Page 86 of Auctioned for Her Blood
Diederik comes into the room, along with some of his guards.
“Take him back to the dungeon,” Octavia says, pointing at Zuben.
Diederik motions for his team. They grab Zuben, who looks ambivalent about Octavia’s orders, making me even more sure that Ember’s capture was part of his plan.
Diederik grabs my arm, and I yank it away.
“Not him,” Octavia says.
“But he’s the one you told us to arrest,” Diederik says, his voice tight. “My team only captured Zuben because he was with this clown.”
“I’m not done with Ryker.” Octavia eyes me like a tasty treat, her gaze telling me all I need to know aboutwhyshe’s not done with me. What she wants.
And now that I know I’m safe, I’ll give Tavi whatever it takes to get Ember released without explaining how she ended up in that dungeon in the first place. Especially now that Zuben is going back down there to carry out his no-doubt horrific experiments.
The guards lead Zuben from the room, and he looks back at me with alarm in his eyes, as if he’s trying to convey some kind of message, but I don’t speak Egyptian Robot Code.Asshole.
“Leave us,” Octavia says to Diederik.
“Yes, boss.” The bulky Austrian nods. “I will remain outside should you need me again.”
“Fine.” Octavia flicks her wrist as she turns her attention back on me.
The door closes behind Diederik, and then she stands and sashays toward me. Her petite curvaceous form is objectively alluring and, as she moves, her dark hair swirls around her olive-skinned face, with its near perfect features.
I swear, even a gay man would find this woman sexy, and I am decidedly not a gay man. Sure, I have dabbled in that arena—what man who spent years on a pirate ship has not—but on a ten point scale from gay to straight, I’m at least an eleven.
“It’s good to see you.” Octavia eyes me up and down, her gaze lingering over my crotch. “It’s been too long.”
I shift my stance to make my semi-hard bulge more prominent, and the smile on her face tells me she thinks my arousal is for her.
In truth, I got hard while thinking of Ember.
“Looks like you’re glad to see me too.” Her hand lands on my package and squeezes.
Groaning, I lean forward, my lips close to her ear. “My cock’s always glad to see you, luv.”
Her hand strokes me again, and then she steps back, pushing forward her ample breasts. “While I am flattered by your stiff cock,youhave been averybadboy.”
“Thenpunishme.” I lick my lips.
As soon as I have her under my spell, I’ll ask her to release Ember. She’ll cave to anything once she’s impaled on my cock. If it comes to that. My charm, a little flirting should suffice.
“Believe me,pirate,” she says. “I do plan topunishyou.” Her hand cups one of her breasts, pushing it up.
She glances over her shoulder at one of her mates, and he moves in behind her.
Replacing her hand with his, he pulls her breast free of her blouse and squeezes her soft flesh, his thumb and forefinger tightening around her hard nipple as his other hand slides between her legs, parting and lifting the fabric of her skirt from behind to fondle her sex.
Ripe and ready as always, Tavi’s scent fills my head. If forced to fuck her, I’ll close my eyes and pretend it’s Ember…
I step toward her, but one of her other mates shifts to block me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks, gruffly.
Leaning, I look past him toward Octavia. She wants me. I know it. Why doesn’t she tell her mate to fuck off?
A new look arrives in Octavia’s eyes. One of determination and power. “You know how I once loved your cock,” she says to me.
