Page 6 of Bought to Break
Viktor emerged from the forest at that moment with two rabbits caught in record time, and Sorin’s interest was diverted to preparing dinner. He didn’t realise until later, after they’d made a fire and roasted the meat, that she’d never answered his last question.
She saton the forest floor, the cloak a tent around her as she watched their movements. When the food was cooked, he offered her some, which she tentatively took from his hand. She scuttled away from them to eat it.
Viktor shook his head at Sorin, mumbling about manners and feral slaves. ‘Want some more, girl?’
She nodded.
‘Then come here.’
She came back slowly, gripping her borrowed cloak. Just thinking she had nothing else on under it made Sorin want to rip it from her delectable body and get a proper look at his leisure. He’d seen her in the barn that morning, of course, but his focus had been on her injuries. He shifted as he sat, and Viktor gave him a knowing look.
She reached Viktor and looked down at the ground.
‘On your knees.’
She looked frightened but did as he said and sank down before them. Viktor offered her some meat, but when she reached her hand out, he pulled his away. ‘What is your name, little bird?’
‘Lana.’
‘Lana,’ Viktor tested. He held out the meat again. ‘Come closer and you can have it.’
She stared at the food and then at Viktor. Sorin thought she’d refuse, but hunger won out, and she shifted forward until she was kneeling just a hair’s breadth away. She plucked the meat from his fingers daintily.
Sorin surged to his feet, unable to watch anymore, he was so hard. He ached to push himself into her, feel her tighten around him in ecstasy. He walked to the pool and put his hand in the warm water, splashing it on himself. But it wasn’t enough. He shed his clothes, not caring if she saw, and dove into the deep spring. It was hot as a bath in the middle and he floated just under the surface for as long as he could, trying to relax himself. What was wrong with him? Had it just been too long since he’d had a good fuck?
When he finally came up for air, the girl was still kneeling in front of his Brother, looking uncertain.
Viktor caught his eye and gave an uncharacteristic grin. He wasn’t unaffected by the girl either. He stood, bidding the girl to do the same. Then he swung her up into his arms. She cried out at his sudden movement and struggled to get away from him, but he just hushed her. He strode to the pool and, with no preamble, ripped off the cloak and threw her in. There was a scream cut off by a splash and suddenly she was next to Sorin, thrashing naked in the water.
Sorin groaned. This wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
‘Please! I can’t swim!’ she gasped, thrashing to stay above the water.
Sorin grabbed her and she clung on to him like a sodden kitten, clutching at him wherever she could reach. She was breathing hard and whimpering quietly as he took her in his arms. There was another splash as Viktor joined them.
There was a rock in the middle of the pool that she could stand on, but Sorin decided to keep that information to himself. He liked her body wound around his even though she was trying fervently to keep her distance.
‘Well, you smell a bit better, at least!’ Sorin chuckled.
She glared at him and he grinned. Their little bird had talons. He pulled her closer, being careful not to hurt her back. The cuts there weren’t mortal, of course, but they needed tending. Unfortunately their healing supplies had run very low. He didn’t like leaving the wounds, but until they replenished the salve on the morrow, there was little he could do except make sure they were clean.
He felt her breasts brush his chest, her hard nipples grazing his skin. She gasped and pulled away. He released her with a playful chuckle and she sank beneath the surface immediately. Viktor hauled her back up a moment later, coughing and spluttering.
‘You’re ours now. Submit or learn to swim,’ Viktor growled in his typical, harsh tone.
She flinched but didn’t struggle from his grasp as he pulled her through the water towards him and took hold of her arms.
Viktor nodded and Sorin moved behind her, trailing his fingers down her shoulders and cupping her breasts. He squeezed them, plucking at her nipples gently. She made a shocked, little sound and turned her head to look at him. He expected to see arousal in her eyes but, to his surprise, he saw only fear. His brow furrowed. Surely this felt better than whatever that boy had done to her countless times.
Viktor did something under the water that Sorin couldn’t see and she gave a strangled cry, her head whipping round so quickly that her long, dirty hair slapped Sorin in the face.
Not like this.Sorin let his hands drift to her waist, only helping to keep her afloat. He tried to catch his Brother’s attention, but Viktor’s eyes were closed as his hands wandered over their new slave’s body. Then Lana began to struggle. Viktor’s eyes opened lazily.
Chapter 5
Viktor
When he saw her panic, Viktor’s gaze hardened. ‘You’d let your old masters fuck you but not us?’ he growled.
