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Walking in Memories by L. Shannon
Walking in Memories By L. Shannon
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Walking in Memories Copyright© 2007 L. Shannon ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐170‐1 Cover Artist: Croco Designs Editor: Tracy Seybold All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone‐press.com
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Dedication For anyone who has ever had wild sex in a shower until they passed out, as well as anyone who would like to.
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Chapter One Chayse followed his twin brother, Rayce, onto the dark street in front of their current quarters. Rayce was a born leader, with the confidence to do whatever it took for any job. Chayse wasn’t and didn’t, so he followed. His brother’s shoulders were bunched tight with frustrated energy. The predawn walk to the Red Dragon was short, but maybe it would be long enough to put Rayce at ease. Rather than ask questions out loud, he brushed his magic over Rayce’s back with a light touch, a reminder that they were together. Rayce released his bound energy in a sigh of disgust. “I should have just taken the girl’s blood the first time. We might have saved Flayvor by now.” “We will rescue Flayvor.” “You’re damn right we will. We’ll strip this girl of every last memory. We’ll drain her dry to get the truth if we have to.” “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” Chayse hated when Rayce fell into the grim pit of determination that allowed him to speak about killing an unmarked innocent. Rayce’s booted feet pounded to a stop. “Damn it, Chayse. You’re Cyvampis. Why do you have to get this way?” “What way?” “It’s our duty to kill mortals. You always make it such a fucking tragedy.”
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon Chayse pushed back his anger. It had no place facing his twin. “Have I ever failed a tasc?” “No, but you’re a suffering fool to be torn up over ending such short lives.” “Since when is compassion a bad thing?” Despite his best efforts, his fangs pulsed with anger. “Just because I don’t revel in the kill does not mean I lack respect for our duty.” “Don’t get pissy.” Rayce grabbed his arm in a fierce grip that might have broken bones in a mortal. “I just hate to see you fight your nature. Being Cyvampis is a blessing and you only see it as a burden. Why can’t you feel the life of it as well as the death?” “I feel the life.” “Then act like you do. When we get this girl, don’t let her bring you pain. Let’s just do this well and get the information from her.” Rayce released his arm. “Try to remember whose life hangs in the balance when we catch Clarice.” “I have not forgotten Flayvor.” The young Synn was like a brother to them all. Saving him and Sayvor had become priority one to the remaining Anom’tan demons in their unit. But there were still limits to what they could do to save them. “I will promise to act the Cyvampis, if you remember Clarice is not a tasc.” The words hit Rayce with the impact expected. His face lost its harshness and understanding returned to his blue eyes. “You’re right. Clarice is not a tasc. If at all possible we will, we must, avoid causing her any permanent harm, just as Bryck commanded.” Chayse nodded. He took a step forward, then stopped and waited for Rayce to once more take the lead. He hadn’t wanted to waste time but this discussion was too important to let slide. As desperate as they were to save Flayvor, he couldn’t risk Rayce breaking one of the primary Tascryn laws. To do so would, at best, require harsh punishment which they would share. And, at worst, might lead to them being killed, tasced, for the crime. He and Rayce were bound. Whatever fate one shared, so did the other. They were twins, as close as any brothers could be, but he still
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon didn’t want to be locked in the earth with Rayce for a thousand years because of his brother’s hot temper. And that was the standard punishment for an unsanctioned death. “I feel you, brother. I’m in control,” Rayce growled. Chayse released his pent up tension. Now they could see to the business of getting the information from this woman and getting Flayvor to safety. The rest of the walk was made in silence and within minutes they reached the restaurant. The little place sat on the corner of two small streets and the dim exterior lights shone harshly over the ugly green tables left outside. “Can you sense her?” Chayse asked. “Yes. She’s moving around inside, downstairs.” Rayce’s abilities were stronger than his own. He could barely feel if there were people around at all, but he cupped his hand over the door lock. That was his specialty. He could move and tweak the finer details. The inner workings of an old key lock were nothing to manipulate and the lock clicked open easily. The inside of the restaurant was almost as ugly as the outside. The difference was that the inside was darker, in both the decorations and the lighting. The one bright spot was Clarice. The young woman glowed among the shadows of the run down place. The dim light clung to her golden hair. The sheer beauty hit Chayse the same way it had just hours before. Even then, in the middle of the night, she had radiated a purity of heat that welcomed him. She was special. And for her, he would even stand up to Rayce. Surely his brother could see what he saw. Fear for Flayvor sharpened the rough edges Rayce did little to soften even at the best of times. “Clarice, you lied to us,” Rayce said bluntly. “I’m sorry? Do I know you?” The woman’s green eyes widened. “I think I’d like to know you…” she purred and reached out for Rayce’s thick arm. Rayce shook his head. “We were here a few hours ago. Don’t you remember us asking you questions?”
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon Chayse watched her innocent expression shift to a puzzled frown. She hadn’t been this muddled before. True, Clarice hadn’t given them the information they needed but she’d seemed to grasp the importance of the questions. He looked deeper, touched on her mind and nearly fell back in surprise at what he found. “Rayce, she is without will.” “That cannot be.” But it was. The girl had been broken, her will and personality crushed beneath the heel of a psychic rapist. Chayse couldn’t stop from reaching for the girl. In her, he saw the victim he’d once been. Rayce grabbed his arm, dragging him back. “If it is how you say — “ “It is.” Rayce frowned at the interruption. “If it is, then perhaps we — you can help her while we find what we need, but regardless of whether she can be helped or not, we have to get the information from her to save Flayvor.” Chayse met his brother’s knowing eyes. “I understand.” Clarice had returned to cleaning tables. Her expression had lost its puzzlement and she once again appeared to glow with some inner peace. Her slender, manicured fingers drew the damp cloth over the table’s surface in steady, smooth circles. Her lips curved up the tiniest bit at the corners and she hummed what sounded like a lullaby. She looked so very innocent. “I don’t want her hurt.” Not even to save the two Synn demons. Something about this pale beauty captured him and forced him to admit, at least to himself, that he wasn’t willing to sacrifice her, regardless of the results. “You have the skill to read her. I can, too, but with less finesse. Do all you can to get what we need. Hopefully that will be enough.” Chayse couldn’t believe his ears. Rayce was giving him permission to lead, to take control and do what was needed. To his brother, control was precious and rarely given up. “Go. I’ll watch over you both.” Chayse paused one second longer then went to the girl. “Clarice?”
