing to the huge Coughlin Coat of Arms hanging on the wall. The one with a silver knight's helmet at the top and three identical red lions with gold crowns above their heads running down the center.                    

"Lions go raar," the little boy says.

"They sure do." I laugh and shift my attention to the carbon copy boy behind him, wearing a tattered blue shirt instead of green to tell them apart. 

"And what's your name?" I ask, offering my hand which he takes.

"Riley."

"It’s nice to meet you, Riley." Unlike his brother his eyes never drift to his mom's for permission.

"Is this your house?" he asks me.

"Yeah, it is."

"Do you have any cookies?"

I laugh at his random question and look over my shoulder to his mom for permission. Hope nods her consent.

"Charles?" I call out.

The obliging butler appears in the doorway right away. "Yes, sir?" he asks.

"Could you please take Noah and Riley to the kitchen and try to find some milk and cookies?" 

"Ah, yes, sir," he says, sounding uncomfortable with the babysitting chore. Too bad.

Riley is ready to go, but Hope has to give Noah a little nudge on the back to get his feet moving forward. The search for sweets is finally enough for them to be led away from their mother.

"Do you know any more about Kayla? Is she going to be okay?" Hope asks as soon as the boys are out of earshot. "The guard who brought the boys just said they were taking her to the hospital."

"I haven't heard, but I'll let you know if I do," I assure her. “Feel free to call the hospital on the house phone to see if they’ll give you any updates.”

"I'm sorry I had to bother you with all this," she says with her arms wrapped protectively around herself. 

"No, I'm sorry that you got dragged into the war Drake's waging on me. It was my fault they hurt you last night. I hate seeing those marks on you." I reach for her neck that's full of harsh wounds left from fangs. "How many times did he bite you?"

Her eyes lower when she blushes. Hell I know from experience how good a vampire's bite can feel, and there's no reason she should be embarrassed or guilty about biology. It's so damn good that it's not all that uncommon to hear of both men and women becoming venom addicts, paying vampires to bite them instead of the other way around for the orgasmic high.

"They struck me so many times that I blacked out after the fourth or fifth time."

"They?" I exclaim.

"Drake and Simon."

Oh hell. My stomach heaves viciously as I wonder if they fucked her, too. I can't even bring myself to ask. Based on her profession, I’m pretty sure I already know the answer. I'm angry enough as it is without hearing the details about that shit.

"Drake is supposed to be dead. I warned Simon that if he saw Drake again, he was to kill him on sight," I tell her as I pace across the foyer, trying to calm my rising blood pressure. Ah fuck, now that I think about it, I
told
Simon what to do but didn’t give him the alpha order. I need to figure this dominance shit out and get it right. "Thank you for coming to me instead of letting them ambush me. I need to strengthen my security and send a team out to track them down." Hell, I need to call on the entire army. "I should've known this shit would start. Fucking vampires are always looking to break free."   

"I can't go back," Hope says, interrupting my tirade. "To
Heaven
or to our apartment. I won't risk losing the boys again. I'm...I'm sorry, but I didn't know where else to go."

"You'll all stay here. I'll add more manpower and surveillance to the grounds. You'll be safe."

The fact that she'll no longer be whoring herself out to any man with a few dollars shouldn't make me as happy as it does. Nor should the thought of her staying here. The idea actually has me more excited than I've been about anything in a long time, and I'm not just referring to my cock.

"If you let us stay here, it won't be for free," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "You've done enough for us as it is. So if you need, um, someone to cook or clean-"

"No," I say right away. Thinking about her doing either job seems too demeaning. The irony of that notion isn't lost on me.

"Eric, I'm not a pity case."

"You know I have more than enough money, and the house has plenty of room with eleven guest beds."

"Still," she says, shaking her head. "I owe you for bringing my boys back to me. I can't and won't take anymore handouts."   

"Fine." I cave and decide to finally ask for what I want. It's so wrong, in more ways than I can count, but right now when it feels like my life is in complete chaos, I need her anchoring me. There's something about being with her that makes me forget everything else, at least for a little while. "I want you to be my paramour."

"Okay." She doesn't even flinch at my request.

"Day or night, when I say the word you'll fuck me?"

"Yes, but the boys...I can't just-"

"I know that, Hope, and I wouldn't dare," I assure her. I may not have any experience with kids, but I know better than to ever touch her again in front of them. "Marjorie's been working here since I was born, mostly cooking and running errands nowadays. She's great, and I'm sure she would love to keep an eye on them while you're with me."

