Page 7 of Trapped for Her Blood
Her mates surround us in a flash, menacing looks in their eyes. I release her, and then she releases my cock.
“Get rid of the fucking chaperones,” I growl. “If you want us to marry, I want to discuss it—alone—while I fuck you.”
“These men are my mates.” She frowns. “Yours too once we wed. But we will not fuck before the ceremony.”
I raise my hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay.” I lean close to her ear, and lower my voice to a growl. “I’mgood to wait, but just know. When Idofuck you, I’m gonna punish your cunt like you’ve never felt. I’ll make you come a thousand times in an hour, fucking you so hard, you’ll beg me to stop.”
Leaning back, I watch her expression heat. I’ve still got it and know what she likes.
I lean back, stretching my arm across its back and crossing my leg up on my knee. I shift, adjusting my cock’s position under the leather. “If your pussy can wait to get pounded, I can wait too.”
It’s been at least fifty or sixty years since my rod’s been inside her demanding cunt. Yet it’s clear she still wants me, and I need to use that to my full advantage.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it,” I drawl. “Call me old fashioned, but shouldn’t we at least get reacquainted before we get hitched?” I grin. “Maybe you should buy me dinner first? Some flowers?” I chuckle, but her expression turns stony.
Shit. Have I misjudged her?
But then a devious grin spreads from her eyes to her lips, and she shakes her head as if I’m a misbehaving child. “Go,” she says to her mates, keeping her eyes on me. “Leave us.”
Each of the men touches her, kisses her, and strokes her body before they obediently file out of her office through a door in the back. If I hadn’t turned Octavia down years ago, I would have been her first mate, perhaps heronlymate, but my decision had nothing to do with the possibility of sharing her. It was about spending forever with someone. The idea felt worse than a life sentence in chains—still does.
“So.” She slides onto the sofa next to me, curling up onto her knees so her skirt hikes up enough to reveal the shadow of her dark pubic hair, and she rests her head on my extended biceps. “Why are you stalling?” She traces her hand down toward her sex.
“It’s been a minute, Tavi.” I use my old nickname for her, and I’m pleased at her obvious reaction. “Plus, as you well know, I’ve never been the commitment type.”
“You will be now.” Her hand traces under the edge of my jacket to stroke my chest. “You don’t yet appreciate all I can offer you.”
“Oh, I remember what you have on offer.” Reaching between her legs I squeeze her sex, loving how she fights not to show her reaction.
Then before she can ask me to stop—or worse, to keep going—I pull my hand back, leaning my elbow casually against the arm of the sofa like it was nothing.
“I’ve got power now,” she says. “More than you can imagine.”
I nod, casually. Mafia born or not, something unnatural helped Octavia gain control of this syndicate. Her mates seem like sex robots, but maybe one of them transferred ancient powers to her?
“Speaking of power,” I say, trying to find out all I can about that prison. “Running DEFTA must keep you busy.”
She flicks her wrist. “That’s what employees are for.”
“You trust them?” I lean my head away from her.
“My employees are loyal,” she says. “All my employees obey my commands.”
Commands?“You always did now how to get what you want, Tavi.”
A dark smile captures her lips and her eyes narrow. “My employees obey or suffer the consequences.”
“Like that Zuben asshole?” She sent him back to the dungeon just because she didn’t like how he answered her questions.
“Exactly.” She plays with my jacket collar. Her eyes are on my lips, and her tongue flicks out to wet hers, like she plans to kiss me. But then she leans back. “I love how you see me, Ryker. Really see me.”
I nod.
Her tongue laps out to lick her lips again. “You always got me.”
I once was sure that I did. And I hope that I still know her well enough to help me get whatIwant, what Ineedfrom her.
“So it took five mates to replace me?” I wink. “Sure you’ve got room for another?”