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon “Hello.” She released the washcloth and wiped her hands on her short apron. “You’re very handsome.” And before he could think or react, she plastered her body against his, and took his lips in a wild, passionate kiss that shattered his world.
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Chapter Two Clarice sighed as the gorgeous man relaxed against her. The man’s touch was perfect. It was what she needed, what she had to have. This embrace, this man’s kiss, would be what would fill her back up, push out the emptiness and make her whole once more. While she kissed him, she tried to remember what it had felt like to be whole. But the vast emptiness pressed the thought back, tearing it from her grasp. She couldn’t think. All she had left was to feel. She could feel. The hum in her body tuned itself to the blond she embraced. And as it settled, she knew she’d find herself, be healed, in his arms. But not yet. All that was left was to feel. She pressed in and sucked his tongue into her mouth, plunging her own in to explore and claim him. The tangle was fast, writhing and hot, but none of that distracted her from what she found. He had fangs! Her heart jumped in fear. The other one had fangs! Just as quickly as the thought had come, it dissolved once more. Then she heard his voice, only instead of being aloud the sound echoed through her mind. I will not hurt you. I know. She didn’t feel threatened by this one. He wasn’t like the other, even if he had fangs. He wouldn’t hurt her, but if he wanted to, she knew she’d let him. The other one had done something when he emptied her. He’d replaced her soul with mindless need. A need to do as she was told, take all she was given and give all she had.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon The man kissed her face and down her throat, with feather light touches. Clarice… I need you to trust me. I trust you. She offered herself up like a lamb to this lion, but as she arched into his steamy touch, her eyes fluttered briefly, seeing another man standing behind the one who held her. She nearly drowned in the other man’s desperate emotions. Flashes of lust, anger and something close to jealous rage were the least painful to see. The most awful was the raw love and terrifying fear present in his blue eyes when his gaze brushed over the man in her arms. Only then did she connect the two. They must be brothers, they looked so much alike, possibly even twins. But there was still a great difference between them. One was raw and bleeding; the other hiding and licking his wounds. Both felt terrible, bottomless hunger like her own, needs she could help fill, desires she had to satisfy. She clung to him, holding one brother and watching the other. Chayse was torn by guilt. He wanted Clarice more than he’d ever wanted air, and yet the part of his mind that should be in control cried out at how wrong it was to use her. What had been done to her had taken her choices away. She couldn’t say no to any demand he made and that made this beautiful connection ugly and soiled. Still his hands moved over her, exploring, caressing everything from her flushed cheeks to the creamy rise of her breasts, where they pressed up from behind her partially open blouse and apron. Before he thought better of it, he untied the apron strings under her thick hair and buried his face between the bounty of her tits. He kissed, licked and nipped at her tender flesh until he exposed a nipple and turned his focus to the tight bead. He sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around in wild circles, biting down lightly to roll the hard peak between his teeth. She moaned and arched into him. Chayse cupped her other breast, pinching at her nipple until she gasped into his hair and dug her fingers into his back. He flinched at the sharp pain. The motion scraped a fang over the tip of her nipple, cutting enough to taste her blood on his tongue. God help me. You taste of heaven.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon He couldn’t help himself. He licked at the tiny wound, and then pulled her back into his mouth for several long pulls, like a child feeding. “Chayse?” The quiet question broke through, barely. He growled, “Mine,” low in his throat. The dominant, possessive sound was unfamiliar in his mind. Yet, she was his, all his. He sucked hard once more, then adjusted to sink deeper, draw more of her into him… “Chayse.” This time the single word was a command. Only the long engrained habit of obeying his brother overrode the desire to take the pleasure Clarice offered so willingly. Even while he stilled his advance, he couldn’t draw back. Clarice was too much temptation. Especially in this docile, willing state. The shock of that revelation slammed him to a complete halt. He didn’t enjoy dominating a lover. That was Rayce, not him. He wanted a mate to take control and own him. Or at least he used to before Malynda had taken him. Yes, before her, he’d always sought out females who would top him. But now… Now, he seemed to be more aggressive. Even Rayce was warning him against his level of force. “I’m okay. I won’t hurt her,” he assured his brother. Clarice, though, expected him to finish what he’d started. His sudden stillness urged her to demand the prize he’d teased her with. She pushed at his chest, forcing his mouth back up so she could devour it in a long, lingering kiss. He’d become passive and she welcomed that as much as she had his prior advance. She latched on and sucked his lower lip into her mouth, reveling in the shudder that wracked his body. She released the tight grip on his blond hair and ran her hands down his hard body. He was so muscular, so strong. She grinned against his mouth. He was so at her mercy. She pushed until he leaned back over one of the tables. A swipe of her arm knocked the condiments to the floor. She crawled up his body, bracing her legs on either side of his hips. But something had spooked him. “Trust me, lover. I’ll treat you right.” Another deep kiss relaxed him once more. “Chayse. My name is Chayse.”
