Namesake (Voiders #1) - Marie Harte Page 0,38

those were few and far between.

Claiming a human as his mate would surely be a sign he’d gone over the edge.

Another thought struck him, and he staggered with the force of the stressful blow.

Could Vicki even bear his children? And if so, would they be Ravager or something else?

That above all needed to be addressed. Motherfucker, I knew she was going to be trouble.

Eric withdrew from his new mate and sat beside her on the table. He clutched his temples and groaned but couldn’t resist a glance at Vicki’s naked body sprawled beside him. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath. She lay open, vulnerable, fully his to do with whatever he wanted.

His cock hardened as if he hadn’t just filled her with enough seed to repopulate the entire Ravager species. He wanted her again, right now. But this time he’d take her ass before Dom could get to it. Clan politics, heirs, his entire existence ceased to matter next to Vicki’s arousing essence.

Lost in a fogging desire, Eric leaned over her, intent on taking her again when he caught his scent powerfully strong. Too strong. The difference shook his guer and woke him from his sexual enthrallment.

Holy shit.

He’d found what no one had in a very long time—a true queen.

Yet she was also a human, one who didn’t exactly like it here among his kind, and who would most likely escape at the earliest opportunity.

He wished he understood how it had happened in the first place. From wanting to protect her, to screwing her, to claiming her, all in one powerful sexual union?

How the hell could he fix this? Worse, why didn’t he want to?

Dominic.

Dom would know what to do about this. Then again, Dom had advised him to mark Vicki in the first place, resulting in a definite addiction growing more potent every time he touched her. My human mate. He really should have fired Dom ages ago. His guard gave fucked-up advice.

But a true queen. Could it be? Or was his guer just screwed up by Vicki’s wacked out energy?

Talk about trouble in paradise, he thought as he stroked Vicki’s soft skin while she slept. Eric called for Dom via the intercom on the table and waited, trying to make sense of the chaos spreading through his pack.

Diana wanted to mate with a non-Ravager, another human.

Kate suddenly had issues that made Sean look tame.

Vicki didn’t want to be owned, and now the stubborn woman owned him. Void love him, but if she ever found out how a real Ravager relationship worked, he’d never get a moment’s peace. She didn’t take shit from anyone, but he liked that about her. He could only hope the rest of the clan would feel the same way. Because if they didn’t, his life would be worth next to nothing when the Savages turned on him. Maybe Nev was on to something about ruling strictly through fear and intimidation. Though Eric was the strongest in the pack, he remained prime because his clan believed in what he intended for their future.

Would they feel the same about him with Vicki by his side? Because he couldn’t undo what he’d done. Hell, he wouldn’t undo it, even if he could.

Eric lowered his head, wishing once again for the peace he’d found in Vicki’s warm body.

“By the Voids, what else can go wrong?”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Three days later, Vicki glared at the indentation where Eric’s head had rested hours ago, more than annoyed he’d closeted her inside his room with orders to stay put. She hadn’t been allowed to see anyone but him since he’d taken advantage of her in that blasted conference room.

She refused to admit, even to herself, that she enjoyed spending time with the ill-mannered werewolf.

Worse than her confinement, she’d succumbed to him two nights in a row, doing any and everything the damn Ravager demanded. For a woman raised to be independent and powerful in her own right, she was acting like nothing more than his sexual slave. Vicki wanted to blame the marking thing he’d done, but she’d wanted him even before he’d bitten her. The man was a walking sexual dynamo. That guer he talked about made her energy sit up and take notice. Perhaps if she’d been a normal woman, she wouldn’t want him so much. But Vicki was a Conduit.

Her power remained a part of her at all times, a sixth sense as important to her as seeing and hearing. Manipulating energy since she’d been old enough to