Dhampirs of Sgiach

2. Kieran

Lacey was still at work when Kieran woke up in the afternoon, and she still hadn't come home by the time he was getting ready for work. He glanced at the front door as he filled his travel mug with coffee. A ding from his phone drew his attention.

Lacey: I’m going to be home late tonight. Some of my girlfriends want to go out for drinks.

Kieran: Have fun. Love you.

Lacey: Love you too, Fang Boy!

Kieran smiled at the pet name, then frowned as Auron texted him.

Auron: Drake Hardy. Follow and record for now. Happy hunting.

He looked at the screen for a while before putting his phone back in his pocket and entering his room. He dropped to the floor and reached under the bed for the duffle bag he had hidden there. Kieran frowned as he pulled it out and noticed the open condom package. It was one of his, and Kieran shrugged as he tossed it into the waste basket beside the bed.

The duffle bag held an assortment of knives and a case with a set of twin revolvers and Kieran’s Crystal Gear Headset. He put the CGH on and did a quick search of Drake Hardy.

Drake Hardy was a rich boy Dragonkin businessman, and someone wanted him dead. Pictures of the man flashed across the screen before Kieran’s eyes. Tanned skin made the pearly scales of his wings seem brighter as he moved through a life of wealth and luxury with his wife.

“Damn… He’s married to Stacia Hardy?” Kieran said softly to himself. “Lucky lizard,” Kieran remembered all the times he and Rand would drool over how hot she was in her movies when they first started noticing women. They would still whistle when she came onto the screen in a film.

Tall with legs that went on forever and clear skin tanned to a beautiful caramel brown, the movie star’s scales glittered like a rainbow whenever she was in the spotlight. Her curves weren’t as lush as Kieran enjoyed, but he would be more than willing if she needed a shoulder to cry on, primarily if it didn’t involve clothes.

Once armed with his knives and both revolvers were holstered at his hips, Kieran stashed his duffle back under the bed and left the apartment. He didn’t see anyone in the hall as he went to the parking lot and his motorcycle.

No one in the upscale neighborhood noticed him as he went to the large mansion Drake shared with his wife and hid his bike in a bundle of bushes.

A large oak tree on the grounds gave Kieran a good view through the windows on one side of the house and both entrances. He spent the day in the tree and was sore and hungry by the time the two Dragonkin had gone to bed. They had spent the day at home and ended it hot and sweaty in their bed.

Maybe I wouldn’t want to spend some naked time with Stacia, Kieran mused as he got down from the tree and made his way to The Dancing Pig.

He entered the kitchen through the back door and found his brother and mother hard at work as they filled orders for the last-call drunks.

“A s*x tape by Stacia Hardy would not be entertaining,” Kieran said as he found an apple and leaned against the wall to bite.

“Kieran!” his mother admonished him as Rand barked a deep laugh.

“How would you know?” Rand asked as he flipped perfect pancakes on the grill.

“Just spent the day in a tree, watching her and her husband. They ended their day with a rather lackluster effort in the sheets,” Kieran explained.

“Please tell me it’s the husband you’re hunting?” Rand pleaded.

“Don’t worry. The world won’t lose that beauty any time soon,” he assured his brother as he tossed his apple core into the compost pile.

His dad was at the bar, pouring a beer for one of the regulars. The old werewolf peered at Kieran curiously as he set his CGH next to his father’s laptop that the old werebear took with him everywhere.

“Kieran, my boy! You should be in bed! It’s a school night!” the old werewolf said before he belched loudly and swayed on his stool. “-scuse me…” The old wolf had wispy grey hair and a rail-thin body that belied the strength still in him. Leathery skin showed his age and the years he had spent in the sun before his son took over the family farm.

“I graduated four years ago, Mr. Harrelson,” Kieran said patiently, pushing the peanut bowl closer to the wolf.

“You did?” Mr. Harrelson looked confused momentarily as he took a handful of peanuts and shoved them in his mouth.