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon “Mmm… Chayse. I like that.” She kissed him again, bowing her body so she could reach the front of his jeans. She fought the button and fly and reached in to find him just as hard and aroused as she’d expected. His length sprang free with a shove of cloth. She looked down to see if her hand was being honest with its findings… Damn! The man was beautiful. His cock was long and thick, and very, very hard. She stroked the length from head to hilt and reached below to cup his balls, thrilled to feel them tighten and to hear him groan. He reached up and petted her long hair, fingers catching in the curls. The delicious tug countered the building pressure of her need. It was sharp against the dull ache that drove her to hike her skirt up further around her waist and rub herself over Chayse’s erection. Chayse jerked under her, bucking upward. “Clarice!” Dear Lord, she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. Or rather she was, but not much. She wore a skimpy black garter belt with matching thigh highs. The moment her bare flesh hit his, he was lost in the waves of heat burning between them. Her damp folds slid over him, embracing his cock much like her hand had done. Then all at once, with a roll of her hips, she sheathed him, sinking down over his cock in a single long, smooth motion. He was helpless. She rode him wildly, rocking back and then driving down. Her pussy clenched over him, so tight and hot he was sure he wouldn’t last long. Then she shattered over him, shaking and crying out. And he came with her, unable to wait to join her in orgasm. Clarice kissed him again, long and sweet. Then she drew back, returning her feet to the floor and leaving him exposed and used on the table. Used and content. Chayse wasn’t about to complain about her treatment. In fact, he hoped she’d consider using him again, and again. He sat up and tucked himself back to order. “Did you get any information?” Rayce asked from across the room. Information? Oh, shit. He’d been so caught up in being with Clarice that he’d forgotten their mission and that was completely unacceptable. “No, I’ll try again in a minute.” But this time he’d try without the sex.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon Maybe that would make it easier to remember his duty. No point in wasting time. Chayse started off toward the short hall where Clarice had gone. He’d only gone a few steps when he heard his brother’s silent warning. There are others here, five human males. They just entered the building from the back. Chayse ran with Rayce following him for once. They rounded the corner to find the males dragging a wide‐eyed but unresisting Clarice out the back doorway. The door slammed shut and even before Chayse hit it, he knew it was blocked. “Fuck this.” He trans‐located to the alley. The bastards had Clarice against a wall, about to violate her in what looked like a gang bang rape. Her gaze met his and he knew she saw this as different. She couldn’t say no, but she wanted to. And her inability to scream and fight made her seem willing. “Back the fuck off and let her go.” He growled and felt his fangs swell with his rage. Behind him the restaurant door exploded outward. Rayce joined him in the alley, moving silently behind him. Remember your earlier lecture on not harming those who have not been marked? I remember, but that doesn’t mean we can’t kick these assholes around a little. Rayce laughed. Good to have you back, my brother. One of the humans faced them. “This isn’t your business. She’s willing and wants what we’ll be giving her. She wanted it last night and she’ll want us again tomorrow.” The bastards had raped her before. He would kill them for that. Just not today. “I will hunt you down when your time comes. I will drain you dry for what you’ve done to her. Each of you will fall as my tascs.” It was rare to claim tascs prior to assignment but it was possible and in this case perfectly fitting. These piece‐of‐shit scum had used someone weak. They had broken something precious and would pay. “There are only two of you.” Rayce laughed again. “He won’t need my help, boys. I’ll be over
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon here taking a smoke.” He took out his Camels, shook out a smoke and lit it up. Almost casual, he leaned against the wall behind Chayse. They were about to get busy. Chayse couldn’t be happier. He forced himself to remember, non‐lethal combat. Not that it mattered all that much. The stupid males rushed him three at once. One stayed back holding Clarice and another drew a Glock on Rayce, as if that would make any difference. One punch TKO’d the first of the punks, dropping him flat. Chayse grabbed the second and used his own momentum to swing him around to use as a shield against the third. The motion was so fast and blurred the third male couldn’t stop his flashing knife. The blade cut deep into the man’s chest, a long slash that burst the scent of blood into the air. With his fangs already throbbing, the blood scent curled through him, a vicious demand he couldn’t and in fact didn’t want to deny. He tossed the bleeding one aside and caught the knife‐wielding male within a flare of power that left him as without will as Clarice. The knife fell forgotten to the ground. His companion’s shouts went unheard. Chayse drew the male back against his front, and released his hunger, sinking his fangs deep into the male’s throat. The rush of blood flowed into him with a satisfaction and pleasure close to that of sex. In fact, usually feeding was paired with sex to enhance both, but this time vengeance was an excellent stand in. Perhaps he would have lost himself in the feeding, drained the punk completely, but for a single quiet gasp. Clarice clutched at the last male, clinging to her rapist for protection. The one with the gun had bolted and was rounding the corner in a flat‐out run. The blood turned bitter on his tongue. Taking this male’s life would do no good. He backed his fangs out none too gently and shoved the unresisting human toward his friend. “Run. Run now.” Chivalrous males that they were, they ran, without a thought to Clarice or even their fallen comrades. And that left him facing a shaking Clarice, who was on the verge of tears.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon “Easy, I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.” He reached a hand out in entreaty, while fighting to regain his own composure. He knew he must appear a monster. Feeding and violence always brought out some of his demonic looks, including the red eyes and engorged fangs. The rest he could keep suppressed, but still he must be fearsome looking to Clarice. He stepped over the fallen men and approached her slowly, hand still out patiently. “Chayse?” His heart thundered. Even in her will‐less state, she remembered him, recognized him among all the violence. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe and help you remember. She threw herself into his arms, still shaking but clinging to his strength, trusting him to do as he’d promised.
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Chapter Three “We need to get out of here.” Rayce crushed out his cigarette. “Let’s take her back to the loft.” It was a strange feeling, watching his twin find himself once more. And that was indeed what he’d just witnessed. Mostly he wanted to rejoice, but a very small part of him feared this change. Would Chayse still need him, or become completely independent? And the girl, what would she mean to all this? She was so much more than he’d expected and she was healing Chayse, which was something he’d been unable to do. The dark sky rumbled with the coming of a storm. “Let’s not walk.” Chayse nodded. “To the roof.” He held the girl tight in his arms, and she clung to his chest. Pain shot through Rayce. Already Chayse was making decisions and not waiting to be led. It was a good sign and yet he wanted to be needed. When his brother and the girl disappeared, he followed, trans‐ locating to the roof of their building. The choice of not going in through the ground floor was interesting. Chayse wanted to keep the girl away from the others, which made sense. And he knew materializing directly inside the building would be harder for Rayce. The sky opened up, releasing rain in a wash of gray, before they’d made it to the edge of the building where the fire escape waited. The cold downpour drenched them all in seconds. Chayse led the girl over to the
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon rail and waited for Rayce to go before them. The concession to lead wasn’t missed, but somehow felt different. Rayce leapt over the side, slipping slightly on the slick metal. Then he turned to help the girl, but found Chayse had swept her up in his arms like some knight from the Middle Ages. Shit, what the hell was he thinking? But a look at how their gazes locked together and burned hot told him exactly what Chayse was thinking. And who wouldn’t want to hold a girl so lovely and fragile? He moved down the stairs ahead of the happy couple, but jerked to the side when the girl cried out and the sound of tearing metal cut through the night. Chayse jumped against the wall, away from the metal giving way, but the motion left him skidding, falling. Rayce grabbed his brother, taking the brunt of his weight and getting knocked down and pinned for his effort. He was about to help them up, when an ominous tremble froze him in place. Were they shaking from the cold rain, or maybe hurt from the fall? Laughter broke out. Clarice’s high‐pitched giggle and Chayse’s low chuckle blended together. Their laughter rocked through them and into his body. The rain continued to fall and the three of them remained in a heap while Chayse and Clarice laughed on. Rayce was sure they’d both lost their minds and was about to tell them as much when their position shifted slightly and revealed the two staring into each other’s eyes with a tenderness that was hard to grasp. Humor still tugged at her lips, but his had turned intense and hot. Then they were kissing, still wrapped in the same tender emotions. He should stop them, get them inside, but Rayce didn’t move. His brother had so little happiness in his life. He simply couldn’t take this moment away from him. So instead he waited, pinned between the two and the wall of the building. He used his magic to deflect the worst of the rain, offering the lovers a little protection even if he could do nothing for privacy. But as Clarice crawled over Chayse, their passion swept out and caught him up in the allure. He couldn’t help but reach out and touch the wet ringlets of her hair. The gold was darker now, almost brunette. He
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon smiled a little in surprise when the ringlet curled around his finger. Damn, she really was lovely. Her eyes closed and she arched back while sitting astride Chayse. At some point she’d joined them and now both were in the midst of all that pleasure. The heat between them made his protection from the rain obsolete. Steam rose from their skin, nearly with a sizzle, leaving them radiant. The glow was so much more than lust. How had he missed it? His brother was in love with this girl and she was halfway there with him. Perhaps when she was healed she’d choose to mate Chayse. Then he’d be alone. The pain of the thought shafted through him. Clarice turned her green gaze on him. Just a glance, but in it he felt…welcomed. Her hand reached out and clasped his, even while she cried out in orgasm with Chayse. Then Chayse lifted Clarice to her feet and tugged her wet skirt back down. His gaze darted over Rayce with a flash of wariness, perhaps guilt. But neither emotion stopped him from clasping the woman’s hand and leading her the rest of the way to their loft door. Rayce released the shield he’d held and let the cold rain pour over him. How had it happened? How had Chayse taken control from him? His brother had never wanted control and yet now he seemed willing to be the one guiding them all. There was only one problem with that. Chayse was doing a shitty ass job of it. And Rayce was through standing in the rain while his brother fucked up the only chance they had to save Flayvor and Sayvor.
