Page 87 of Auctioned for Her Blood
The mate behind her hikes up her skirt further, and thrusts a couple of fingers inside. Rising onto her toes at the force, she moans and then strokes his face behind her, rocking her hips as she fucks his fingers.
“You had your chance, Ryker.” Her tongue rests on her upper lip as her lover’s hand pumps. It looks like he’s added more fingers, maybe threatening his whole fist. But the skirt’s hanging too far down in the front for me to be certain.
“But if youeverwant to touch me again,” she says, stroking her mate’s face, “you must first tell me why Zuben had you arrested.”
“The gold bars—”
“Bullshit.” She breaks free from her lover and steps toward me as her mate licks her juices off his hand, damp far past his wrist. “I want the truth.”
“How the fuck should I know why that robot does anything?”
“So, you know nothing of Zuben’s research project?” Her breast still exposed and the scent of her arousal strong, Tavi circles me, her hand softly on my leather jacket as she makes her rounds.
“The robot and I aren’t exactly friendly.”
“I thought his pet project was a fools errand, based on a fairy tale,” she says, “but it was in my best interest to let him pursue it.”
I shrug as if it’s nothing to do with me.
“Zuben assured me thatyouwere the key he’d been searching for.” Her hand slides up my back. “I’ve had your vein before, but not for many years, and I never thought to test…” She stops in front of me. So close I could lean down to steal her lips.
Should I? No.
“You’re saying Zuben wants me for more than my gold bars?” I lower my gaze to her chest and rub my package. “Maybe he wants a taste of this too?”
It’s best if I act like the Ryker she knows, distracted by her, all my thoughts and actions guided by my cock.
She takes a step back. “Look at me.”
“Believe me, I’m looking.” I lick my upper lip.
“Look into my eyes, you ass.” There’s a hint of amusement in her voice. A good sign.
As I look into Octavia’s eyes, I think of Ember, hoping the woman I’m with will mistake my near-rabid lust as being for her.
“Clearly Zuben was wrong.” She shrugs. “Or he purposefully misled me. Who the fuck cares. Let him rot with the others in that dungeon.”
“Who else you got down there?” I ask, seeing an opening but trying to sound indifferent. DEFTA has a legit prison for vampires who break our laws, one where prisoners have rights and proper sentences. That dungeon is something else all together.
She frowns. Asking questions, I’m walking a tightrope here. I need to bring up Ember without arousing suspicions—suspicions that would drive Tavi to keep Ember captive forever—or even worse, land me back down there myself. My chest tightens as panic threatens. I cannot be held captive again.
“My dungeon is not your concern.” She returns to her chair and sits, leaving her skirt hiked up around her waist. Holding her tit in one hand, she fondles her sex with the other.
“Of course.” She squeezes her nipple. “If you and I can come to anagreement, my business would be your business too.” Bending up one leg, she rests her heel on the chair and lets her knee drop to the side, fully exposing her red, wet pussy.
My cock pounds as her scent reaches me even more strongly. As much as it’s Ember I want, Iama fucking male vampire who recently fed, and “fucking” is starting to dominate my brain, dominate my whole body.
In spite of what she’s done to me, it’s all I can do to keep from whipping out my painfully hard rod and slamming it into Tavi right there on the chair in front of her mates. She loves a good hate fuck and used to piss me off just to earn one.
Memories of our time together race through my mind—the way she liked to be bound tight while I drove into her. How she liked sex to hurt.
“I have a dilemma.” She traces her index finger through her damp folds, then plays with her clit, and I can’t help but watch. “Now that you’ve been in my dungeon, I can’t justreleaseyou, not without due process.”
Absurd. There was no hint of “due process” involved in putting me into that dungeon. The place is clearly for vampires she wants locked up without the benefit of a trial or the relative comfort of DEFTA’s prison.
What is she up to?
Pushing two fingers inside herself, she moans as she licks her upper lip. “I can’t show you anyfavoritism, just because I crave your hard cock.” Her fingers draw in and out, the wet sound heightening my building need. “But perhaps we can strike a deal for your freedom.”
