THE LAST SECRET KEEPER Secret Keeper series books 1-4

CHAPTER 2

Hans walked Lanecea as far as the barn doors before turning away, heading toward his mission as the sudden lightning storm ceased. Neither said a word before Lanecea stepped silently into the barn, wrapping her arms around Storm's hips as he watered their captive vampires.

"Mmm, you're up early," Storm looked over his shoulder at the woman who watched him while kissing and licking his broad back.

"I couldn't sleep," Lani confessed.

It was the truth - she had a meeting to attend.

"I'm heading back and will prepare your lunch. Is there anything in particular you wanted?"

"You."

"I'm serious," Lanecea couldn't help but laugh though, and not because Storm was suddenly so distracted that his stream of urine missed the vampire's mouth completely, splashing across his face. Lanecea's fingers tenderly stroked Storm's cock as he aimed yet again at the captive prey while she trailed her teeth along the length of his spine, hoping to elicit shivers in her warrior.

"Be creative."

Lanecea smiled, dusting Storm's shoulders with kisses before stepping away.

"Thank you! Oh, I wanted to show you the gift Hans gave me. Do you love it too?"

Lanecea reached for the box she had set down before embracing the man she adored.

Storm gave Lanecea his full attention as she opened the polished cherry-wood chest for him to see. Laying in a bed of silvery velvet was a beautifully crafted dagger, butterflies carved within the hilt and on the blade itself a symbol he was certain he had seen somewhere before, but couldn't recall exactly where. The weapon was unique and was designed specifically for Lanecea as it suited her perfectly.

"You're going to need new dresses," Storm announced as he released his still-rigid cock. Reaching for the dagger, he slit her dress open from just beneath her pussy to her ankles, the fabric giving way with just a whisper of protest. "This gives you easier access and you look as sexy as hell."

Lanecea's eyes darkened as she wove her fingers through Storm's hair, glad he appreciated the new sexy makeover he'd just given her dress as he fastened the weapon to her leg, the cool metal blade resting against her inner thigh. With assassin bodyguards, she would likely never have to use it, but it did look very sexy.

"Thank you for helping me, My King. Speaking of new clothes, may I please go shopping with Herja this morning? I believe she mentioned she starts her shift this afternoon. I was thinking that it might help if she and I spent some time alone together, one-on-one."

"Of course you have my permission, but are you sure?"

"No."

Instead, Lanecea whispered, "I don't know how else to bond with her," before she kissed Storm's cheek. It was far too late for "if onlys," and Herja really enjoyed shopping.

Storm reached for Lanecea, his fingers circling her wrist as she stepped away from him, focused on getting his lunch ready.

Questioning eyes met his for a moment before Storm reached into his back pocket.

"I wouldn't want you to be the only one shopping without any money."

"Thank you. I won't be foolish..."

"I know, and you're very welcome."

"Storm...My King?"

"Yes?"

"May I please tell you how I'm feeling?"

"Of course. Tell me."

"My heart is still struggling over these long absences. I feel it clenching all the time not knowing if you will disappear again without warning, abandoning me forever again. I feel lost and frightened, but at the same time, determined not to wilt should you turn your back on me indefinitely the next time you disappear..."

Storm didn't realize until that moment how very hard his actions were on her little heart, but he remained silent, listening as she poured that heart out at his feet.

"I'm struggling with trust now, but I don't mean to. Part of my heart knows you love me but the other part is afraid. I'd like to have something to focus on other than my current project which proved not to be enough to keep my mind centered when you left me the last time. I know it sounds crazy perhaps, but..."

Lanecea was afraid that even the barn walls had ears, therefore she wrapped her arms around Storm's neck, her breasts pressed against his chest as she whispered her hair-brained idea in his ear.

Storm swept Lani up in his arms, his unending kiss comforting her heart before he gave her the answer she was looking for.

"Of course you may, My Silly Girl. I look forward to seeing what your incredible brain comes up with."

Lanecea was delighted, showering her king in grateful kisses before he finally set her back down on the barn floor, vampires still waiting for their daily ration.

"You've made me so happy!" Lanecea called over her shoulder as she pressed her hands against her leaking boobs, her entire body reacting to Storm's approval as she ran back to her nest and waiting babies.

Storm laughed as he aimed his cock once more at the row of gaping, putrid mouths.

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"Where were you?" Thorson couldn't hide the worry in his eyes as Lani breezed inside the bedroom in the loft, her eyes still sparkling with happiness.

"Scheming," Lani winked at Thorson as she held out her arms for the two crying babies in his arms. "Your father gave his permission for me to go shopping with your mother this morning. I think spending time with just the two of us is what she needs to complete the transition before Hans begins her training."

"Slow down," Thorson laughed while unlacing Lanecea's dress for his sons.

"What's your mom good at?"

"She's good with a syringe, as you say."

"Yes, but what else, and fucking isn't included."

"Hunting." Thorson read Lani's mind a second later, immediately confessing, "I need to breed you - badly" although his cock had already made that announcement, leaking in earnest as it pressed against her soft curves.

"Mmm. I can't wait much longer to feel your cock inside me again, but my plan needs to work before we leave for France in a few days. Would you like to milk me after I get your dad's lunch ready? The nannies will be close by if you need them and I'll be sure to leave you well-stocked with milk before I leave. We shouldn't be long. Keep your fingers crossed, My Darling Prince. I'm going to need the luck of the Irish."