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Chapter Four Chayse watched Clarice slowly move around the room and explore the space he shared with his brother. Her fingers brushed over the painting Rayce had done years ago. Did she know how important that black and crimson abstract was? No, probably not. How could she understand his twin had painted it while he’d lain near death from Malynda’s final abuse? Then Clarice moved on to the long desk that held his three computer systems. “Which one of you is a technogeek?” “That would be me.” “I only see one bed. Does Rayce have another room then?” She stroked her fingers over the comforter of the king‐sized monster. “No…” “You share a bed? I’ve heard twins can be close.” Her words were neutral but still he got the impression that she was disgusted by the possibility of him and Rayce having sex. Frankly, so was he. “We’re close, but not that close.” “But you share a bed?” He sighed and suddenly wanted to tell her why. He wanted her to understand him. “A few years ago I was…hurt badly, almost killed. My brother cared for me. He saved my life. I felt safe with him when I didn’t anywhere else.” And moving to Mitgard hadn’t changed that need to be close to Rayce. The door to the stairs slammed open before Rayce. The cold damp
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon wind blew in past him, tearing around the loft. Rayce himself was soaked and pissed. Rayce in a good mood was hard enough to handle, but now, with his eyes blazing red, he was terrifying. Chayse took a single step to block Clarice protectively. If it had been anyone else threatening him, threatening Clarice, he was sure his body would have reacted differently. His fangs would have shot out. His eyes would have gone fiery like his brother’s. His muscles would have bulged in anticipation. But it was Rayce and all he did was wait. His brother rushed into him and lifted him in a hard crash against the wall. Then Rayce was all up in his face, snarling in rage. But his words came silently. You have done nothing to release the girl’s memories. You have done nothing to save our comrades. You fuck her over and over and still have yet to touch her mind. Even now, Flayvor may be suffering, dying because of this delay. Will you carry him to the Hall of Souls? Will you release him back to the Creator’s arms? Or will you get the fuck straight in your head and do your duty now? Shame flooded over him. His brother was right. He’d lost sight of what was important the moment he’d seen Clarice. His hesitation was dangerous. I didn’t want to hurt her. Yet you’ll happily take advantage of her previous abuse? You use her like the toy she’s been turned into. I’ve never been this fucking disgusted with you. Rayce slammed him against the wall. He welcomed the pain, mild though it was. He deserved it and much more. Rayce was right. He’d been using her, even if he hadn’t intended to. Even though he knew she couldn’t say no, he’d taken anyhow. It was something he would have fought to protect others from. It was a situation he’d been in himself. “I’ll make it right.” “You’re damn right you will.” I can’t work with minds like you can, but if you won’t do what’s needed, then Bryck will. And you can keep whatever is left of her as a pet. Because she won’t be good for much else. Rayce backed off. Chayse barely had time to regain his balance before Clarice was at his side, burrowing into his arms. He met his brother’s hard stare over her head. He’d really blown it. Mistreating a helpless girl and neglecting his
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon duties to his comrades. Shit. He was the only one in the unit who had a prayer of unlocking Clarice’s memories without harming her any further. Bryck could certainly get the information, but Rayce was right. She’d be left ravaged by their commander’s powers. He did what he’d hesitated to do earlier. He probed her mind to sense how much damage had been done and how he could go about searching for the right memories as well as helping her to regain her rightful will. But her mind was a tight knot he couldn’t unravel. All he sensed was what they’d found during their first check of her mind. I can’t read her without taking her blood. And he hadn’t read her earlier when he had indulged in her sweet taste. Damn it Chayse, then take it. Why was he hesitating? He needed to take her blood and he desperately wanted to. He pulled her damp hair to the side and trailed his lips down the line of her neck. His fangs swelled, surged with aching need, just as the rest of his body tightened with desire. Clarice shuddered at the brush of his lips. The contact was electric and alive. This man… Chayse felt so right, like they were two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. His arms held her tenderly and his mouth against her skin pushed back the hollowness. Then his arms turned to iron and something rasped sharply over her throat. A sliver of pain struck deep but eased away with a flood of pleasure before she could even flinch. Like a key in a lock, the two of them were suddenly connected, joined and matched in a perfect pattern. And with a click, she opened. His mind slid firmly into hers, filling her with determined force. A force much kinder but still all too familiar. Panic rolled through her. She’d lost so much of herself with the last invasion… She couldn’t let it happen again. She threw herself backward, shoving hard with her arms against his chest. Turning, she fled without direction, just putting space between her and this man who’d invaded her mind. She bolted through a door. The room was a bathroom, but had a thick door and a good lock which she slammed into place.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon Her mind rushed with torrents of memories and thoughts that were little more than a confusing jumble. He’d done something to her. But what? She sank to the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs and holding on for all she was worth. What had he done? She’d felt the invasion and panicked, but had he hurt her? Had he messed with her mind like the other one? The other one… A horrendous image of a demon with skin like pale marble flashed briefly through her mind. Demon? It had to be. It had bat‐ like wings and long fangs. Fangs? Oh God, was she with others like that even now? Was Chayse, who seemed so gentle, a demon? If he was, how had she felt so safe with him? Why did she even now want to throw open the door and seek the shelter of his arms? “Clarice, I’m coming in.” Before she could scramble from the door, the darker man appeared before her. Just appeared! One second he wasn’t there and the next he was bumping into the sink. He didn’t reach for her or do anything other than sink down onto the closed toilet seat on the far side of the room. “I won’t hurt you.” The words were so like the ones Chayse had spoken back in the Red Dragon. His looks and voice were so much like Chayse although both were somewhat rougher. Those similarities eased some of the fear. Chayse hadn’t hurt her. She’d never seen people move through space like this one, Rayce, had done… Or had she? Then she remembered being carried to the building rooftop within Chayse’s arms. They hadn’t walked there, just arrived like magic. It all seemed so surreal. “Chayse is pretty fuc —messed up. He didn’t mean to scare you.” He lifted a small towel from the rack behind him and tossed it lightly to land beside her. “You’re bleeding.” Bleeding? The question awoke the pain at the side of her neck. She reached up and stared at the crimson covering her fingers. More than a little nick. She lifted the towel and pressed it to the injury. “What do you want with me?” “We have a friend who was hurt and another who was kidnapped.