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He doesn’t, but he nips at the lobe of my ear. I whine, my brain so lost in the aftermath of the orgasms that I tip my head to the side, giving him more space to tease the sensitive area.
I only realize what’s happening when his next nip breaks the skin, the pain waking up my rational mind.
I jerk my head to the side. “Get off of me!”
Lorcan chuckles roughly, pressing closer instead of pulling away. I can feel the length of his cock against my stomach, hard and thick. My mind fights, but my body is reacting to him like he’s an aphrodisiac.
Fucking demons.
“This is what you agreed to, remember. You’ve been caught, so I get to have my way with you.”
“Not if I can get away.”
“You can’t. Or have you not been trying? Go on, little human, give it your best shot.”
I can’t reach my original knife—it’s on the ground, and too close to where Izoran sits. The ones in my pockets I can reach, though.
But I’ll need to make it count.
Where should I stab him for maximum damage? Enough that I might be able to escape his oppressive embrace and run?
His crotch or his throat, I think.
Squirming in his grip, I create some distance between our bodies while fishing for one of the knives in my pocket. It’s a struggle to remove it from the sheath with only one hand, but soon I can feel the flat of the cold metal blade beneath my thumb.
My heart races. Lorcan is more interested in smirking at me like he’s already won, so I might have a chance.
I bring the knife out and in one quick motion, aim to stab at his groin.
CHAPTER SEVEN
NOVA
Ahand catches my wrist before I make contact, and I let out a frustrated scream. Iz peers up at me with an apologetic smile, removing the small knife from my grasp and then emptying out my pockets of the rest.
“My twin isn’t a fan of being on the receiving end of pain play,” Iz says. “I just saved you from a real punishment, Fire.”
Lorcan snatches the knife from Izoran and holds it up in front of my face. His eyes are narrowed, all the cockiness gone from his expression. “What a cheap shot,” he hisses.
I glare at him, out of other options. “I’ll do what I have to for my freedom.”
“And I respect that, but I’m also pissed. I was going to go easy on you, but if you can fight like that, I think you can take what I have to give.”
He moves away from me, and without the heat of his body I shiver. It’s worse when he shoves the coat off my shoulders and tears the cotton shirt over my head. I try to stop himfrom pulling off my sports bra, but it’s no use. He leaves me completely bare.
My nipples harden to points, aching as the cold brushes over them, and a smattering of goosebumps break out over my skin. I was already naked from the waist down from Izoran’s ministrations.
Standing naked in the woods, I’ve never felt more exposed.
Or, strangely enough, more worshipped.
The way they both look at me, with hunger and desire and obsession, large bulges marking their physical need for me, is exhilarating. I don’t try to cover myself up because I don’t want that feeling to end.
Lorcan caresses a hand from my wrist up to my shoulder, then switches our positions so he’s leaning against the tree. I’m forced down to my knees by his rough shove, branches poking me uncomfortably. I’m eye level with his crotch, and my throat goes dry when I realize what he’s intending for me to do.
“Hold her arms for me, Iz,” Lorcan instructs.
His twin comes up behind me, grabbing both of my wrists in one hand and holding them behind my back. He dangles a set of handcuffs in front of me with his other.