"I want to meet her and talk to her first," Hope says, making me smile at her protectiveness.

"Sure. I'll tell her to have dinner with us tonight, and afterwards...if you approve of her..."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes." Hell yes. I barely contain my groan, picturing her in my bed underneath me, above me, on her knees. Fuck, now I want to throw her down right here on the floor and have my way with her.

"For how long?" she asks.

"A few hours." All goddamn night. "However long it takes."

"No, I mean how long do you think we'll need to stay?"

Of course that's what she meant, and my dirty mind was somewhere else entirely.

"Until Bron Drake's dead. Simon, too," I tell her. There's no way she's leaving my sight until those fuckers are gone. When they find out she's no longer working because she came to me and that I've killed four vampires, they'll come after her and her boys with everything they've got. And I'm in no rush to see her go.   

She nods her agreement, her expression not the least bit surprised or upset about their soon to be murders. When the choice is them or her and her sons, I know which we'd both choose every time.

"There's something else...I could be completely wrong, but I wanted to make sure you knew..."

"What is it?" I ask.

Hope hesitates, lowering her eyes and fidgeting with the unraveling hem of her sweater. "Is it true that your dad was with a, ah, an Angel the night he...you know?"

"Yes, unfortunately." I sigh and stab my fingers through my hair in embarrassment. After my father killed my mother, he never remarried. He preferred to just fuck younger women, usually prostitutes, to pass the time.

"Do you think it's a coincidence that a vampire drained her the night before last?"

"Wait...what? You're sure? It was the same girl that was with my father?" I ask, completely stunned.

"Yeah. Last week I heard Brooke mention...what, um, happened to him. She's also the one the vampire drained the other night."

"You think he was murdered?" Son of a bitch! The thought never even crossed my mind, but it makes perfect sense. Get rid of him and me and...well, then there's no one else left. The Coughlin reign comes to an end and someone else takes over. It was the fucking vampires. I'm certain of it now, with Drake orchestrating the entire thing since Simon told me he killed the girl.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but then last night that vampire wanted to know if you'd asked me anything about your dad's death. I thought it was strange, but now..."

"You're right. It's something to look into. Thank you. If you hadn't said anything...shit, I need to have my father exhumed and another independent autopsy done. One that'll be kept confidential until we know more."

"Hopefully that will give you some answers. But why would someone want to kill him?" she asks.

"I'm the sole surviving Coughlin heir," I say, without further elaboration.

"Oh. Then you should probably be careful, too."

"I will. That's what the security is for. I just didn't consider that my father was targeted. He was older and rather promiscuous, so I assumed... Anyway, I'll get you some rooms ready, or do you want to share a room with the boys?"

"A room next to them is fine. They like to sleep together—always have since they were born," she says with a small smile, probably remembering their closeness when they were infants.

"They're identical?"

"Yeah."

"Where's their father?" I can't help but ask. The bastard should be taking care of them, helping support her so that she doesn't have to be a fucking whore to feed them. "Worthless deadbeat?"

"No," she says quickly, shaking her head, and pushing a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear as her face reddens. "He-he doesn't know about them."

"Why the hell not?" I snap incredulously.

"Because he wouldn't want them. Or me. And we don't need him coming and going, hurting the boys after they get attached," she says, squaring her narrow shoulders defensively. 

"If you say so," I concede, knowing its complete bullshit. "Are they the reason you dropped out of school?"

She nods and exhales a heavy sigh. "It's hard to go to school when you have to work as many shifts as you can pick up even after being up all night wearing holes in the carpet trying to console two screaming babies with colic."

"I'm sorry," I tell her. "I honestly can't imagine how tough that must’ve been for you."

"We got through it," she says with a shrug, avoiding eye contact. "Kayla watches them at night for me while I work. God, I hope she's going to be okay because I don't know what I'd do without her. She's not just my best friend, but she’s been like a sister to me for thirteen years."

This woman is tough, stronger than I originally gave her credit for. Some would say she's a horrible mother for working at a brothel. I say that it just shows how amazing she is, that she's willing to do
anything
to take care of her boys and make sure they have what they need.

"You're a good mother, and I hope that one day your sons will appreciate everything you've done for them."

Her mouth falls open and she blinks wide, watery green eyes at me. It takes a second before she recovers. "Um, thanks, Eric. That means a lot. And thank you for letting us stay here."