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  CHAPTER ONE

  RAFE'S LAIR

  RAFE’S LAIR

  By Jessie Lynn

  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to Sass. You have touched so many lives and are greatly missed. Thank you for all the wonderful talks we’ve had and the advice you’ve given me. You have been taken away from us way too soon, but will never be forgotten. We will love you always and will see you again soon. Save us a seat and we’ll see ya when we get there.

  Love always.

  Prologue

  Rafe was making his rounds at Lair. So far, it'd been a fairly quiet night for a Sunday and Fates knew that was unusual for this crowd. To the general population Lair is the hottest club in Dallas. Every night, almost, brought in a different crowd. Tuesday through Saturday nights brought in your typical clubbers those coming to dance, see and be seen. Fridays and Saturdays, obviously being the busiest.

  Sundays and Mondays bring in your more extreme clientele. Those whose tastes are more taboo to most. Those nights it's nothing to see someone being led to the back with nothing on but a leash, or bent over a lap ass bared to everyone being spanked for Fates knew what. Or hell, you can see someone being fucked by two people right there on the dance floor. Lair caters to almost every preference.

  Every night however brings in the ones ordinary people know nothing about. The things humans thought were only imaginary characters in their favorite movies and books. Truth is there's an entire supernatural community living right in their midst interacting with them every day hence why Rafe was here watching, senses on high alert.

  Rafe is an enforcer part of the League. Those charged with regulating the supernatural world. Shit let's face it. If most humans actually found out the people living next door weren't really human. Well, they probably wouldn't take it all that great, now would they. So the elders of the races came together and created the council. The council was then blessed by the Fates making them righteous and just effectively making their rulings infallible and therefore final to the supernatural community.... Almost.

  The enforcers are initially chosen by the council, but cannot be given total authority until the supernatural community approves the nomination. In the beginning, the council chose many enforcers thinking they were the perfect puppets to do their bidding. And there was major upheaval in the supernatural world.

  But the Fates ensured there were safeguards to protect the people and only a few made it through the trials. The council was furious at first and the supernatural community prepared for war. But the Fates intervened again and order was upheld. There was then over a century before there were any more nominations for enforcers. Yet the trials have never been held again.

  The council still governs the supernatural world for the most part. The laws they created (with the blessing of the Fates) to protect both worlds from each other are still held fast today by the enforcers. And that's where the League comes in. The League are the legal and righteous guardians appointed by each race's elder who made it through the trials. Only they have been blessed by the Fates and considered just judges. And only they can bring a supernatural to trial acting as not only their officer, but their lawyer against the council as well.

  There are many enforcers, but only a few still alive are a part of the League. Not all enforcers are a part of the League because they have not been accepted by the people as guardians. Because of that, they are not blessed, nor recognized by the Fates. So therefore, they don't have the authority bring a supernatural to trial. They can restrain the offenders, but must wait and call in a League enforcer for final decision. But the supernatural community refuses to have more trials.

  Rafe nodded at Marcus, a fellow League enforcer working the floor tonight. Lair is owned by the League, so naturally everyone working here is of a supernatural race. The enforcers take shifts here to ensure the safety of the club in general although the entire city is their jurisdiction.

  "How's it going so far?" Rafe asked.

  "Surprisingly tame considering the company we have tonight." Marcus replied constantly scanning the room.

  "Well let's hope it stays that way, but you know the drill. Eyes and ears open at all times. Holler if you need anything."

  "Sure thing boss just another day in paradise.” Marcus added.

  Rafe continued on with his rounds always watching. Being a vampire has its advantages you know. You are so attuned to everything around you; you're able to react far faster than normal. Everyone knows from the legends, a vampire's hearing and sight is far better than any humans’ are. Hell most species of supernaturals' are though.

  But they also are able to sense the emotions of the people around them giving them the advantage of almost psychic abilities. Add that to the fact that they move faster than most species human and supernatural alike. And well hell most days it really is pretty damn good to be a vamp.

  There is however a downside to everything, and everyone. Nature's way of playing fair I guess. So coincidently the legends have another thing right. Vampires really do have to feed on blood. Yes animal blood will do. Problem is they just can't eat all the great stuff humans do. So they taste like well...animals. Ever had wild boar or deer or maybe bear? Does it taste as good as your store bought chicken or that great steak at your favorite restaurant? Yeah I didn't think so. So if you had a choice between fillet mignon or chicken nuggets, which would you choose.

  Now the difference between eating steak and drinking blood is. With steak, you can't kill your meal it’s already dead. And thus begins all your awesome legends about vamps, and like half the supernatural population for that matter. So the elders (blessed by the Fates at that time) made the laws. Any supernatural caught killing humans for any reason will be subject to just punishment should the council deem it necessary just punishment equals (when found guilty) always death. Seems harsh yeah, but the alternative is much worse.

  The world finding out there really are things that go bump in the night. Fuck! That shit would be catastrophic for everyone involved, supernaturals and humans alike.

