Slowly, Gideon lowered the gun to his side. Daegan"s fingers loosened it, took it away, put it on the ledge behind them. “I"m hungry, Gideon.”

Everything inside him stilled. He wanted to cry; he wanted to scream and rage. He wanted the soft touch of Anwyn"s hand, her reassuring smile, but this was between them. It had to be between them, because that was part of what she"d known, right? In some cloudy part of his mind, he understood it. He didn"t want Anwyn"s hand alone. He wanted Anwyn"s touch with Daegan"s. In this still, abandoned place that was ugly with the things that lost men did—

graffiti, the stale smell of urine and vomit, garbage they"d left behind when they found a night"s uneasy rest here—he faced it. It was a fitting place for Daegan to find him.

Even more slowly, Gideon shrugged out of his jacket, let it fall between them. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head down, his chin tucked toward his shoulder, baring the artery. He could hear it beating in his ears.

“Tell me, Gideon.”

“Do it. I"m . . .” He couldn"t continue, could only shake his head. “Do it,” he repeated.

“Please.”

Daegan set his fangs to his neck, his other hand sliding over Gideon"s shoulder to collar the base of his throat. That alone made Gideon hard, his hands clenching with the need to touch.

But he didn"t. He held still, waited. They both knew a woman"s desire, how to pleasure her slowly. Watching Anwyn grow aroused was a burning pleasure worth killing or dying for, worth taking the time. But men"s pleasure worked differently. Fast or slow, it burned just as deep. A woman desired to be teased; a male desired to penetrate, to take. Conquer . . . or be conquered.

Still, it was unexpected when Daegan bit down, his fingers tightening, pelvis moving in against Gideon"s ass. Gideon strangled on a moan at how aroused the vampire was, and at how quickly more blood shot into his own cock in response. The heel of Daegan"s battle-toughened palm pressed against him, rubbing, slow and easy, but that was all it took. Whether it was the self-deprivation or how responsive he was as a third-mark, or some combination of both, Gideon came, shamefully as a teenager. He fell to one knee with the force of it, his hips jerking, but Daegan followed him down with graceful power, shielding him under his body, keeping up that slow massage, milking him to the end as he drew Gideon"s blood into his mouth, his tongue flicking the artery. His other hand still gripped Gideon"s throat, making him think of Anwyn"s collar. He imagined it, ribboned with some claim of Daegan"s as well, holding him captive to their needs and wants through the next several centuries . . .

He bowed his head even lower, hunching over at the pain. A slight burn at his throat told him Daegan had given him something more. A mark.

“Just the first one,” Daegan murmured as he slowly withdrew, making Gideon shudder with the painful and pleasurable sensation of those fangs pulling out. The vampire still had his hand on Gideon"s cock, continuing to caress and knead despite the completion of his orgasm. It made it clear he was doing it for his own pleasure, not Gideon"s, and he wouldn"t be denied.

The organ was sensitive, so Gideon jerked in his unrelenting embrace, but he didn"t fight the mastery. “I"m tired of tracking your ass when I need to find you,” Daegan added.

“Lazy prick,” Gideon managed, his voice too strained. He couldn"t stand it, now that the feeling was washing past him, leaving him behind, bereft, adrift. But Daegan"s arm locked around his chest. He pulled Gideon down so he sat on his ass on the dusty boards, his body braced between Daegan"s powerful thighs as the vamp held that half-kneeling position.

“You went as far as you could go to get out of range of her mind, Gideon.” His voice was that silky murmur against his ear. The longer hair brushed it, a caress. “You are unnecessarily cruel to yourself. If you had stayed closer, we could call to her now, and she could come into your mind, show you how she might be in your lap, kissing your mouth, rubbing her beautiful, soft ass against your cock, making it hard again. Teasing you with the give of her sweet breasts against your chest. Demanding you open your mouth to her, let her strip you down and ride you, possess you as she was meant to do. You are hers.”

“She doesn"t want me; you don"t need me. She has you.”

“Yes, she does have me,” Daegan acknowledged, in an arrogant tone that made Gideon briefly consider stabbing him through his excellent-quality shoe. “But we don"t have you. And we both want you. Need you.”

Abruptly he yanked Gideon"s head back, hard enough that tendons and bones groaned.

When he covered Gideon"s mouth, made him submit to the heated kiss, taste his own blood on Daegan"s tongue, Gideon strangled on a half sob.

