***Alastair***

 

Stepping over the threshold, I spin around and slam the door shut before I let her slide down my body and pin her against it.

“You completely consume me, and dammit, my dick hasn’t even entered you yet,” I growl out that confession because she needs to know.

“Well, what’s stopping you? We’re alone, behind a closed door. By all means, start consummating,” Eliana whispers, her breath hotter than anything I’ve ever felt.

When my lips touch hers, everything around us falls away. It’s electrifying, pulses of lust building in my veins. It’s mutual, that’s obvious when she groans and grinds against me. Eliana gasps, allowing me the opportunity to slide my tongue inside her mouth. I should have known...she’s a slice of pure heaven. Even if she’s half human, half Guardian, she’s my own piece of heaven. Surrendering myself to her taste, I feel as if I need more. Just our mouths connected isn’t enough.

My fingers trail down her body, stopping to knead her perfect breast in my hand. Even if it’s through the fabric of her hoodie, I need to worship it before I slide down to reach the place between her legs.

I grip her pussy and growl into her mouth. “First time will be on repeat a few times before we’re able to leave this room. Marking your body by spraying my cum inside your pussy won’t soothe the urge by doing it one single time. The Hellhound inside me burns to fill you up repeatedly. I might not be able to stop fucking you until my seed has taken root. That’s how much I revel in our connection. Understood?”

She shivers but her face shows no hint of fear, yet...her thoughts are closed to me, as private thoughts should be. But she’s my mate and I can sense that something is up. My hand leaves the spot between her legs and is now cupping her sweet face. My thumb traces her bottom lip. “What is it, gorgeous?”

Telepathic abilities are a tricky thing. The mind knows exactly when and what to share, and what to keep to itself. At this moment, it pains me that her mind doesn’t automatically share her fear with me, although I do respect her privacy.

“I don’t know what to...expect...or do...or…” she whispers, and it’s then I realize how blessed I am in this moment.

My nose points to the ceiling while I close my eyes and voice to myself. “My mate is untouched.”

My eyes find her blue depths, then I place my forehead against hers. I hope Eliana can see the admiration and raw feelings I have for her, but before I can voice them, there are loud noises coming from the center of the clubhouse. Sounds like there’s some massive destruction going on.

“Is someone fighting out there? Oh…shit,” Eliana mutters. “I bet my sister is part of the rampage.”

I throw out some curses before we rush out the door. Eliana bumps right into my back when I come to an abrupt stop. I feel how she wants to go around me, but I reach out to keep her protected behind my back. In front of me there’s only utter destruction. In the middle of it there are two beasts circling each other. One Hellhound, one Guardian. Our kinds don’t mix well, or so it seems, due to this scene in front of me. We never run into each other because we function on opposite sides.

A Guardian is there to protect the people. So are we, but where we take the rotten, tainted souls, a Guardian prevents the untainted souls from harming themselves. For instance, talking people off a ledge…both figuratively and literally, speaking. That’s what they do, where we might motivate a screwed up soul that’s a danger to mankind to take that ledge and slip the fuck off it. Basically, they save, we take.

See how there’s a fine line between good and bad, right and wrong, and we all put the humans first? There is a difference though. The Guardians’ exterior is very similar to the Hellhound, except it’s the flipped visual of it. One white, one black, one blue flames, one red flames.

“Fuck,” I growl to myself because this can never end well.

“Shit,” Eliana mutters behind me. “Os can’t hurt Velma. Kagan will kill him if he does.”

“Kagan?” I question.

Eliana releases a sound of disgust. “That’s the guy our father picked for Velma. He’s a really messed-up asshole if you ask me. I’ve never met him, but some of the things Velma told me about him?” Anger swirls in her eyes. “He picks up sluts right in front of Velma and sucks their faces, and one time he even fucked one right in front of her. A damn manwhore if you ask me. She told me our father does nothing. Nothing! Because in their book, it’s allowed because they aren’t mated yet. If you ask me, that Kagan fucker keeps putting it off because he loves to fuck around and rub it in my sister’s face.”

There’s a loud growl as I watch my VP shift, walking straight up to the white Hellhound. “Tell me where the fucker is. Right now.” Os’ voice blasts through the clubhouse.

Velma shifts and gets into Os’ personal space. “Stay out of it, he’s none of your concern and neither am I.”

Os visibly fumes. There’s no time for anyone to react when he buries his fist in her hair, tilts her head, and bites down where her neck meets her collarbone. Pulling his head back, he bites his own lips before he crashes his mouth down over hers.

Well then…guess the Prez and the VP of the Hell Charter both got fully mated within mere minutes of each other. Fucking perfect, if there weren’t screwed up consequences.

To be honest, I have no damn clue about possible consequences, but it sounds fucking logical. And shit, them being sisters? Half-sisters to be exact, doesn’t matter…both of them being our counterpart, Heaven blood running in their veins. Yeah, consequences might be an understatement. Add the fact that Velma has been promised to someone already might bring trouble in the shape of their father and Kagan coming for a fight.