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon You were there when they were attacked. We need you to remember what you saw.” She had another flash of memory. This time it was the young man she knew as Flav. Some others were dragging him away. Then all she saw was the face of the demon. “Flav is the one who was taken?” The breath whooshed out of Rayce. “Yes. What do you remember?” She fought to make sense of the scene, but all she remembered was Flav being hit and dragged. She tried to see the ones dragging him, but the memory tore away before she could grasp any more details. “I don’t remember who took him. I feel like someone scrambled my memories.” “If you’ll let him, Chayse can help you.” “What was done to me?” “The best we can figure is that one of the ones who attacked Flayvor attempted to remove your memories of the attack. The effort was not done well.” “I felt… empty.” “That is as good a description as any. Your memories and even most of your personality were twisted, locked away. It seems Chayse was able to at least unlock your mind. He should be able to help you untangle it as well.” “You’re not human, are you?” “No, and neither is Flayvor.” Had she ever feared Flav? She couldn’t be sure. Rebelliously, she met Rayce’s gaze. “I want to help, but I don’t know if I can do it without panicking.” Rayce moved slowly, standing and easing closer as if she might bolt again. “Come here.” He held out a big hand to help her stand. “Why don’t you take a quick shower and clean up first, then we’ll find a way to make it work.” His hand hovered there, allowing her to decide.
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Chapter Five Clarice slid her fingers into his, comforted by his strength. Standing, she moved before the mirror to see how bad the bite to her neck was. There wasn’t as much blood as she’d feared. In fact, the wound was little more than a scratch and seemed to be healing while she watched. “How?” Rayce moved behind her, making her tense nervously. He lifted her hair aside, sending tingles dancing over her skin. “We need blood to survive, but don’t need to kill. The healing is a gesture of gratitude for those willing to help us live.” He moved so slowly she was mesmerized by his approach. His lips brushed over the cut. The touch of his tongue left her shivering and hot. Then he backed away, but his gaze locked on hers in the mirror. “Get cleaned up. We’ll wait for you in the loft.” As his hand fell away, she was swallowed up by the sudden fear of being alone. These men were scary, but they were also familiar. Her own mind seemed to be the enemy and she didn’t think she could fight it alone. “Will you stay? I mean here, in the bathroom, while I shower.” She bit her lip nervously. “I don’t want to be by myself.” A dark fire flared in his eyes, desire and something more. “Let me check on Chayse, then I’ll come right back.” “Okay.” This time he used the door. The loss of his enormous presence was an immediate shock. The room was too large. Her heart pounded too loud. Everything was simply too much for her all at once. He’ll be back.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon Maybe Chayse, too. A flash of memory reminded her of all she’d done with Chayse. She’d turned wanton and now that her mind was coming back on line she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to be back in his arms. But was it her, or what had been done to her? Maybe the shower would help her think. She stripped off her damp clothes, stepped in and adjusted the water to spray hotly over her already heated body. The water didn’t help. Her memories swirled like vicious tides, dragging her down into their deadly depths. None of them made sense. She’d never be able to tell the brothers what they needed. Poor Flav, he didn’t deserve whatever had happened. She was sure he was an innocent. Helpless to find what they needed on her own, she was no good to them. She sank down onto the tile of the shower stall. Somehow the hard ceramic anchored her to the world and kept her from drowning in the mess of her own mind. Oh fuck. Chayse, get in here. Clarice heard his voice in her head. It’d been like when she heard Chayse but this time she knew Rayce hadn’t been directing the thought at her. Strong arms lifted her upright. She burrowed against him, against Rayce, letting him hold her. “Your shirt is soaked,” she mouthed into the cold fabric. She pushed it out of the way, needing contact with his skin, desperate for the heat that poured off him. Then the shirt was gone. Still, he held her against him, his heat burning her front, the hot water beating at her back. It teased at the cold core of her body, tempting her to let go of fear and accept his strength as her own. The stall door moved and Chayse joined them in the shower, but he’d removed his clothes, down to a pair of boxers. She smiled at the concession. Both were trying to comfort and care for her. Both were trying too hard to be non‐threatening. Chayse eased closer and began to slowly soap her skin, washing away the crusted blood and cold sweat. His touch was so gentle, almost tentative. She liked that about him. He was so strong and yet every time he touched her, he was gentle and reverent.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon Trapped between the two, she should have been terrified, but instead felt sheltered. They came for her because of their protective ways. To protect Flav. “I want to help.” Both men stilled. Chayse’s soapy hands tightened a little where they framed her waist. “I want to help,” she repeated. “You both have promised to not hurt me. I’m going to choose to believe you.” She took a shaky breath and continued. “You can take my blood, rummage through my mind. I allow you to. I want you to if it will help save Flav.” Chayse stroked a light touch over where he’d bitten her. “I’m sorry.” She turned to face him, leaning back into Rayce’s arms. “I might panic again. I want you to do whatever you can to get me through it. If not for you, I would still be an empty shell, with my past and future locked away.” She cupped a hand over his smooth jaw. “I trust you. I trust you both.” With those words she handed her life over to these two men. Oddly, the surrender was not scary at all. Instinctively she knew they were capable enough to not make mistakes as well as compassionate enough to honor their promises. She watched with pleasure as their gazes locked above her and some silent agreement was reached. It was Rayce who turned her to face him and took control with a somewhat wry grin. I am the distraction. His lips met hers with a crash of force. Unlike Chayse, Rayce was dominant and commanding. He had control of the kiss and with sure hands, carved her bare body against his own. She reached between them and began to unbutton his jeans, but a few helpless tugs told her getting the drenched fabric off was impossible. But all at once the denim dissolved under her fingers, leaving nothing but flesh. His cock rose hard against the junction of her thighs. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking over the silken length, reveling in his growl of need. Her own desire spiraled upward. She couldn’t be sure it was real, but for now it was enough. She lifted one knee, curling her calf around
