muscles of his calves flex as he went up on his toes, panting, sighing as he worked his hand slowly up and down. “Jesus fucking Christ… Living in this fucking cage, we tell ourselves all sorts of lies. That someone’s coming. That we might get out one day. But this? This is the fucking sweetest. I’m telling myself that it’s your hot little pussy sliding up and down my dick slowly, making sure you can take every inch of me. That you’re giving a little squeal as you feel my spurs massaging all that softness, dragging against nerves you didn’t even know you had, making you want to beg for more.”
Nero swallowed noisily beside me, making my eyes flick sideways, then dart away.
“Are they…?” I croaked out, regretting it the moment I did. Both men turned to face me, though Zane’s eyes closed and opened again. “Spikes,” I blurted out finally.
“Cartilage,” Nero said after clearing his throat. “Firm but bendable, like your…” He was about to reach out and touch the tip of my ear, but he closed his fist and drew it back. “We don’t hurt our lovers.”
“Hurt so good…” groaned Zane. “Fuck, I want to string this out, imagine you riding my face, your slick dripping down and falling into my mouth, while you smother me with that sweet cunt…” I watched the muscles in his arm pop up as it moved faster and faster, the nodules appearing to stand out harder against the rigid surface, each bending and then springing back under his grip. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” His brows creased, and for a moment, he looked almost heartbroken, his gasps coming in rapid little spurts, just before he did.
He wrenched the lid off the specimen jar and shoved his dick into the tall container, and we watched him cum. Was this a porn show, exhibitionist and voyeur play, or just yet another indignity visited upon us? It was hard to say. His brows came down in a frown as he stared at me, his teeth gritted in a frozen snarl. It just came and came, spurting out of him so hard, and his hips jerked with each spasm, his cries filling the air. He stayed like that for a time, until his eyes slowly faded from yellow to dark brown again, then he drew himself out of the specimen jar, tucking his dick away before screwing on the top.
“Gotta admit, kinda disappointed you didn’t join in,” he said before brushing past me, leaving the bathroom.
I took a deep breath, hit by the smell of bleach, sex, and male, still feeling clammy. I wiped at my face with the neckline of my gown, drawing a low growl from Nero.
I turned around, shocked. He’d been so quiet, so contained, but he pushed himself away from the wall, walking towards me only to dip into my personal space and take a deep breath. There he stayed, just whuffing me in for a moment before jerking away.
“Get a jar,” he ground out, claws forming on the end of his fingers as he scratched at the tiles.
“Do you need—?”
“Just a jar,” he replied.
Hollingsworth was all about the torment, and I’d thought I’d gotten out of this relatively unscathed. Like, I’d been kidnapped, locked up, assaulted, and had my birth control stolen, but still no zapping for me. He didn’t need to, I realised, placing the two specimens on the supplied trolley. He might not be able to damage my body for fear of destroying his investment, but he had no problems with emotional scars.
I felt Zane’s hot eyes on me, his salacious conversation, something Jai must have heard the lot of, I realised belatedly. Which was why he was standing at the glass, simmering, his eyes a blazing silver that only softened when he saw me.
“Babe…” I hated the reluctant way he reached out to touch the clear surface, like he was afraid it would bite, or that I would.
“Jai.” For a moment, I couldn’t say much else. If he’d been in the bathroom with five other gorgeous women, watching them pleasure themselves, how would I have felt? My teeth ground together, my jaw flexing as hot, hot rage burned through me.
“I’m sorry. I had to. I can’t just stand there and watch them kill you. I can’t.”
He stared for a moment, then nodded.
“I know, baby.”
“I didn’t touch him. I won’t…”
Jai’s expression shifted into one that took me a bit to parse. His eyes softened, his other hand going flat against the glass next