  CHAPTER 1

  So here, Rafe is watching, and waiting for something to fuck up looking for anything out of the ordinary. Which is like looking for a needle in a haystack in this crowd. But then that's why it's good to be a vamp in this club. And that's why all the enforcers working under him tonight are guess what? Yeah, vamps.

  Ethan, a fellow League enforcer, comes over the com. "Seriously y'all there's just somethin totally wrong with seein an old fucker spankin another dude. I mean hell give me a pretty little thang with nice tits and a great ass laid out across my lap any night and I'll have her screamin all night long. Shit just string her up in front of me and I won't even have to touch her, she'll be beggin’ me to let anythang fuck her in no time."

  "Seriously Ethan have some compassion for the quirky guy...” Nate said. "I mean admit it you've been dyin to see what it's like batting for team cocksucker."

  Nate is the youngest enforcer working under Rafe tonight. He's only been on duty for the last 83 years. He's never been able to go through the trials, but he's a damn good enforcer. Rafe handpicked him as well as all his men to be a part of his squadron. Rafe is one of the few who have been able to pick all his enforcers on his team. Though he's been asked many times why he's chosen, a few that he has.

  "Fuck you little Natey boy, I think you'll be my first conquest. Cause damn boy we all know how much you like to have that little ass of yours plowed. "

  "Why the fuck you lookin at my ass old man?"

  "That's enough gentlemen, we're here to do our jobs remember? Not run a play by play on what’s going down tonight. Or talk about anyone’s asses be they little or not. Focus enforcers...” Rafe said barely able to keep the smile out of his voice.

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bsp; "Damn boss you take all the fun outta it. I mean shit what do you expect subjectin us to all this debauchery?" Ethan said. "Hell I'm wonderin what the fuck I did to piss ya off enough to be put over on this side of the damn world."

  "I'm quite sure it has a lot to do with the fact you're constantly talking 'bout asses. So we all just have to assume you love seeing anything get fucked in the ass." Marcus chimed in.

  "Don't you mean constantly obsessed with him being fucked in his ass?" Nate asked.

  "Come on over here Natey boy and we'll see how loud you scream when I shove my boot up your damn ass." Ethan replied.

  "I said that's enough children. Keep this up and I'll make sure you all get the worst assignments for the next 50 years." Rafe growled into the com.

  "Damn Rafe. What, you didn't eat your Wheaties this evening?" Marcus asked

  "I'm thinkin more like when's the last time he's been laid?" Ethan said

  "I got a Benjamin says it's been over a month." Marcus bet

  "Naw I got 2 benji's it's been more like 6." Ethan said.

  "How bout you Nate? You in?" Marcus asked

  "Hell no man. I'm not stupid; I wanna keep my head attached. Fuck you very much."

  They all started laughing.

  Great now they were making bets on how long it'd been since he'd been laid. Truth is it'd been a long damn time. Come to think of it, he couldn't even remember the last time. Hm, must not have been that great, or he was that far off his game. Rafe chose to say it was the former of the two.

  Hell maybe he'd find himself a sexy little sub to enjoy when the club finally closed down tonight. He could use a little stress relief and what better way to blow off steam than in the softness of a tight little pussy. You gotta love seeing your sub's skin glistening from being covered in sweat, with bright pink stripes across her from your riding crop. Or damn can't top hearing her scream out her orgasm while you fuck her bright red cunt after you'd flogged it. Well obviously, his dick was down with that judging by the sudden tightness of his leathers. Damn! Rafe really was in bad shape.

  Not to mention it'd been a little too long since he'd fed for that matter. Not a problem he could kill two birds with one sub as it were. Feeding and fucking do kinda go hand in hand. You can of course do one without the other. But no matter how old you are, you can't help but get seriously turned on while you have your fangs buried in a delicate neck. It's far easier to ensure your donor enjoys the experience while they're in the middle of an orgasm. Easier to ensure they don't remember the fang part too, just the fucking part.

  Shit he had to get off this train of thought for the moment. Now his gums were starting to ache and his fangs were trying to descend. Maybe he should find a sub now and take her to the back for a quickie to take the edge off. A starving vampire (no matter how old) is a dangerous vampire. It's harder not to take so much that you kill your donor. The older you are though, the longer in between feedings you can go. So yep, the legends were wrong 'bout that one too.

  Young vampires have to feed often to be able to have the control to stop before they kill. Like every night often. If they're starving, they're not strong enough to stop before they cross that line where they've taken so much they actually taste death in the blood. Once you taste that, then the predator takes over and there's just no stopping till you've drained your victim dry. Your donor turns into your victim at that point.

  Young vampires haven't developed the strength for much actually. They're fucking young. Hello!

  Very few vampires make it past their 100th birthday for this very reason. Yes, vampires have birthdays. What you thought we were hatched? No just bitten. Gotta love legends. Remember the whole Fates convo? Yes, a vampire can turn a human by biting them. But there had to be a first vampire to be able to bite the humans right? So we know the Fates had a hand in creating supernaturals therefore giving them birthdays.