“Oh, wow.” Eliana sighs dreamily.

I follow her gaze and watch how these two people are being consumed by one another. Doesn’t matter that they’re from opposite sides. That right there is passion so hot, there are red and blue flames dancing around them.

Roars and applause boom through the clubhouse, making the lovebirds pull apart. For an instant I think that they’re gonna tear each other apart again, but no…Velma places her cheek against Os’ chest as he wraps his arms protectively around her.

“Perfect. I’m happy for you kids and all…but shit…look around you, couldn’t you two have done the mating without tearing this place apart?” I shake my head.

Os snorts. “Nah, man. Foreplay is half the fun.”

I’m about to chuckle when Velma steps away from Os with a concerned look on her face. She walks straight up to me, her hand is up in front of her chest clenched into a fist, knuckles white. “The job that you were given when you first met my sister, what did it say?” She can’t keep the panic out of her voice.

Fuck. She’s right. This is too much of a coincidence. “It was a normal one where I was given a choice.” I wrap my arm around Eliana before I add the rest. “I could determine what soul would come with me.”

I feel Eliana stiffen in my arms, dammit. My lips touch the top of her head in an effort to reassure her. “One whiff and I knew you were mine, gorgeous, no fucking doubt whatsoever.”

“Don’t you think it’s weird? How can the two of us get mated with you guys? It doesn’t add up. Aren’t we breaking laws or something?” Velma gasps. “Our father will retaliate, his VP will want blood, for sure.”

“Retaliate? VP? Is he part of a Charter?” Os quips, beating me to ask the same thing.

Velma bites her lip, as if she’s preventing herself from saying something.

I feel a palm connect with my cheek making my gaze go down to connect with my mate and Old Lady. “Our father is Dedrick Megalos, President of Death by Reaper MC, Heaven Charter.”

“This is fucked up,” Os seethes. “Not to mention I have the distinct feeling that someone higher up the fucking food chain is yanking said chain, you know this, right? I mean, come the fuck on...a princess, or fuck...two? Even if she’s only half.”

“No offense,” he throws at Eliana before he finishes his rant. “Shit man, this is bad.”

“Great,” Velma snaps. “Come on, sis, let’s make this easy. We’ll leave and...”

“And what, princess? And you’d better fucking think very long and hard before answering that question, because if it concerns returning to that fucker who sold you to some guy to be wed...wait, what did your father get in return for you? Twenty camels? What kind of bullshit deal did he make?” Os is leaning down into Velma’s personal space.

Velma puts her fists on her hips. “It’s a written rule for them. If the President has a daughter, it’s natural she’s reserved for the Vice President to be his for the taking.”

Os taps his VP patch. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m wearing this then, huh?”

Velma gives Os a face-palm. “Wrong Charter, doofus.” But she’s got the brightest of smiles.

“Inform everyone there’s a meeting at nine tomorrow morning. We’ve got to get ahead of this.” Os walks off to inform Zikmund, so he can get the word around. I turn my attention to Velma. “Did you have anything planned tonight? Will you be missed, would they check or know something is up because you’re not...”

She cuts me off by holding her hand up and shaking her head. “I always lock myself in my room and I only leave when I’m assigned to a job. I was assigned, but it was an easy guidance. They won’t expect me back and would probably only miss me if I don’t check in by next week.”

“Good. That buys us some time.” I look down at my Old Lady. “What about you, gorgeous?”

She gives me a tiny smile. “I need to be back at work tomorrow at eight. If I’m not there, I’ll lose it.”

“Your father doesn’t check up on you?” Fuck her job, she doesn’t need a human job anymore, she’s mine now. I’ll handle that part next because right now I need to know about her relationship with her father.

“He doesn’t care about me. See, my mother tricked him, wanted him all to herself because she knew he didn’t have a wife. She made holes in the condom so she’d get pregnant, to tie him to her. When he found out, he bailed. He showed up once about seven years ago, to make sure for a second time he didn’t want anything to do with me. Velma only found out he had another kid a little over a year ago when he was drunk and rambling in his sleep. She did some digging and ended up standing on my porch. We talked all night and we’ve been best friends ever since.”

Velma rubs Eliana’s upper arm compassionately. “My father met my mother, his true mate, shortly after Eliana was conceived. Well, that’s what I realized when I found out about Eliana.”

“That’s all kinds of messed up right there. Something we will discuss some more later on. Now,” I tilt my head and try to keep the anger out of my voice when I say, “The job is the same one that almost got you killed before we interfered earlier tonight?”

She seems to understand my concern when she doesn’t answer but nods as a response to my question.

“Good. That’s settled then,” I state.

“You sure?” Os questions, coming back into the conversation after talking to Zikmund.

I give my VP a tight nod. “Our Old Ladies are good for the next few days without raising flags. That gives us enough time to prepare.”

Os grunts.

“Prepare for what?” Both woman ask in sync.

“War,” Os and I snap simultaneously.