“Cynthia has also done a good disappearing act. She has money and intelligence, so hiding among Earth’s massive human population won’t be difficult. I haven’t been able to track anything on her credit cards. Vane helped me go through the files, and we found no other possible locations for her,” Conn added. Conn was the guy that generally went through all the tech shit, and now he had some help with Alex’s other brother, who was into that shit too. They knew the Mageia, Cynthia, had been the one abducting and sending unsuspecting female Mageia from Earth, including Sam, Erik’s mate. Running had only confirmed her involvement with Cyril in Tetartos.
A crash sounded as a drunk human knocked into a waitress’s tray. Glass crashed into the solid floor, taking his mind away from his brother’s conversation and back to his tiny mate. Gregoire had known of her since her birth. He was an Immortal created fully formed by the Creators so her tiny body had been a truly amazing sight. He’d known from that day she would be his. He’d gotten reports over the years, but from the day she’d hit her majority, he watched her from a distance. She had seemed so young, too young. So, he’d waited.
The minute he was unable to consider feeding his needs with another, he’d known her time had come. He’d been without a female for a week now, and his body felt the lack. He’d spent centuries sating his body daily.
He and the others sat for long moments before three scantily clad females came up next to Conn.
“Hey, Conn,” a blonde in a barely there black dress with large manufactured breasts said as she rubbed his shoulder and winked at him. Her eyes slid to Gregoire and went half lidded. “Rider thought you and your friends might want some company.”
“Sorry, pet, I have other plans. I won’t speak for my brothers,” Conn told her, and she turned back to his brother with a playful pout. The fact that only three had come over indicated that they were aware that Conn was not the paying kind.
A dark-haired brunette slid onto Bastian’s lap and whispered in his ear. Gregoire’s Immortal hearing picked up just what she was offering his brother. The Guardian tilted his lips as the female slid her fingers up his wide chest and onto his cheek. He leaned in and nipped at her collarbone, and the female gasped and giggled.
Gregoire watched without any real interest.
The blonde that had spoken to Conn slid into Gregoire’s lap. He felt nothing but the slight weight of her against his legs. He smelled sex and perfume all over her, and whereas that would never have bothered him before, he currently found it distasteful. He lifted her easily off his lap and pointed her in Dorian’s direction with a hard look that widened her eyes.
These were the only types of female that the Nereid enjoyed, and he knew Dorian would easily make use of the goth girl in his lap as well as the blonde. His brother held a distinct distrust of females after being sold out to their enemy by one. It didn’t matter that it had happened centuries ago, Dorian had never forgotten. He avoided the hell out of Mageia and Immortal females alike. His preference was for fucking humans that he paid for.
He heard the goth-looking girl sitting in Dorian’s lap whisper, “What do you like, sweetheart? Maybe you’d like me to suck that big cock I can feel under my hip, hmm?”
The Nereid slid his hand under her short skirt before speaking. “Is that what you want? To suck my dick?” His hand kept moving under her skirt. “Where else do you want my cock?” She groaned, and Gregoire could smell her heat.
She whispered back, “I can take it anywhere you wanna give it to me.”
“Hmm, really?” Gregoire watched as Dorian pushed the human’s hand over his worn jeans. “You think you could take this anywhere?” The Nereid may have looked amusing in his bright-colored tee shirts but it was a deception. His brother had a glint about him, an undercurrent that could take down the unsuspecting. Dorian liked to walk on the dangerous side, not nearly as much as he had centuries ago, but it was still there, just beneath the surface.
“Go in the bathroom. Take off your panties, or I’ll tear them from you. I don’t like things in my way. Make sure you’re good and wet. I want your skirt over your hips so I can see your ass when I get there,” Dorian instructed.
She let out a little moan, and Gregoire smelled her desire. She got up, gave Dorian a heated look, and moved quickly toward the bathroom. Dorian’s attention moved to the blonde. She had inched over to his side and was running a hand over a bicep that was barely contained in the bright orange tee. He looked like the extra-large version of a beach bum, from his hair down to the ripped jeans. “Go into the bathroom with your friend, get undressed, and make sure she’s good and wet before I get there. I recommend you both get nice and slick, lube if you have it. I’m big, and I like to slide in fucking easy.” He slid his big hand over her hip and up to her big fake tits, tweaking her nipple, which made her gasp in delight before sending her on her way. Fucking his friend wouldn’t be a hardship for the working girls. Dorian finished his beer and laid out cash before heading in the direction he’d sent the females.