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon Rayce’s muscular leg. His cock shifted perfectly against her throbbing clit. Her body jumped at the contact, sliding over his swollen head and sheathing him in a shallow stroke. His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her to ride him. He leaned back against the wall of the stall and thrust up into her. Over and over, he took her hard and fast. The first orgasm hit without warning. She shattered, clenching over his thick cock while his arms crushed her against his chest. Her heart pounded out of control. Then he was thrusting again, this time with long slow motions that pushed the need through her veins, demanding she come again. She gripped his thick blond hair in an attempt to drag him down into a kiss. He refused, and responded by slamming up into her. He groaned and buried his head against her throat. Suddenly she knew what he wanted, what he had to have. She tilted her head, baring her neck to him. A low growl was her only warning. Then his fangs sank into her and drew at her vein, pulling her life into him even as he spilled his life into her. She came again, screaming out in pleasure. This time there was no ragged wound. Rayce withdrew from her with a sensuous swirl of his tongue. Only then did she feel Chayse’s hands at her back, in her hair and petting over her body. One thing she knew, Chayse hadn’t touched her blood or her mind. “You didn’t…” “The angle was all wrong.” Chayse helped her to balance as she turned to face him. Her knees were weak and she was grateful when Rayce slid his arm around her waist to hold her up. Being with Rayce should have satisfied her, and yet, a single look at Chayse reminded her body of how good he felt and what they could be like together. It was no less than what she’d just felt with Rayce, but it was different and good. She pulled him forward and kissed him. Unlike his brother, Chayse let her tug him down to kiss. That was the difference. Being with Rayce was being taken. Being
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon with Chayse was being with him, perhaps even being the taker. She kissed him deep and stroked her hands over his body, surprised to feel how badly she wanted him. She ached to take him into her mouth. She’d yet to taste either of them and she very much wanted to. Would they taste the same or different? She wrapped a hand around Chayse’s cock and started to drop to her knees, but Rayce held her up. “Much as I love your pleasure at the thought, blowing him would not improve the angle for Chayse.” True. “Duty first, tasting later.” She nodded and relaxed, waiting for whatever Chayse needed. His hands moved down her body, caressing, arousing. His body moved in against her. His lips met hers in a gentle kiss. It was long and lingering and passionate in the way of long time lovers. A slow, sweet tangling of tongues. She stroked the length of his cock, loving how he twitched each time she reached the base. She cupped his balls with her other hand and squeezed, forcing a gasp from his mouth. “Take me, Chayse. I want you inside me.” The hands at her waist lifted her. She took advantage and wrapped her thighs around Chayse, guiding his cock where she so desperately needed. Chayse shuddered and then slammed home. He rocked against her, driving in long rolling waves that thundered through her body. His mouth against her kiss changed. His fangs... She felt them and knew what they meant, but still there was no fear. She eased the force of her kiss, not wanting to accidentally cut herself on the sharp points. With the tip of her tongue, she explored the enlarged canines. Heat shook her core when she felt them react to her touch. She could feel his heart beat there almost like she would on his cock. The realization sent her to teasing, running her tongue over him until his thrusting rhythm stuttered, deepened. Chayse, see to your duty. Rayce’s mental prompt flowed over her. She swallowed his growl. Chayse’s kiss grew fierce and desperate. Whether by intention or accident, she didn’t know, but his fangs cut her lip. The moment he sucked her blood into his mouth, she felt him rise and
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon slip into her mind. They became one writhing being, all together and part of one whole. And while her past was bared to him, so was his to her. In a sigh she felt the horrors of what he’d been through and felt his anger at her own suffering. Their memories jumbled and then parted. She remembered the attack on Flav. She saw her brother, Dante, with the two men. No, they hadn’t been men, but demons. She felt again the nightmare of having her mind torn from her grasp. She experienced it all. Panic welled in her. It was too much, too hard, too terrifying. She felt Chayse but knew he wasn’t strong enough to hold her. He bled from the same wounds as she did. He’d never pulled himself free. He couldn’t help her. Or perhaps he’d helped her as much as he could. Now she faced the truth; she wasn’t strong enough to cope with what had been done. She’d fall apart and seek the dark once more. No! I will not let you fall. I’ve been the strength for him and now will be for you. The hands that shifted her were not gentle. They were strong and controlling. They were dominant and allowed no room for fear or hesitation. She felt his fangs at her throat. They sank hard and deep as he entered her from behind, claiming her ass, pushing in slowly. She screamed at the invasion, screamed into Chayse’s kiss, screamed at the fullness of having them both. Her hands clawed at Chayse, raked his back with long furrows. Rayce didn’t thrust into her. He’d claimed her, but he was too large and had to wait for her to adjust to him. Chayse began moving again with slow strokes that drove any thought but her lovers from her mind. There was nothing in the world except these two men and how they filled her. Pierced four ways, she was filled completely, devoured by them, fed by them. She was part of them, an endless circle of pleasure. The forgotten water hit them and burst into steam. The hiss of evaporation was paired with what must have been waves of magic. Clarice stared in awe as the water sparkled with a rainbow of color. But there was a feel to the waves of a coming climax. She felt both men
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon shake and was oddly parted from them, aware of both together and separately. Rayce drew at her neck and thrust into her ass. One hand cupped and squeezed her left breast and the other supported her opposite thigh. His body was a tightening cable ready to snap any second. Chayse was ready. One hand braced against the shower wall, the other pinched at her right nipple. His kiss sucked at her in the same uneven rhythm as his jackknifing hips. Somehow their motion came together smoothly, rocketing her with the pounding, driving her past any recognizable point of being, to a new place where air and earth were unimportant. Then the world parted and she fell, broke into a million pieces. Her lovers came together and fell with her. It was her last conscious thought before she blacked out.