“He did,” Auron said, setting the full pint glass before Mr. Harrelson. “We had the party here, and you knocked the heads of a pair of humans that thought they could get away with calling my boy Fangger.”

Mr. Harrelson scratched at his bearded chin, and his brown eyes lost focus as he sifted through his memories. They hardened with anger, and his nails slowly became claws as his hands shifted. “No one can abuse Kieran,” he growled.

“No one does,” Kieran said, gently touching those furry-clawed hands. “You made sure I could take care of myself.”

Mr. Harrelson’s eyes focused on Kieran, and he nodded. “Yes. So talented with knives and firearms. You keep your blades close to you,” he instructed Kieran as he nodded to himself and drank his beer. His hands shifted back.

“How did it go today?” Auron asked as he resumed polishing glasses.

“Boring. He stayed in the house all day,” Kieran said as he grabbed a towel and began to help.

“You eat anything more than that apple?”

“No.”

Kieran spent the rest of the night helping Auron behind the bar while snacking on the breakfast special his mother had sent to him. He left earlier than usual to wake up earlier and tail Drake.

Lacey was already in bed when he got home, and he quietly undressed and hid his weapons before he crawled under the covers with her. He breathed deeply of her clean scent and freshly shampooed hair. She giggled lightly as he nipped her neck gently and ground his hardening c**k against her silk pajama bottoms. He missed when she would sleep naked next to him, smelling of sweat and s*x with him.

“Please?” he whispered. “It’s been too long.”

“Maybe tomorrow. I need to go in early again in the morning.”

Kieran sighed and held her close as he tried to fall asleep.

The next few days were spent in agonizing boredom as he tailed Drake Hardy around the city. He even managed to slip into a few of the man’s business meetings unnoticed. He felt a little bad about recording those. Nothing he heard in them while hiding in the shadow of a corner plant painted the business as anything other than what it was. A clothing company that donated money to medical research and orphanages. The guy seemed to be exactly how he portrayed himself to the public.

The maybe later from Lacey still hadn’t amounted to anything. Even when he woke her twenty minutes before her alarm by tasting her through her silk jammiest, she had gotten mad about him ruining the silk and flat-out told him no when he practically begged to devour her until she came for him.

By the third day, Kieran was frustrated and would even settle for the lackluster s*x he had witnessed between Drake and Stacia.

The third day started just as dull as the first two days. Until Drake left his office and didn’t head home. Kieran followed him silently until the man entered the red-light district.

When Drake entered the stylish Seven Deadly Sins, Kieran’s interest was piqued. Lucifer Ebonwings owned the strip club/brothel—one of the Sgiach Six.

“I see you.”

Kieran sighed and reached for his wallet as he faced the bouncer. Color bled back to the world as he stepped out of the shadows. Tall and sturdy, the other man had amber eyes and fair skin like Kieran, but his hair was a rich chocolate brown. Sgiach’rin’Furian and with a Flame Spark that made Kieran long to touch the man’s fire. s**t, I need laid.

“You know the rules, Shadow Walker. No recording devices and no hiding in shadows,” the bouncer said as he held out his hand for Kieran’s CGH.

“I’m on assignment for the Sleuth. Someone hired us to trail that Dragonkin,” Kieran said evenly. Out of the shadows, the succubus magic of the dancer on the main stage hit him. Sweet desire coiled inside him, making it difficult for him to think past the thought of Lacey tied up in their bed and screaming her pleasure as Kieran took his pent-up frustrations on her.

He swayed, and the bouncer was the only thing that kept him from falling to his knees. Kieran saw the crimson-flecked eyes of Sgiach’rin’ Nephilim as they turned their attention to him, and he groaned as their magic reached out to him. Their magic caressed him in the most intimate of ways. His c**k hardened painfully in reaction.

“Oh f**k,” Kieran gasped as that magic brought him, and the incubai and succubai fed on his pent-up s****l frustration, and the world went black.