Page 85 of Trapped for Her Blood
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“We overheard the guards,” Axe says, returning to the group. “Sounds like she’s royally pissed.”
Ryker shrugs, but I can feel the strain in his body. “Bet she is.” He chuckles, but it’s forced. “Bitch didn’t like being denied a piece of this.”
He grabs his erection, which draws my eyes down to it, and my insides ache, jealous of his lucky fingers gripped around it.
“The clothing is located there,” Zuben says sharply, gesturing toward a pile of what looks like jeans and t-shirts. “There were scant choices available, and I guessed at sizes. I hope there will be something to suit everyone.”
He bends to the pile and tosses a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt toward Axe. “These were the largest items I found.”
Axe holds up the jeans, tips his head to the side, and then releases the rope from around his hips. The pelt falls to the ground, revealing his cock—fully erect.
I gasp, the size of it taking me by surprise yet again, and I cough, hoping to cover my reaction.
“You sure you’re a bear?” Ryker asks. “Not a horse?”
“What?” Axe steps one of his legs into the jeans.
“Never seen bear dick, but that thing. Shit.” Ryker whistles. “Like a horse.”
Axe shrugs as he pulls up the jeans, quite a few inches too short for him. He tucks his package inside, wincing as he fastens the waistband and pulls up the zipper.
“I see they are adequate to cover you,” Zuben says with what sounds like pride in his voice.
And Axe’s jeans look more than adequate from my perspective. He takes my breath away naked, but dressed in the jeans he looks even better. His hips are broad compared to most men’s, but his chest and shoulders are massive, and the jeans accentuate the contrast, making his hips seem slim.
He’s built like an upside down pyramid with its point piercing a massive pillar, and the low-slung jeans hug his hips, highlighting his shape, not to mention the hard package he tucked inside them.
He squats and rises, testing the garment’s give, and his thigh muscles ripple under the fabric as he moves.
My mouth dry, I break free from Ryker, grab the tin cup and walk to the water to dip it in.
Crouched at the water’s side, I drain the cup twice before rising, letting the cold water trace through my body, but it does little to quench the real smoldering still inside of me.
As much as I feel like I’m falling in love—havefallen in love—with Ryker, I can’t help but be drawn to these other two men. And the thing is, it doesn’t feel wrong.
Ryker claims it’s not uncommon for vampires to take multiple lovers, but it’s uncommon formeto have even one, and my body is humming under the three men’s attention, vibrating with desire, excitement—and fear.
Standing, I turn and find all three looking at me, their gazes on my body, their eyes full of lust. And instead of covering myself I relish their scrutiny, their obvious admiration like a luxurious caress on my skin. I’ve never had any negative body issues—perhaps because of the isolated life I led—but at the same time I know there’s nothingspecialabout my shape.
And yet these men…the way they look at me…
I draw a deep breath, and my chest rises. Each of them reacts with their own sharp inhalations and slight shifts of their hips, as if they’ve been touched there.
Ryker’s cock, the only one still out in the open, grows even larger, its head straining to escape its foreskin.
I saunter slowly toward them, feeling more sexy and desired than I have in my life. What would it be like to have all three of them touching me at the same time? Or kissing one, while another is inside?
Realizing my hand is low on my belly, I stop and give my head a mental shake. Those fantasies belong in my dreams.
All three men are turned on right now—that’s clear—but I couldn’t possibly choose between them to have sex with one, so I need to break the tension that’s got us all in its hold.
“Are there clothes for me too?” I ask, and Zuben startles, as if my voice woke him from a dream.
“It’s okay if there aren’t,” I add. “I’ve got my dress.” I glance around, no idea where the skimpy red garment landed when Ryker tore it off me.
“No,” Zuben says. “I mean yes.” Turning, he crouches down near the pile of garments. “That is, Ididselect some items for you. I believe the clothing will be too big, but it will keep you warmer and better protected than that silk gown.”
