Wild and Free by Kristen Ashley
“This is because his daughter is dating a wolf,” Callum muttered, rising from his seat. “I must go to Lucien.”
“When you speak to him, if you would, mention our invitation to join The Council,” Rudolf called as Callum moved to the door. “He’s refused, but he would be an excellent addition to our fold and your recommendation would hold great sway with him.”
Callum stopped and cut his eyes to the vampire. “Don’t you think he’s earned at least a small time of peace?”
“He’s revered, Callum, and we’re all going through colossal adjustments,” Cristiano replied. “He could be very helpful.”
He understood their concerns.
They’d lost Gregor.
They needed to fill that hole.
A hole that couldn’t be filled. Not even by Lucien. Hell, especially not by Lucien, who was absolutely no politician.
“Give him his time of peace, time with his mate, a year, five, then try again,” Callum suggested, even though he knew no matter how much time elapsed, they would fail.
The vampires nodded.
Callum looked to the queen of wraiths and the king of phantoms.
“You’ll attend?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” Gastineau replied, curling his arm around his mate to pull her close to his side.
The wraiths and phantoms had reunited.
An additional gift to Gregor’s legacy.
Callum jerked up his chin.
Then he left to tell Lucien the execution would commence as planned.
After that, he would find his queen.
* * * * *
The Three
In Speranza, Italy, at the headquarters of The Vampire Dominion, where the trial took place, they stood side by side along with Yuri but save Lucien, who stood in front of them, the shining, long, thin, lethal blade of a sword with its ornate gold grip that curled in swirls around his hand.
Serena, Gastineau, and a delegation of wraith and phantom witnesses floated behind them, off to the right.
Standing amongst them were Julian and Isobel, Lucien’s children, and Magdalene, his mother. They did not come as representatives of Etienne’s family. They came as the blood of Lucien and were there, as it was their due, to witness Lucien’s vengeance.
Beyond the phantoms and wraiths stood a five-person delegation of humans.
Regan, Ryon, Calder, Caleb, Saint, and a delegation of wolf and she-wolf witnesses stood to their back left.
Right behind them, Leah’s mother, her aunts, and a delegation of concubine witnesses stood.
Etienne, diminished of much of his strength due to the efforts of the phantoms, looking haggard and wearing an unattractive khaki jumpsuit, was on his knees in front of Lucien, his hands manacled behind his back.
Rudolf was off to the side, Cristiano just behind him. Rudolf had a tablet in hand and was reading out the charges.
And the verdicts.
The Dominion didn’t waste time. It had been only two weeks since the battle had taken Gregor’s life.
However, regardless, the evidence was irrefutable.
And unfortunately, there was a great deal of it.
When Rudolf finished, his gaze went to Lucien before he moved to him.
“Are you sure you wish it to be you?” he asked quietly. “This is unprecedented. His crimes are against all immortals and a member of The Council normally would carry out such a sentence.” He got closer and finished, “Cristiano has volunteered to take up the sword.”
“It will be me,” Lucien bit out.
“Lucien—”
Lucien turned his eyes to Rudolf and Rudolf fell silent.
“As discussed, I call this as my marker,” Lucien growled. “The Dominion’s debt to me is paid.”
Rudolf slowly nodded before he moved back to his earlier position.
He looked to Etienne. “You understand the charges. You understand the verdict. And now we carry out our ruling. Do you have any final words?”
Etienne’s face twisted with malevolence and he opened his mouth.
But no sound came out except a gurgle because Lucien had sunk the tip of the blade into his throat and twisted.
“I think we’ve all heard enough from him,” Lucien declared.
“Hear, hear,” Kate, one of Leah’s aunts, called.
“You feel the point of my blade through your throat for touching my mate,” Lucien said softly, eyes to his father’s.
Hate beamed from Etienne’s straight to his son’s.
Lucien was impervious to it.
“You’ve lived long, Father,” Lucien said to Etienne. “You’ve had much time to read, I know. It was something you enjoyed.”
He twisted the tip the other way and another gurgle discharged from Etienne’s mouth as his eyes got wide in hatred mixed with pain.
“You encouraged that with me when I was a child,” Lucien continued. “Mother did as well. She gave me a book once, which was excellent. Since she gave it to me, I’ve read it several times. It taught me a great deal. She told me you dismissed it as fantasy and unworthy of your attention. But it had an important lesson. One that clearly escaped you.”
Lucien twisted the blade again, pushing it in deeper as he leaned toward his father.
“Might does not equal right,” he whispered, his eyes locked with Etienne’s. “Right equals might. It’s a shame, so soon after you learned that lesson, you will die. But at least you learned it.”
Etienne’s eyes narrowed.
Lucien pulled the blade out, and with a human’s speed, he took his father’s head.