  No one really knows exactly what the Fates are, well except for God that is. It's said that God appointed them to watch over the supernaturals. Some say they're demons who pissed him off, so he punished them by making them watch after supernaturals... Some say He created them before the angels and liked them so much he gave them whatever they wanted, which would be supernaturals. The only thing that's known for sure is that when a supernatural needs divine intervention, they call to the Fates. They either have the power to do it themselves or they talk to God for him to help. Yeah no one knows how they do it they just do. Okay? Usually...

  Rafe knew all too well how easy it is to cross that line. Most vampires do for that matter. It's a very powerful feeling knowing you control whether or not someone lives or dies in your arms. Death adds the sweetest taste to the blood. Unfortunately once you go there, it's hard to come back from it. It's kinda like eating your favorite treat. Would you like to, or want to give it up? Yeah it's fuckin hard. We know. We've all been there. Thank your lucky anything your favorite treat doesn't involve killing.

  Rafe's younger brother had to be executed because the predator in him. He came to love the kill so much he couldn't feed without killing. Roman would have been a great enforcer and Rafe had been so eager to bring him into his squad. He had been incredibly proud introducing his little brother to the men he served with every night and considered his brothers.

  But shortly after, Rafe actually found Roman right after he'd killed a woman. At first the thing he'd found hadn't even looked like his little brother. When the Roman Rafe knew finally surfaced, he'd then asked Rafe to help dispose of the body. Even knowing Rafe was an enforcer, a League.

  Rafe instead took him straight into custody and to the counsel to be tried. He still had nightmares about the way Roman had looked at him as the verdict was being handed down. The betrayal and blame Roman felt of Rafe's failure were burning in his eyes. Thank fuck he didn't have to be the one to carry out the sentence. Marcus had. Rafe still didn't think Marcus had fully come to terms with it either. But what's done is done. No matter how bad you wanted one, you don't get a do-over.

  Just then, some people at one of the booths caught his eye. So he started heading that way to check it out.

  CHAPTER 2

  Ava and Marie were in way over their heads here. What the hell were they thinking coming to Lair on a Sunday night? Hell Ava knew what they were thinking. All the stories Marie's mom Sass told them about her working as a dominatrix had them both so curious; they had to come check it out for themselves. Marie's mom told them they could just go and observe, see what it was like without having to get involved in anything going on. That if anyone came up to them, they could just say they weren't ready to play tonight, and they would be left alone. Yeah not so much.

  Ava and Marie honestly didn't think they would be approached so it was no biggie coming. Especially since, they found a booth towards the back kind of in a corner. Yeah definitely not so much on that one. I mean they weren't hideous or anything, but neither one of them thought they were supermodel material. So far they'd been approached several times and they hadn't even been here an hour yet.

  "I really don't think this was such a good idea after all." Ava said.

  "Come on Ava it's not that bad. I mean yeah it's nothing like we were expecting, but so far everyone that's come up to us has been cool about it. Momma said everything would be fine so relax baby girl. Let's do a shot and see what happens." Marie consoled her.

  Marie got the waitresses attention and ordered them each a shot of their favorite tequila, a margarita for Ava and a beer for herself.

  Relax. Right. They were smack dab in the middle of the kinkiest club in town and she was supposed to relax? Ava scanned the room again. There was so much going on it was hard to decide where to look. From where they were sitting, they had a pretty good view of the main floor.

  The place looked like a Goth fancy restaurant. If the restaurant you were dining in didn't have a dress code that is, and you could hear whips being cracked all around you, and moans coming from seemingly everywhere.

  There were bla
ck leather booths along three of the back walls with fairly high backs so you had to practically stand up to look over them. They gave the illusion of semi-privacy Ava guessed. And now that she thought about it, she really didn't want to know what had gone down in the booth they were now sitting in before they got here. On the tables there were candles and tablecloths short enough so that you could still see under them. Boy could you see what was going on under them, not that she necessarily wanted to.

  Huge Gothic wall sconces were in between every booth that looked like they held candles. The walls had that old Grecian textured paint, so when there were candles, the dim light would flicker shadows that danced across the peaks and valleys of the paint. There was also a huge chandelier hanging from what had to be like a three story high ceiling. She knew there were at least two floors because there was what looked like a balcony circling the entire room. And people were leaning over the railing looking down at the action going on the main floor.

  Heavy burgundy curtains framed the archways to the halls. Lord only knew what was down those halls. Ava didn't think she wanted to know though. Please don't let her have to use the bathroom, cause she sure as hell didn't want to have to venture into those halls to find one. There was a huge wooden bar with a mirror running the length behind it that took up the entire front wall too with lots of people sitting at it doing all kinds of interesting things. Yay.

  In a booth not too far away from them what Ava saw made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. A man was obviously talking into a woman's ear whose top was completely unzipped exposing her breasts. As he was talking to her, he was pinching and fingering her left nipple. The woman was definitely enjoying it by the look on her face. Her head was thrown back resting on the back of the booth. Her eyes were closed and she was arching her back pressing her chest into the man’s hand.