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Chapter Six Rayce cradled Clarice against his chest, while Chayse carefully dried her and together they wrapped her in a plush robe. Neither spoke of what they’d experienced. For now at least the emotion was too raw, too precious. He carried her out to the bed and waited while Chayse pulled back the blankets so she could be tucked in. He couldn’t help but trace the beautiful frame of her heart shaped face. And again he brushed his senses over her, finding her heartbeat and breathing even and unstrained. At first he’d feared they’d taken too much blood and the loss had made her pass out. But that wasn’t it. She would be thirsty but had not lost so much as to be more than slightly lightheaded. “I saw her memories,” Chayse said quietly. Rayce materialized clothing and joined his brother at the window. Unspoken between them was the fact that Chayse was afraid of Bryck. Rayce would be the one to brief their commander. He’d do so willingly, especially with such good news. Chayse faced him for a moment, hand hovering over his skin for a heartbeat before making the connection. With the touch came the images that had been trapped in Clarice’s mind. All of the attack had happened in moments. There was little more than blurred details. But there was enough. Her brother, Dante, was the key they’d needed. Dante had spoken only one line in the memories, but it was a damning one. “Take him to the Sundown Club.”
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon The Sundown Club was the local BDSM scene. Rayce had even gone there once to find a certain, perverted man he’d been chosen to tasc. The club was owned by Dante Hadrien and was a known hangout of vampires and other non‐humans who preferred the night. “I’ll tell Bryck.” He turned to go, but Chayse caught him. “There was more. The one who hurt Clarice.” A second scene flashed through shared memory. This one showed a single demonic face, a familiar marbled fiend who had gone rogue. It wasn’t irony that their cousin was the same one to attack a member of their Anom’tan unit. It was nothing but pure jealousy. Rynix had been denied entrance to the Anom’tan ranks. He was a twin but was too unstable to reclaim his soul. Now they knew who had Flayvor and it was anything but a comfort. “Tell Bryck. Maybe he can track Rynix before he does any more harm.” Chayse looked toward the bed with a new realization of just how precious Clarice was. She could have been killed by Rynix. She may yet have long term effects from the psychic intrusion. She was so very brave. She’d welcomed them both and given them so much more than they’d had reason to hope for. Chayse sank onto the bed beside her and stroked her blonde hair back from her face. So beautiful and fragile. So very human. How could it be that they’d only met in the last twenty four hours? How could it be that he’d fallen for her so hard? Yet, somewhere out there, she had a life without them. He’d seen her memories. She was a student at the university, putting herself through medical school by working long hours at the restaurant. It was strange, the thought of her being a human doctor. Sure, with her strength she could be anything she wanted. But all he’d seen was the desire that ruled her heart. She was vivid in her sensuality. With a look, she made him hard. And she’d tamed Rayce. Did she know how unexpected that was? Probably not. Poor Rayce, who’d gone from female to female and never felt for them… he’d been caught in the sweet snare of her touch. He’d never seen his brother act so tender with a woman.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon So in love. There had to be a way to convince her to stay with them. She’d still be able to go to school, but money would never be a problem. Could he use that as a lure? Or would that insult her? Her eyes fluttered and opened slowly. Her soft glittering gaze met his shyly. “What happened?” “You passed out.” He caught her hand and held it gently in his own. “Just relax for a minute and you’ll be fine.” “Where’s Rayce?” “He went to talk with the rest of the unit.” “Unit? That sounds very military.” She paused then asked, “but Rayce said you weren’t human. Will you tell me more about ah… what you are?” This was one question he wished could have been put off a little longer. How could he be honest and keep her from comparing him and Rayce to the monster Rynix had become? “Are you afraid of me?” She looked puzzled by the question. “No, I’m not afraid of you.” He squeezed her hand. “Have either Rayce or I done anything to hurt you or make you fear us?” She pulled back just a little to lean against the headboard. “I’m not afraid of either of you.” “Good.” He sighed. “We are Cyvampis demons. So is the one who attacked you.” When she didn’t scream or run away, he was encouraged. When she reached out and reclaimed his hand, he was accepted. “The one that attacked me did not look human at all. You do, mostly. How or why is there a difference?” “We can assume human form. We have to blend in among humans to survive and do our duty. Rayce and I are members of an Anom’tan unit.” “What is that…Anom’tan?” “In our oldest language it means ‘soul walker’. Most Tascryn demons can not handle the burden of carrying their souls within their bodies. Anom’tan are paired to provide the strength needed. Rayce and I are paired so we both could claim our souls and walk under the sun
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon without being burned alive.” She nodded. “Will you show me what you really look like?” “This is what I look like. It is as natural for me as my original demonic form.” At her stubborn look he conceded, “Yes.” He stood back just in case the change scared her, even though she was being very accepting so far. He locked his gaze on hers and let the change take his body slowly.
