Page 94 of Trapped for Her Blood
His head drops.
“No!” Her voice echoes through the cave. “Ryker, you will die for your disrespect. But not until you watch your little human slut suffer. Suffer as her soft body is ripped and torn by this massive rod.” She tugs on Axe.
“And then, once she has perished from the loss of blood, only then will I give you relief from watching her pain, as your heart meets the point of my stake.”
Axe groans, a deep strangled growl as she continues to roughly stroke his erection.
“That’s right, big one,” Octavia coos. “Get your cock good and solid, because you’re going to fuck her. Fuck her to death.”
She bends, and then, pulling back Axe’s foreskin, she kisses the head of his cock, letting her tongue slide through its tip.
He groans, but he’s so tense, like his jaw’s wired tight. He bends back, and it’s hard to tell whether I’m seeing agony or ecstasy on his face. Probably both.
“Hold the other two,” she tells her guards. “Especially Ryker. Make sure he has a good view.”
The guards keep wooden stakes pressed against Ryker and Zuben’s hearts and steer their faces toward me. Four guards hold me aloft, two at my shoulders and two at my thighs, positioning me above the ground, but as if I’m on all fours.
They turn me to face Ryker, and then one lifts my chin so I can’t look down.
They spread my thighs farther apart, and Axe roars behind me—the sound full of anguish. Whatever Octavia is doing to his mind, it’s preventing him from shifting to bear form too.
This will hurt me, I have no doubt of that, but it’s going tokillAxe if he can’t fight her spell.
I remember how her hold on my mind felt. How I was fully aware of my actions but couldn’t control them.
Ryker closes his eyes.
“Watch this!” Octavia shouts at him. “Open your eyes or I will have him fuck her with a stake first, and save his cock until she is bleeding out!”
Ryker’s eyes open, filled with terror and pain, and I glance toward Zuben, but he’s slumped forward so I can’t see his eyes.
“Fuck her big man,” Octavia shouts. “Fuck her as hard as you can or one of my mates will do the job with a stake.”
Axe roars. The sound rattles my eardrums and shakes the cave. Loose rocks and sediment rain from above, dropping into the pool and against the floor.
“Do you need a demonstration?” Octavia nods at one of the guards, and I feel the sharp tip of a stake sliding through my folds. “Maybe you need some of her blood as lubrication to get you started?”
I struggle, but it’s no use. I can’t move an inch. But my desire to escape lights a fire inside me. A fire that builds—white and bright.
I am willing to die for any of these three men. I know that in my heart.
But not this way. No fucking way.
“No!” A scream erupts from inside me—a scream fueled by my bright internal fire, fueled by a force I can feel but can’t see or begin to understand.
I drop to the stone floor, landing hard on my hands and knees.
“Hold her!” Octavia shouts at her guards. “How dare you disobey me!”
I leap to my feet and press my palms toward her.
Octavia flies back through the air, landing near the mouth of the cave, shock and anger in her eyes.
“Whatareyou?” she asks, her eyes full of fear.
The white hot fire is controlling me now, and I walk toward her.
“Leave!” I shout.
