Namesake (Voiders #1) - Marie Harte Page 0,4

keep it,” Vicki said. “Again, my apologies for taking your table.” She met his gaze before realizing her mistake. Shit. Never look them in the eye. Not unless you want to lose a limb. She quickly glanced away.

“Our table. Right.” The blond cut off the small space between him and the wall she’d been eyeing. Her one avenue of escape now denied.

“Um, guys? You’re kind of crowding me.” One Ravager she might be able to handle. But four who looked like these predators?

“Good.” The charmer winked. “My tall friend here is Eric. I’m Logan, the pretty one.” The others snorted. “This is Jesse,” he said of the intense brown-haired male next to him. “And the blond is Dominic.”

She puzzled over the introductions. Maybe they didn’t mean to be so threatening?

“And you are?” Eric asked, the rumble of his voice vibrating along her nerves like a physical caress.

Squelching the urge to shiver, she answered, aware of his knowing gaze. “Vicki.”

“Vicki.” He savored her name. Heat licked at her womb. “How did you get in?”

“Ah,” she paused, wondering if she should tell the truth. “I, well…”

The front door burst open to admit Salinas like invading ants. The minute the lawmen understood they’d busted into a Ravager hangout, they tensed and drew weapons. Everyone in the bar froze. “We don’t want any trouble here. We’re searching for a young woman, five foot nine, long black hair. Yellow eyes.”

They’re brown, assholes.

“We seen that here?” the bartender asked.

Everyone around murmured denials, no love for the Salinas a common thread among Voiders.

Surrounded by four giants, Vicki felt safe enough from prying eyes. Hell, if everyone screwed the Salinas by withholding information, so much the better.

She let out a relieved sigh then noted her four new friends staring down at her with calculating expressions. “What?”

“Your eyes are unique, Vicki,” Eric said in a low voice. He cupped her face, his callused hands warm against her skin. “Salinas,” he said over his shoulder. “Why do you want this yellow-eyed woman?”

“She caused a public disturbance at Rock Hall, assaulted two women and three men, and stole private property from Mr. Chen.”

“Mister” Chen. Great. My luck to get the Salinas on Chen’s payroll. Some in the crowd chuckled while others began talking in louder voices.

“What’ll it be, Vicki?” Eric murmured.

“Be?” Damn him. She had a bad feeling he was offering a choice she didn’t want to make.

“The Salinas or us?”

By us, did he mean… All four of the men surrounding her seethed with energy. She could feel the arousal in each of them pulsing like a living thing. But Vicki didn’t have a choice. No way in hell could she go with the Salinas, especially if they meant to send her off with Chen. With these guys she stood a chance—granted, a slim chance in hell—of escaping intact.

“Damn it.” Vicki seethed, annoyed their arousal was stoking her own. First Chen, now Ravagers? Is this my night for Voider love or what? Swearing under her breath, she yanked Eric to her. Forcing him to bend to meet her mouth, she gave him her answer with a kiss that stole every thought in her head.

“Nobody here by that description, Salinas,” Dominic yelled. “Now get the hell gone.”

Other Ravagers seconded the sentiment.

Not sure if they’d left or not, Vicki didn’t care before remembering not to succumb to Eric’s wild taste. Basic need, raw sex, and a long, thick cock against her belly took a huge chunk out of her resistance.

He growled and pressed her hard against the wall, no longer accepting her kiss so much as taking charge of it.

The others stepped closer, caging Vicki and Eric together.

He used his whole mouth—tongue and teeth and lips—to turn her world upside down. One minute she’d been kissing him, the next he had his tongue down her throat and his hand on her breast.

No, not his hand. His hands were on her waist as he lifted her effortlessly. He wrapped Vicki’s legs around him and ground against her damp crotch.

Fingers pinched both her nipples with enough pressure to make her gasp.

Eric swallowed her cry as he dry humped her against the wall. He swallowed her pleas for more, stroked her lips and drew a drop of blood with sharp teeth. The pain only made the pleasure that much sweeter. Forget resistance. She wanted more.

“She’s burning up,” Logan murmured.

Jesse rasped, “I want a taste.”

“Not until Prime’s done,” she heard Dominic say. “And by the look of him, he hasn’t had his fill.” Dominic laughed, a hoarse