Without hesitation, he tossed the bloodied sword on Etienne’s body and moved to his bride.
With no one saying a word or even giving the remains of a monster a passing glance, they all filed out.
And an hour later, on televisions around the globe, news agencies broke into regular programming to report that the vampire Etienne had been executed by the Allied Protectorate of Wolves, Vampires, Wraiths, and Phantoms.
There were a variety of responses.
But mostly, the response was relief.
And the next day, everyone went to work as usual.
Except some of them did it alongside vampires and wolves they’d had no idea were such.
Until now.
* * * * *
Abel
His bike in the distance, parked on the road, Abel had been roaming as wolf, his mate at his side.
Now he was man and he had her on her back in the leaves, the stars overhead, his hands curved around her ribs, yanking her down on his face between her legs.
He was sucking, deep and hungry, at her clit.
Phenomenal.
He stopped and buried his tongue inside.
He felt her back arch. He tightened his fingers and drove her down harder on his mouth.
He heard her moan.
Fuck yes.
His mouth opened on her clit again, tongue lapping, then he went back to the suction.
She dug her heels in his back. He knew it was coming.
So he stopped, surged over her, and bathed her neck with his tongue as he rammed his cock inside the hot wet of her cunt.
He tore through, her blood pouring into his mouth, and he knew it was on her.
“Abel, baby,” she moaned.
Abel heard it, kept thrusting, kept feeding, but did it smiling.
Wild.
As usual.
But now…
Free.
* * * * *
“Brother, take that back,” Hook warned.
“Nothin’ to take back, it’s the damned truth,” Moose retorted.
Abel turned his head, not knowing why the mood in the room shifted so quickly. Also not having heard anything since he’d been listening to Sonia talk about Calder’s (enforced by Callum) reluctant but adventurous search for his mate.
“Then I’ll make you take it back.” Hook, at the head of the table, Delilah to one side, Aurora to his other, with Abel next to D
He then leaped over the table, arms extended, and as he did it, he took plates and platters filled with food, as well as much of the tablecloth, with him.
He hit Moose, who was sitting beside Yuri, the vampire next to Aurora, and Moose’s chair fell back.
They started grappling immediately on the floor, rolling around, grunting, and cursing.
Delilah leaned forward in her chair toward a wide-eyed Aurora and said, “Don’t worry. This happens a lot.”
She was speaking truth.
It was Thanksgiving at the Johnson compound and it was far from surprising that all hell broke loose.
Ursula, who had been sitting down the table between Moose and Jabber, leaped to the seat of her chair and shouted, “That’s it, my darling. Show him how it is!”
Abel looked down to the foot of the table to see Jian-Li watching the biker wrestling match with amusement settled firm on her features.
“Bummer, man, the hoisin sauce is all over the floor and I needed some,” Xun muttered.
Aurora started giggling.
Delilah burst out laughing.
Sonia and Leah grinned at each other.
Lucien raised a brow to Callum, who just shrugged.
Chen asked for the eggrolls, which were one of the only things left on the table.
Barb handed them to him.
Cain held Teona in his lap, where he’d pulled her five minutes ago, and he shoved the last of his pancake filled with crispy shredded duck in his mouth as his mate craned her neck to watch the action.
Wei took a sip from his beer bottle, doing it eyes to the floor behind him where the men were fighting, his lips grinning.
And Abel sat back in his chair, staring at one of what he’d discovered was his mate’s myriad brands of wild, and he did it with a smile, feeling free.
The wrestling match turned out to be a draw.
And then the table was cleared and Jian-Li and Delilah served four types of pie.
* * * * *
Abel lay on his back in their bed, eyes to the ceiling, his woman curled close, her finger moving in a whisper of touch, drawing patterns on his chest.
“Everyone leaves tomorrow,” Delilah said quietly.
“Yeah,” Abel replied.
“We’ll be back together for Yuri and Aurora’s Claiming Ceremony in December,” she told him something he knew.
“Yeah,” Abel repeated.
“That’ll be fun,” she muttered.
“Yeah,” Abel agreed yet again.
“Hope Dad and Moose behave,” she kept muttering. “Barb might spell them bald and impotent if they don’t.”
Abel’s body started shaking with laughter.
Delilah snuggled closer, resting her cheek to his chest and stopping her hand in order to wrap her arm around his stomach.
“You wanna ride out the next day?” she asked.
He did.
Absolutely.
For months, they’d rode.
They did it from place to place. To visit Lucien and Leah. Jian-Li and his brothers. Cain and Teona. Or just places one or the other of them wanted to see.
And in that time, Abel had stood at the back of a roadhouse outside Austin, sipping beer, watching his mate scream and shout and dance with abandon to live music.