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Chapter Seven Clarice sucked in her breath. He was beautiful. His height and weight probably hadn’t changed much, but Chayse now sported immense wings that swept out to either side. His skin had changed too. Now it looked smudged with red and golden paint. Not paint though. The bright shadows slid over his arms and caressed his bare chest like some living thing. His face was the same, but different. His eyes were several shades paler with an odd new glow to them. His fangs had grown larger than she’d ever seen or felt them, They overhung his lower lip looking dangerous and way scary until she remembered how much he’d loved her licking them during sex. “You have horns.” The short golden curves looked out of place among his blond hair. When his hand rose self consciously, she saw his fingers were tipped with wicked claws. “Please don’t be afraid.” His voice was lower and a little lispy around his fangs, but the tone was all Chayse, hesitant and endearing. Endearing? Had she just considered this demon…endearing? Yes, and she couldn’t stand to see the fear of rejection on his strong features. Clarice crawled from the bed and eased up beside him. This is Chayse. He won’t hurt me. She reached out and touched his shoulder first, finding it the same smooth texture as it was in human form. She touched his hair which was as soft and flowing as ever. Then she reached out to touch one of his wings. “Oh! It’s so strange…” The wing tissue was surprisingly fragile.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon “Can you fly?” “Yes.” The fear seemed to ease out of him. His wings shifted, relaxing to hang down his back almost like a pale golden cape. “I can take you with me if you’d like?” “I think I’d enjoy that.” She pulled his blond, horned head down and kissed his lips, right over his swollen fangs. And his stomach let out a loud grumble which made them both laugh. “Guess that means I’m back on the menu?” She pushed her hair back from her neck. Her body awoke fully, anticipating his bite as he leaned forward. His fangs brushed her skin, but all he did was press a kiss to her neck and rearrange her hair back over her shoulders. “The menu includes much more mundane food as well, and I was thinking maybe grilled cheese sandwiches. Care to join me in the kitchen?” His body changed form, slowly easing back into his human appearance. She claimed his hand. “I’d love to.” They walked to the stairs together and found Rayce just starting up from below. He changed direction and waited for them at the bottom. His gaze burned as it raked over her and settled on her and Chayse’s joined hands. His short nod was understanding and satisfied, but also pained. He hid the flash of agony quickly, but still, it twisted through her. In his own way, Rayce was just as vulnerable as his brother and his affection was just as precious. She reached out and claimed his hand in her free one. “Chayse was showing me the kitchen and promising grilled cheese sandwiches. Is he any good at making them?” Rayce cleared his throat. “He’s not bad at it.” “I’d be happy to make a few extra. You can tell us what will be done next while I cook.” Chayse released her hand and hurried ahead of them. Rayce pulled her to a stop inside the large spacious living room. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be staying for lunch.” His huge hands wrapped around both of hers, holding her before him. “I wasn’t even sure you would still be here when I finished briefing Commander Bryck.”
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon “I’m still here.” He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. “I know this has been a hell of a morning, but I can’t express how happy I am that you are here now. I’d like you to consider staying longer and getting to know the rest of the unit.” “Staying?” She wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking, but her body understood perfectly what he was offering. “Chayse… he needs you. I’ve never seen him so happy. I know he hasn’t been this content in decades.” “And what about you?” “I can’t bear the thought of you leaving. I hurt here,” he thumped his fist against his chest lightly, “when I think of letting you go.” “Would you have let me leave if I wanted to? Would you have let me go back to my life?” The real question was did she want to go back? Everything had changed. She had changed. Memories of the restaurant and her tiny apartment above it were all ugly and contaminated by what had happened there. “If you left us, I’m sure my brother and I would both die a little, but we would not, will not, force you to do anything you don’t want.” Clarice wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “I can’t go back to the Red Dragon. I can’t face what that creature did to me, what he turned me into.” “You don’t have to go back. You can stay here with us for as long as you want.” She thought about what staying would mean. She cared for Chayse and Rayce, maybe even loved them. Staying here would offer the chance to explore that possibility. “I will have to go back to school. There will be plenty to catch up on just from the few days I missed.” “That would be no problem.” “I’m terrible at house cleaning and can barely cook.” “We don’t need a maid or kitchen help. Wyk sees to all that we need as well as makes sure we keep the place neat. She’s a bit of a terror, but I think you’ll love her as much as we do. She insists on mothering us all, except for Bryck.” He combed his fingers through her hair. “Why don’t
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon you give us a try for a few days and see how it goes. At the very least it will give you time to settle somewhere new.” Chayse called out from the kitchen. “Are you two coming? I’ve got enough food here for three units.” She grinned up at Rayce. “Sounds like we’d better go.” She’d decided and she let the decision show on her face even as she reached up and kissed Rayce. “I’ll stay. I’ll stay with you both.” Then they joined Chayse in the kitchen where he was pouring orange juice for a woman, a demon and two children. The demon she remembered as the one she’d seen with Flav during the attack. His face she recognized, everything else was different. “Let me introduce you to everyone. Clarice, this is Flav’s twin, Sayvor, and the psychologist who has been helping him, Dr. Sasha Washington.” “This is the girl that has Chayse in here humming show tunes?” the little girl asked abruptly. “She is lovely. Have you convinced her to stay?” Clarice sucked in her breath at the very adult tone coming from the child. And she noticed Chayse watched her intently, waiting for her or Rayce to respond. She gave him a slight nod and smile, unable to let him wait. Rayce squeezed her hand gently. “And this is Wyk and her mate, Dyce. Do not let her child’s body fool you. She is eldest here and has authority over us all.” “And don’t let that oaf of a blood demon keep you standing in the doorway. Come on in, and consider yourself welcome.” Wyk held out a hand to the empty chair beside her and then turned back to Rayce. “Mayce and Spyce have gone to the Sundown Club. Bryck has returned to Niflheim. He is seeking a sanction from the queen to hunt Rynix.” The last was said with a mixture of regret and satisfaction. “I expect he will get it.” “I expect so.” Rayce said. “Isn’t that harsh?” Chayse asked quietly as he placed a plate of sandwiches on the table in front of Clarice and Rayce. “Not that I don’t want to beat him into pulp for what he’s done…but a hunt is usually for higher crimes.”
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon Dyce answered, “Rynix has been draining people, mostly the homeless, which kept him off the mortal news. He has signed his own death sentence. Bryck will get his sanction.” Eventually Sasha and Sayvor left for some therapy and Wyk and Dyce left to see to some other duties. Clarice found herself in the kitchen alone with her two lovers. She watched as they stood at the sink, bickering while they did the dishes. Her life had taken a decided change of directions and yet she couldn’t regret the outcome. She could never regret being with these two men. “I think the dishes are done.” They both turned to look at her. She stood, grabbing each brother by the hand, leading them out of the kitchen and back toward their decadent loft. “You’ve both fed on my blood. Now you own me some of that tasting now that the angle doesn’t matter.” She laughed as their expressions changed from interest to wicked sexiness. The End… for now.
Walking in Memories by L. Shannon
Author Bio L. Shannon, the author, came into existence in June of 2004. Shannon’s always been a reader and lover of books, but never considered writing until one night when she ran out of books to read… She began writing that very night as the first line of defense in a battle against insomnia. Her writing has steadily grown into a full‐out war against reality. Her friends kindly say reality never stood a chance. The L. Shannon’s novels have expanded to fill an entire world with paranormal wonders including Valàfrn werewolves, Tascryn demons, blood‐sucking vampires, sexy selkies and many, many more. Be careful if you choose to enter Shannon’s hunk‐filled world. You may never wish to leave… In the time Shannon doesn’t spend writing, she’s kept busy by bothering her husband, showing dogs, gardening and watching over her four Butterfly Koi ponds. You can learn more about her writing and her life at http://www.lshannon.net.