Jackson was the Head Enforcer of the Belle Fort Wolf Pack in eastern Montana. He had a large frame, standing taller than six feet, with powerful arms, and dark mocha skin, short black hair, and gorgeous coal-black eyes. He had been sent as protection for both Cameron and me, as if I needed it. However, neither of them knew my secret. No one knew my secret. To them, I was just another human.
I had met Cam five years ago, at a doctor’s conference, and we had become close friends. He was shorter, under six feet, but still had an athletic body. He was toned, with tan skin, and shaggy black hair and light blue eyes. Damn! He had a sexy body, and I’d enjoyed fucking his tight ass that weekend we’d met. That was the weekend I had "discovered" that he was a wolf and that paranormals existed. We had been best friends with benefits for two years before he’d met his fated mate in Jackson. The two were perfect for each other, and while I missed the sex, I was happy for my friend. He had found his match, and Jackson was an okay guy.
"Dr. James, I presume?" An elegant vampire appeared in front of us. "The toxicologist?"
"Yes, I'm Dr. Cameron James. This is Head Enforcer Jackson Turner, and my good friend and associate, Dr. Krispin Adair," Cam responded.
"Great, my name is Carson Matthews. I’m the head tracker for the coven. Please follow me. I’ll take you up to the infirmary to see Master Stephen."
The vampire turned toward the elevators, and we followed him. He had a nice ass and perhaps I could try it out later, but vampires liked to bite, and I wasn't about to give up my blood. We got on the elevator and rode up in silence. All the while I was giving the vampire an appraising look. He had black hair and a slender build, with long legs I bet would be perfect for wrapping around my waist as I fucked him. He wore a black suit that fitted him perfectly, accentuating his assets. By the size of his bulge he had a nice size cock. My own cock thickened as I thought of bending the vamp over and plunging deep inside him. I was sure my scent had changed because the vampire turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Jackson cleared his throat and Cameron mouthed,behave!
I didn't want to behave. I’d been feeling very horny these past few months, I couldn't understand my need to fuck so much. It was like I could not be sated. I had multiple partners, threesomes, and foursomes. Sometimes I came four or five times in one night. It didn't matter how much I came or how many men I had; something was missing. I had to have more to fill the insatiable need. I was brought out of my thoughts of pounding the sexy vampire's ass when the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
We continued down the hall toward the infirmary, and as we were nearing, we heard loud, angry voices. "Who the fuck does Sonod think he is? I am the elder assigned to this. Why would he send you here?"
"Elder Sonod is a good friend of mine, and as the injuries aren’t healing, he believes I may be able to help. He asked if I would come and evaluate the situation," an even-tempered voice replied.
"Elder Atticus, I realize you’re here to investigate this gargoyle attack, but my first priority is to my enforcer. You have said that you can do nothing for him. I will welcome all who believe they can help," a voice that held power added.
As we walked into the room, the tension was thick, and the men there were staring daggers at each other. There was a big gargoyle who looked furious and two other gargoyles by his side. On the other side, a smartly dressed man with short blond hair and dark brown eyes that almost looked black radiated power. That had to be the vampire master. A few others waited behind the master, and a single man stood in the middle of the room.
"Elder Atticus, perhaps I can show you to your rooms and the dining hall so you can get some rest. It was a long journey," one man near the master said.
"Very well, you will see this is a waste of time," the elder gargoyle grumbled as he turned and stormed from the room.The remaining gargoyles and the man who had suggested the room and rest went with him.
"Master Stephen, this is Dr. James and his associates from the Belle Fort Pack," our guide stated.
"Thank you, Carson. Welcome, I apologize for the rude greeting. I am Stephen Riggs, Master of the Walden Coven. Any and all help is valued and appreciated," Master Stephen said.
As Cameron and Jackson introduced themselves, I studied the room. I took in the energy and the scents. The energy and power in the room were still strong. Besides the master, there were four other vampires. Three wore black tailored suits, and each had potent power, much like the master but less. If I had to guess, these were his second in command and enforcers. The female vampire had on a doctor’s coat, and while she was smaller than the others, she held the same strength as some of the men.
There was another man standing very close to the master. He was a wolf, around five foot six, and had wild brown hair. He was nearly tucked into the master's side. By their combined scent, they had to be mates.
It was the man who stood in the middle of the room, however, who held my attention. He had bright red hair and gleaming green eyes. He stood around six foot two, was heavily built, and if I was not mistaken, his scent and power told me he was a dragon.
It was rare for a dragon to associate with anyone. Most hid their scent. The days of dragons were long past, and since it was uncommon to deal with them, most in the paranormal world wouldn't recognize their smell. Those here probably didn't know what he was. They probably just knew he had power. I was glad I continued to cloak my scent and power, so no one could find out what or who I was. I didn't want to deal with the reminders of my past.
I was just about to speak when a most alluring scent hit my nostrils. I closed my eyes, breathed deep, and instantly became hard as a rock. It was the smell of honey and wildflowers. It called to me, and I wanted to devour it. I opened my eyes with a start, looking, searching for the source of the odor. My eyes landed on the man on the bed. I raced forward and started looking at his wounds.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the female vampire asked.
I ignored her as I continued to investigate.
"This was not made by a gargoyle claw. How was this done?" I demanded after I lifted the bandage covering the wound to his gut.
"He was stabbed with something that the gargoyle had. We don't know what," she stated.
I leaned in and smelled the wound. Basilisk venom. I quickly checked his eyes. They were dilated and his breathing was labored.
"How long has he been like this?" I asked urgently.
"Kris, what's going—" Cameron began.
I abruptly cut him off and asked again, "How long has he been like this?"
"About thirty-six hours," the vampire doctor stated. Thirty-six hours. There was no time. I quickly turned to the dragon.
"What is your condition?" I asked
