Page 39 of Prodigy & Tybalt
“His name,” Prodigy clarified when I gave him a confused look.
“Tyb,” I said, letting my voice turn silken and sensual. “Tybalt.” He dropped his head against my shoulder with a grunted curse, and I dealt the final blow. “Alpha.”
“Give me one second,” he said in a husky voice, “and I will fuck you so good your pretty eyes will cross. Just gotta shut this fucker up first.”
Cold rushed into my back when he peeled away, the places he’d held me tingling, asking for more. I leaned against Prodigy to watch Tyb cross the room and grab what I bizarrely thought was a stick blender. It took me a moment to realise it was electrified.
Prodigy’s arms came around my waist as we watched his enforcer approach my abuser. “You are such a rare treasure,” he said in an intimate voice. “I love how you don’t shy away from Tyb’s bloodlust, but you might want to look away, sweetheart.”
I leaned my head back on his shoulder, resting my hand on the arm around my waist. “Why? Is his eye going to explode? For some reason, I’m a little squeamish about eyes.”
Tybalt gave us a glance over his shoulder. “I can electrocute his eye, no problem. I did it once, and it made a right mess.”
“No, thank you,” I replied with a wince.
“Alrighty.” I laughed at how happy he seemed, how utterly in his element surrounded by torture instruments and dark walls, a cattle prod in his hand.
“Help,” my buyer croaked again, and he seemed to be looking at me through puffy, swollen eyes.
“Who, me?” I clutched a hand to my chest. “The woman you bought and beat black and blue? The one you locked in a room so she could never escape your abuse? You wantmeto help you?” My laugh was caustic. “As fucking if. Tyb, darling, please fry his dick.”
“My absolute pleasure, warrior,” Tybalt said with relish, jamming the solid metal end of the prod into Lance’s groin. His howl of pain swelled in my chest as much as it filled my ears, and it felt like revenge, like justice, like winning.
“Get him in the throat for having the audacity to speak to our girl,” Prodigy advised, kissing my shoulder, then my throat, lingering long enough that shivers rolled up and down my body. All he had to do was open his mouth and bite…
The next charge was enough to make the piece of shit alpha pass out. Tyb turned off the electricity, laid the tool reverently on a table, and thenprowledtowards me. My heart skipped, my instincts heightened, telling me I was hunted, prey, soon to be caught. It made me so wet I could feel myself drenching my underwear.
“Is he dead?” I breathed.
“Fuck no. I want to make that waste of space pay for much, much longer. He hurt the woman I love. He’ll suffer for months. Depending on my patience, years.”
I bit my bottom lip, that steady, predatory stare getting me as hot as his words.
“How’s your ass?” Prodigy asked with a tenderness that was almost comical when paired with the question.
“Fine.” A little sore, but that wasn’t about to stop me taking him again.
“And that greedy, perfect little pussy?” Tybalt asked, sliding his hands into my hair the moment he reached me.
“Aching,” I answered truthfully. “So wet. So ready for you.”
“That’s my girl,” he groaned and kissed me hard, his hands and Prodigy’s both roaming down my body, gripping my thighs, lifting me up so my legs wrapped around Tybalt’s hips. “Where do you want your bite, warrior?” he asked, panting between kisses.
“On my neck,” I breathed, “so everyone can see.”
“Mine, too?” Prodigy asked, his lips finding the spot, making me arch between them. My clothes needed to go, right the hell now.
“Yes.Please.”I arched my neck, giving them both access, my breathing choppy when they kissed my neck at the same time, so perfectly in sync.
“So good for us,” Tybalt murmured, scratching his canines against my throat and making my whole body flash cold, thenhot. I rolled my hips against his, my clit throbbing, and the stimulation felt so good that I moaned.
A moment of silent communication passed between them and then two sets of teeth sank into my throat, the sharp bites claiming and deep. I arched, panting, and like he knew I was right on the edge, Prodigy clasped my hips, rolling me against Tybalt. The extra shot of sensation and the sheer claim in his touch sent me so hard over the edge my vision went spotty and dark.
Each bite throbbed on my neck, a physical reminder that their teeth were buried in me, that I was theirs as much as they were mine, and I was still panting, still coming, when Tyb swirled his tongue over the puncture marks and hastily shoved his jeans down, impatient as he removed my clothes, too. Prodigy never once let go of me, never took his teeth from my throat.
“Faster,” I complained when Tybalt’s hands wandered, his cock still not inside me.
“So impatient,” he purred, bending to kiss his bite on my throat, Prodigy supporting my weight as Tybalt stroked his cock through my slick pussy. “You just came, and you’re already so needy?”
