looked back, taking in the scene before turning his eyes back to me and narrowing them.
I stepped back and slammed the door closed. Turning on my heel, I marched back to my room as the guard snickered. Laughter exploded from the room currently hosting the orgy. Grabbing my bedding, I pulled it off the bed before moving to the other side of the room, far from the adjoining wall. I slid my back down the wall as the moaning started up and then more feminine squealing.
Pushing the bedding beneath my body to protect me from the cold stone floor, I held a pillow over my head, trying to sleep. A masculine voice bellowed my name, and I glared at the opposite wall, realizing Torrin had placed me in a room right next to his. Torrin’s laughter followed the male screaming out my name, and then a woman screamed his name as hot tears pricked my eyes.
I turned, knocking on the wall behind me. Feet scraped across the floor, and an answering knock sounded. Tapping three times, I waited until it answered six times. Smiling, I placed my hand on the wall, knowing Amo was behind it. We had to get out of here. Torrin was confusing me on purpose and enjoying doing so.
I’d almost begged him to fuck me today. I’d felt the moon nearing its fullest state, and that meant that I was in trouble of losing control. Tomorrow, the moon would be full, and I knew it would call me. The moon hadn’t called me in four months, which meant my body wouldn’t be in control, and it didn’t care about modesty or the fact that Torrin was a huge man-slut.
We couldn’t be here when the moon reached its precipice tomorrow, but we didn’t have our weapons or a means for escape. Torrin had brought us into his territory, and while that had been the plan, we had to figure out where the map was and get our shit back.
They had Landon, which meant I had to figure out where they were holding him, and the moment I had that information, I could escape this place and the infuriating male who was playing with me. I got it; Torrin was a warrior, and we all knew how to use what we had.
Torrin had sex appeal, and he was notoriously wicked-good in bed. He enjoyed dominating women, and while it was a tremendous turn on, I couldn’t act on it. For one thing, I’d be very fertile the moment the moon phase started. Torrin’s men had taken all our tonics, which meant anyone called by the moon would be in danger of breeding. There was also the matter that I didn’t want to be yet another woman he womanized.
A knock sounded on the wall beside my head, and I answered it, listening as Amo tapped out a question.
Are we escaping?
I frowned, tapping my coded reply. Hell yes, we’re leaving.
Another few taps, and another answer. We talked in code for over an hour before I rested my head onto the pillow, staring at the opposite wall. Frowning, I listened to the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and high-pitched screams of pleasure, mingling with the guttural groans that echoed through my head.
By the time I gave up on sleep and bathed, dressing for the day, it was morning. I opened my door, glaring at the guard. It wasn’t Hensley. The new guard turned, staring at me with midnight eyes.
“I need to visit the stables,” I stated, watching his eyes turn to slits before the door beside us opened, and a group of women slid from it, giggling as they started down the hallway.
“You’re not allowed outside of the room,” he snorted loudly.
“Take me to the stables,” I repeated, glowering at him.
“You deaf? I said you’re not allowed out of your room, you stupid bitch,” he shouted, and I growled, balling my fists at my side as I prepared to attack him.
“I’ll take you,” Torrin interjected, leaning against the doorway with his arms folded over his chest in a lazy pose.
“No thanks,” I seethed. “This Neanderthal can point me in the right direction, and I’ll go by myself.”
“You’re not permitted to be outside of your room without me beside you. You can leave Chivalry neglected, scared, and depressed that his pretty mistress has ignored him since she arrived, or I can escort you. Choose,” Torrin grunted, studying my face.
“Fine, take me to my horse.”
“Let me put on something more presentable,” he said