he plucked glass from my torso, rotating me so he could continue his licking ministrations over the smaller wounds. He drew closer and closer to my breasts, and I tried to help him along.
When he touched them, I’d come undone.
I wanted to come undone.
He brushed the underside for a mere instant before returning to my largest wound, licking it all over again.
My cheeks flushed, and I sagged against the thick bars. “Please, Kyros. I need you.”
I’d cry if it convinced him to take me right there and then.
Kyros’s eyes shifted over my shoulder. People were fighting. I’d dismissed them because I was between the danger and my vampire.
At last, Kyros ran his hands up over the uninjured plain of my stomach.
The clothing had to go.
We were of the same mind. He tore my tank from my body as I went to work on my boots and pants. I shucked the remains of the outfit as Kyros’s hands blurred on his own clothing.
Our mouths met desperately between the bars. His arms snaked out of the cage either side of me, drawing me flush against the metal columns where he proceeded to palm my breasts with one hand.
I made an angry sound when he pulled away, whimpering as Kyros used his fangs to tear at his wrist.
Blood dripped from the wound and I snatched at his arm as he stretched it to me.
His purr of approval rumbled through the basement.
I clamped my mouth around his wrist and sucked hard, peeking up through my lashes.
He was mine.
Under my spell.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do for me.
“Inside,” I gasped between swallows of his blood.
His eyes. His beautiful green eyes held mine. I was his prisoner, and I couldn’t feel one shred of regret over that.
His hands already through the bars, Kyros drew my leg up, supporting me under the knee. Still drinking, I used my other hand to free his erection before sliding my underwear to the side.
I’d been denied too long. He occupied my thoughts entirely.
“I almost feel bad to keep doing this to them,” a voice said behind me.
Kyros growled over my head, dragging me around the side of the cage with not-so-gentle shoves through the bars. His fangs gnashed when foreign hands wrapped around me from behind.
Not the hands I wanted!
“Kyros!” I screamed as the person dragged me from the cage, need cramping like a fist in my stomach.
I was shoved against the far wall of the basement.
I stared mutinously into blue eyes as my heat slid to pain. As fever burned away to fatigue.
Mindlessness melted to confusion.
My furious screams faded to silence.
The person’s face filled my vision just before the white dots connected.
“G-Gerome?”
Sighing, I fell forward into his arms.
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I groaned, hand moving to my pounding head. It wasn’t just demons tangoing in my temples this time, it was the entire apocalypse partying in my skull.
I tried to roll onto my side and was stopped.
Wrenching awake, I stared at the hands on my torso and traced them upward to the owner.
Pantsuit.
“Safina,” I croaked. Pain ripped through my dry throat. “Ouch. Water.”
Arching a perfect brown brow, Safina spoke over her shoulder. “Francesca.”
An exaggerated sigh drew my attention to the retreating back of Kyros’s youngest sister. The two other sisters stood at the foot of my bed.
Safina took the glass of water from Francesca, holding it to my lips. I swallowed a few blissful gulps, resting back on what felt like one million pillows.
I stared at the two mystery sisters.
Safina followed my gaze. “Miss Tetley, have you met Deirdre and Lalitta?”
My head was caught somewhere between an onslaught of terrifying memories from a basement filled with Vissimo and the introduction.
Mute for the time being, I shook my head.
“I’m Lalitta,” the platinum blonde said, blue eyes huge. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a used tampon,” I croaked, trying to sit a few times before giving up. “What’s the verdict with my wounds?”
Francesca rolled her eyes. “Kyros healed the worst of it in the basement. You should feel fine.”
“She lost too much blood. Not to mention the knocks to the head, you imbecile,” Dierdre snapped.
Yikes. Thanks, but yikes.
I rested my eyes on Dierdre, noting her similarity to Neelan. Her eyes held the same almond curve. Her skin was olive. She didn’t look like a member of Clan Fyrlia, but somewhere between the two.
Yep, Mum or Dad definitely took a dive into the enemy camp. Twice at least.
Lalitta cast the youngest sister a softly admonishing look. “Franny. Be kind.”
Safina, Lalitta, Dierdre, Francesca.
Smart, nice, angry, petulant.
I thought of