Page 101 of Shackled to the World
When she tried to deepen the kiss, his dick throbbed painfully. He nipped at her with his fangs, then pulled back at her throaty moan, refusing to give the people on the deck a show. He had no problem sharing her with the team or watching them pleasure her. Making her happy was a job they shared equally.
But no one else had the right to see her that way.
That privilege was reserved only for them.
He straightened, stifling a groan when his cock stood at attention, nearly level with her heated gaze. She looked up at him from under her lashes and licked her lips, and he’d swear all his brain cells shut down.
“You’re hungry.” He stumbled away from her, struggling to remember why he released her in the first place.
Annora folded her hands demurely in her lap, her eyes trailing up his body, the heat of them leaving flames licking along his skin, and it was all he could do not to lunge for her. He reached down, unconsciously cupping himself, watching as her eyes dilated with lust.
The sound of laughter broke the spell, and he swiped the sweat off his forehead, backing away from her. “For food. I’ll get you food.”
* * *
Fresh air swirled through the room as Mason made his escape. He headed straight for the food, clearly on a mission, and she chuckled when he began to stack food on a plate. When he was only halfway through the line, he scowled at the plate, then went back for another one, hesitated as if debating with himself, and gathered two more before he headed back to the line, obviously determined to make her try everything.
Her heart softened at having the big man fuss over her.
The others seemed to know she’d only allow that from him.
While Annora knew Mason wasn’t sexually inexperienced, his reaction to her made it feel special—like she was the only woman who mattered.
Everything was new and fresh.
She wasn’t some weeping virgin. She felt no shyness or shame when she was around the men, not anymore. The knowledge that they were hers made her feel bold. She’d never felt desire before them, never yearned for a kiss or wanted to be touched.
With them, it was different.
Each touch, each kiss made her feel more alive than ever before.
Like they were awaking her from a horrible dream.
Theywere the real world.
They were her life and future.
With that thought, needing to be close to them, she got to her feet and made her way toward the sliding doors. She was no longer afraid to face the others on the deck, not with her men at her side. It was where she belonged.
As she reached for the door, the room behind her cooled dramatically. A shiver snaked down her spine, but it had nothing to do with the temperature.
“Good afternoon, Daughter dearest. I thought it was best that we finally meet, don’t you agree?”
Chapter Twenty-five
The voice was deep and cultured, every word modulated in a way that was guaranteed to annoy the piss out of her. Annora’s gaze flew to the guys, but even as she watched, the glass separating them began to fog.
It only took seconds to black it out completely.
Darkness stirred around her fingertips. Though she could easily dispel it, she decided to wait. The last thing she wanted was to put her men at risk.
Very slowly, Annora turned and faced her father.
He…wasn’t what she was expecting.
He wasn’t a big man, more medium height and slim build, and reserved, like he’d emerged from a different era. Since phantoms could live for centuries or even longer, she shouldn’t have been surprised.
He didn’t look like the power-hungry megalomaniac she was expecting.
