Page 163 of Jagged Souls
“She’s addicted. Unless you want her riding whatever she was of Bear’s, I suggest you help me calm her down.”
His lips press against me. His tongue strokes between my pussy, and I arch against his face on a cry. Sunny’s hands release my wrists, and I reach up behind me to grab a fistful of his hair with one hand, and the other, I slip into the fine strands of Sadist’s. Sunny massages my breasts from behind, playing with my nipples. His lips and tongue run across my neck, then sucks on the base, and I scream.
Sheer pleasure cascades over me, rushing through me like a broken dam. As I convulse between the two of them, they continue to kiss me in two separate places, forcing me to ride the tremors until I can’t feel anything other than this.
No pain.
No pain…
My legs drop to the ground. A hand grabs my chin, and a voice whispers in my ear, “If you want more V, you’ll agree with whatever we say. Do you understand me?”
I nod on a sigh.
Anything at all…
They toss me down onto the bed, and I laze out like a cat, burrowing my head into the pillows with a sigh. But just as I’m about to drift off into sleep, a dark cloud storms in on the horizon.
I tense, my breath catching as the air electrifies with an alpha’s presence. And he’spissed.
My mind screams with danger.
Take shelter.
But there’s nowhere in here for me to hide.
“Antonio –” Sunny starts, a hint of panic pitching his tone. “We didn’t know Bear was giving her V. He was the one taking care of her. We haven’t been –” he cuts himself off, and I can almost hear his swallow of nerves, my senses on high alert.
Run.
Run!
Run!
I try to struggle to my feet, but I can’t remember how to work my limbs. They feel so damn floaty, all the way up there on cloud nine.
“Check her,” Antonio says, his voice a shock to my system. Terrible memories start to rise.“Heal her.”
“She’s coming with us.”
A little girl, too small to survive outside the womb, is held in the palm of his hand.
No!
I stumble to my feet. Arms grab me. I scream and kick, desperate to escape the nightmares shouting inside my head.
I need more V.
I need more V!
“She’s still carrying,” Eduardo says as his hands push on my stomach, a warmth spreading inside me despite the chill of my marrow.
No! Don’t remind me something’s in there.
Get it out!
Get it out!
Get it out!