They’d also stood on the top of a cliff in northern California, holding hands, jumping off together, and falling straight into the salty, warm waters of the sea.
And she’d sat on his lap while trying to break the record of eating forty Coney dogs (she lost, she only could hold down fifteen) at some place outside Philly.
They’d fucked on the beach in the moonlight in South Carolina.
They’d sat in a speedboat Lucien drove fast on Dragon Lake next to the house he shared with Leah, Abel holding Delilah close, Delilah having both arms in the air most of the time, screaming in glee.
They’d sat at table after table with those they loved, eating, talking, sharing, laughing, dream after dream coming true as he’d seen his mate sitting back, chopsticks in her hand, boots on the table, teasing Jian-Li.
They were going to Scotland after Yuri and Aurora’s Claiming Ceremony to spend Christmas with Sonia and Callum and their family.
While doing all of this, they were often recognized practically everywhere they went.
But they’d found, surprisingly, and gratefully, that this was always respectful.
Always.
Someone might approach but only to say “thank you” or ask to shake Abel’s hand or give Delilah a hug.
Mostly, they just got nods or smiles.
The others reported they experienced the same.
So nothing marred their eternity of adventure.
Nothing marred their wild and free.
“Baby?” Delilah called into his contented thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“Wolf traits won out.”
His brows drew together as he dipped his chin.
She slid her cheek on his chest to look up at him.
“What?”
“They’re prolific,” she whispered, and his entire frame strung taut.
“What?” This word came out on a sharp breath.
“I’m sure you want a girl you can spoil rotten. But I want a boy with two-colored eyes and—”
She didn’t finish because she was on her back, bearing his weight, taking his tongue in her mouth.
When he broke their kiss, his voice was hoarse when he asked, “You havin’ my baby?”
She nodded.
Abel stared into her green eyes that were filled with love and joy.
His mate.
His woman.
His temptress.
His Delilah, who would soon be the mother of his children.
Then he tipped his head back and did something he’d never done in his life.
And he’d never done it because he’d never had a reason to.
To the ceiling, Abel Jin howled his exaltation to the moon.
Those in the Johnson compound who heard and understood it, smiled happily at each other.
Those who didn’t understand it still couldn’t mistake it.
And they smiled happily too.
* * * * *
Retired Warriors
As the onlookers stood silent after the new president of the United States turned from the podium where he’d just made a stirring speech of gratitude and remembrance, they watched him move to the towering, veiled mass behind him.
Then they watched him tug on the red velvet cord.
The dark shroud fell away, revealing the statue of a woman set hauntingly in bronze, the wound in her shoulder gaping, her neck bent, each line of her body the picture of sorrow.
On a plaque at the base, it read:
“We are The Three!”
Delilah
Of The Three
In Memoriam of Gregor
Fallen
In the Battle of Goodwill, Missouri
The Beginning and End of the Noble War
“So that we all can be free.”
The First Lady set a large wreath of red roses at the base of the statue, then moved to her husband and held his hand, their heads bent to take in the plaque as silence kept the large crowd in its hold.
Eight figures stood looking down from the swell of a hill well beyond the onlookers.
They said not a word.
Until one of them did.
“I need a drink.”
That was Abel.
“Aurora’s and my suite?” Yuri suggested.
“See you there,” Lucien muttered, taking Leah’s hand and guiding her to the gleaming black Porsche parked on the street.
Callum lifted his chin in assent and slung his arm around Sonia, moving her to the green Range Rover parked behind the Jag.
“Hope you got Jack,” Abel said.
Aurora laughed.
Yuri replied, “We have everything.”
Abel nodded and
“You ready, my sweet?” Yuri asked, looking down at his mate.
“Always, Yuri,” she replied, gazing up at him, her lips twitching.
He took her hand, and as was his habit whenever he did this (and he did it often), when he had her small hand in his, he rubbed his thumb over the large diamond nestled between bands of gold on her left ring finger.
It was a reminder that she was his.
It was a reminder of his love for her and the gift of her returning the same.
And it was a reminder of his father, who did much in his long life, including helping to make their union possible.
Then, as one, he and his little witch strolled to their Jaguar.
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About the Author
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana but has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multi-generational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland and existed amongst the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
Discover other titles by Kristen Ashley:
Rock Chick Series:
Rock Chick
Rock Chick Rescue
Rock Chick Redemption
Rock Chick Renegade
Rock Chick Revenge
Rock Chick Reckoning
Rock Chick Regret
Rock Chick Revolution
The ‘Burg Series:
For You
At Peace
Golden Trail
Games of the Heart
The Promise
The Chaos Series:
Own the Wind
Fire Inside
The Colorado Mountain Series:
The Gamble
Sweet Dreams
Lady Luck