“I"m fucking broken,” Gideon choked out in his embrace. “I"m lost, Daegan. I"m just lost.” He couldn"t believe he was admitting it so baldly, like some little kid, sitting in this warehouse almost near tears, for Christ"s sake. But he didn"t know what else to do, and Daegan . . . Well, hell, Daegan just brought this shit out of him.

“No, you are not.” Daegan"s arm tightened around him. “She found you, Gideon. She found us both. You can heal. It is only you standing in the way of that.” Daegan slid his fingers down into Gideon"s T-shirt, found the mark with unerring accuracy, tracing the three small scars. “Use your brain instead of your dick. Think about what this means. I had to point it out to Anwyn as well. Daft humans.”

He pressed his fang back against Gideon"s throat, not breaking the skin this time, just letting him feel the enamel, the wet, hot promise of it again. “She needs you . . . and so do I. Come home when you"re ready, but come home. And when you do, I"m going to make you pay for every tear she"s shed for you.”

He straightened abruptly, though his hand lingered along Gideon"s nape long enough for Gideon to confirm he could sit up on his own. He realized that was why Daegan had done it, cosseting him. But before he could form words, Daegan shifted in front of him. Gideon stared at his shoes, the dark jeans. He wanted so badly to look at all of him, but he was here, on his ass, and it would be like being on his knees . . . wanting to be on his knees.

“Thank you for the meal, vampire hunter.”

Gideon dropped his forehead onto those knees, stared between his own shoes. Daegan was taking off. Of course. “Yeah, sure. Me and Mc-Donald"s. Drive-thru open all night.” He was startled when those long fingers slid under his chin, jerking up his head, not so gently this time. “You"re not doing this.” Daegan nodded toward the window, where Allan was moving past. John had already gone by, Gideon"s opportunity to save his life lost. “For one thing, you should have realized Allan Walker was a Ranger before he was a vampire. He would have killed you.” Daegan held Gideon"s gaze, wouldn"t let him shift away, even though Gideon felt his cheeks begin to burn with the knowledge there. “Though obviously you know that.”

The vampire"s firm lips tightened, a flash in his eyes reminding Gideon of the seemingly long-ago time when Daegan had pinned him in the weapons room and fucked him for the first time, a sensual and savage reproof for a death wish. “Regardless, you will not punish others in a failed attempt to reclaim a belief you no longer have. You"re better than that, Gideon Green.

Deal with it; accept who you have become. Understand what you are being offered and be courageous enough to accept it.”

His tone softened slightly. “If you have the courage to do that, perhaps you can rely on Anwyn and me to help with the rest.”

Then he was gone, with that Holy-Transporter-Beam speed that irritated Gideon mainly because it was so damned impressive. He thought about getting up. Getting his gun, if nothing else. Instead, he let himself fall back to the warehouse floor. He covered his face with his arms to hide from the truth he couldn"t bear to face in himself, but that didn"t stop his heart, neck and groin from throbbing, still stirred by the impressions Daegan had left on them.

22

BLOCKING Gideon out of her mind was something Anwyn had integrated into her daily routine, her usual disciplines. When he"d been out of geographic range, she hadn"t had to devote any energy to it, and maybe she should have been grateful he"d done that for the first month he"d been gone. Now, though, he was back in range. The first second she"d been aware of it, it had been an amazing relief, like when she was a little girl, staying beneath the water of the swimming pool as long as she possibly could, then surging up to savor the sweetness of oxygen.

Careless of who saw her, she"d raced back to their apartment with all the fledgling speed she had. Finding him not there had been a crushing blow. Realizing that all it meant was he was within a few hundred miles of her made her furious with herself, her weakness, so she"d made a new resolve. She would keep her mind blocked to him at all times, no matter how close he was. He could come find her if he wanted something, though of course he wouldn"t. That was the whole problem.

Remarkably, despite her self-imposed boycott, just having the connection active again had diminished the power of the voices in her head and the severity of her seizure episodes. She should have been happy at the evidence that she might not need his immediate proximity to help with that, but she wanted that proximity too much.

Keeping that checkpoint between her mind and his, not allowing herself to set one toe over it because she knew she wouldn"t be able to bear it if his mind was crying out for her, was every bit as difficult. As he got even closer, Kentucky, Tennessee, she immersed herself in the now-ongoing club renovations, but stressed herself out too much. Though Gideon"s nearness might have helped the strength of the seizures and the volume of the voices, her frayed nerves could still increase the frequency with which she had to deal with them. She and Daegan had several near misses, where a seizure began when she was among staff personnel. After that, she forced herself to work in cautious increments, and kept her mind fully open and connected to Daegan when she was outside their rooms.