"I'll be there in a second."
I hung up the phone and shoved it in my pocket before taking off to meet Tanner. When I walked out the front door, he was leaned against the passenger-side door of his black Chevrolet Impala, waiting for me. He didn't look happy.
"What's going on, Tanner?"
"There's been another murder, no vampire involved in this one." He pulled a couple of Polaroid pictures out of his shirt pocket and handed them to me. "The department's investigating it as a stabbing, of course, but I smelled wolf on him."
I studied the pictures, trying to see if I recognized the poor bastard with his guts spilling out all over the ground. But I didn't. He was just as unfamiliar as the other victims had been.
"This is getting worse," I said after a while. "It's obvious that we've got rogue wolves running around town, but that's all we seem to know. How do we even deal with this when we don't know why they're targeting the victims and where they'll strike next?"
"Well, it gets worse," Tanner said with a little hesitation. "The media was on the scene at this one. If these wolves aren't found, the territory will be in danger from anyone who thinks they can move in and get it under control . and safe . again. That's not just the pack at stake, or the species.but the coven, too."
"Shit."
"Yup." Tanner yawned and stretched. "And the last thing anyone needs is a turf war."
I nodded. "You're welcome to stay here for the day, Tanner. There are plenty of rooms."
"Thank you, but I've still got to go back to the station and sign off on a few reports." I started to hand the pictures back, but he shook his head. "I've got more, those are yours."
"Thanks, Tanner."
He nodded and got into his car. I watched him pull away and then looked back down at the pictures again. This was so not what we needed. It was bad enough we had to deal with rogue vampires and teams of hunters, but rogue werewolves? Well, they'd always been something we'd had to deal with, but never like this.
It was as if these guys wanted to be caught.
I headed straight for the dungeon, but it quickly became clear that Lucien and Nikolas weren't there. Just before I reached Nikolas' room, I could hear a series of grunts, groans, and growls coming from inside. Curious, I opened the door and peeked inside.
Lucien was propped on the edge of Nikolas' desk, naked except for his shirt, which was pulled up and tucked behind his head. His head was thrown back in pure ecstasy while Nikolas . shirt off, pants around his knees . fucked him hard and fast.
Both of them gripped the other as if their lives depended on it, holding each other, fighting for kisses, bites, nips. The image went straight to my cock and it took all I had not to jerk off as I watched.
The table banged loud and steady against the wall, but even louder were the cries spilling forth from Lucien and Nikolas. Lucien whispered "yes" over and over again, urging Nikolas on, begging him not to stop.
Nikolas' muscular legs shook with the effort, but he never once faltered, never once stopped. His thrusts went harder, deeper, and Lucien gasped in pleasure. They were both so fucking close that I found myself waiting, watching for the exact moment they both went over the edge.
Lucien pulled Nikolas closer, licked up his throat, and then set his fangs. The moment Lucien bit into Nikolas' flesh, he came. Nikolas growled and shoved hard, nearly howling as he shot. I swayed at the intensity and had to catch myself on the doorframe. I gave them a moment, then walked into the room.
After a short while, Nikolas pulled out, rubbing his cock against Lucien's ass. I groaned at the sight. Nikolas' cock wet, still half-hard; Lucien's ass wet, dripping with Nikolas' come.
Nikolas turned his head and smiled that "I-just-got-off" smile. "Enjoy the show, princess?"
"Fuck, yeah." I leaned in and kissed him, then Lucien. "Please tell me there will be repeats."
Lucien nodded quickly. "In your words, lover: fuck, yeah."
"Have you two already been down to see the hunters? Or did you get side-tracked on the way there?"
Nikolas laughed. "This? Is the result of a bet."
I looked at Lucien. "And you lost?"
He shook his head and laughed. "No, I won."
"You never told me he loved getting fucked, princess."
"I'm an incubus," Lucien said, shifting, his position seeming uncomfortable now that their little make-out session was over. "All sex is good sex."
"Oh sure, make it sound like I did a so-so job."
Lucien laughed. "Oh no, my wolf, you were mind-blowing."