Namesake (Voiders #1) - Marie Harte Page 0,40

fully human anymore,” she threw in, just to be heard.

Eric ignored her. “This is all too soon. It’s only been a few days, for Christ’s sake.”

“Eric, you need to accept it. It’s obvious to anyone with a nose. Your mark is really, really potent.” Dom shifted his stance, drawing her attention to his mouthwatering erection.

Good Lord. Vicki wanted him. After three days of having marathon sex with Eric, she wanted Dom again. She’d turned into a Voider nympho. And wouldn’t that make Gran so proud?

“Guys, I’m right here. I still don’t get it. What’s the problem? You marked me when you grabbed me Sunday. What’s so different about the situation now?” Besides the obvious, me stuck in Ravager-land without a way out, and stupid me, not really wanting one. A thought occurred to her. “So you realize you made a mistake, is that it? No problem. Let me go and I’m outta here. No trouble at all.” She smiled, ignoring the pain caused at thoughts of separating from her pack—from these Ravagers.

Dom strode to her and shocked her by ripping her shirt open.

“Hey!”

He sliced through her bra, pushed it apart, and latched onto her breast before she could move. The minute his lips closed around her nipple, she sagged in his hold as unbelievable pleasure coursed through her veins. He sucked hard, nipping her and licking the sting away. Vicki wanted to ride him, to take him deep inside her while her prime watched and hungered. God, she needed it, bad.

“Oh yeah, she even tastes like you,” Dom was saying as he gently laid her down in bed.

She shivered at the feel of his large, hot hands, and then blinked up into… Eric’s face? Desire burned in his gaze. He ran a finger over her nipple, stirring that blaze to life once more. Instead of joining her, he drew her shirt together and sat beside her with a sigh.

“My cock is killing me. I want her twenty-four/seven,” he growled. “So what now, guard? How do I break this to the clan without them falling apart? You know as much as they hate Nev, they still cling to tradition. Hell, so do I. She’s human.”

“Conduit,” Vicki corrected him again, wishing she could think clearly beyond her hormones. Then he caressed her arm. A simple graze of his palm. “Quit doing that. You touch me and I can’t think. Cut it out before I zap you both,” she ended on a moan, wanting Eric and Dom to touch her again. She sneaked a hand under Eric’s shirt and grazed his back. With a small pull, she latched onto his energy and tugged.

Eric took a swift breath and leaped from the bed.

“Of course,” Dom said with a grin, looking relieved. “Not sure why I hadn’t thought of it before.”

“What?” Eric sounded wary.

Vicki just wanted her head to stop spinning. She internally focused, pulling in the sexual vibes so she could untangle her needs from the powerful males surrounding her. It took some doing, and she missed most of what Eric and Dom said. Finally herself again, she rolled to her side and stood with Dom’s help. “Thanks,” she grumbled and pulled away.

She rooted for a new bra and shirt, not liking how vulnerable she felt at being nearly naked around the powerful Ravagers.

She took the clothing into the bathroom with her and emerged to find Dom waiting for her.

“Where’d he go?” she asked.

“Ah, clan business. I have a few things to do as well, so I’m going to leave you with Malcolm.”

“Where are Jesse and Logan? I thought they were pack, but I haven’t seen them in a while.” Not that she minded less attention from the Ravagers, but of the four men that supposedly owned her, those two were the least threatening.

“Jesse and Logan are working on a special project I assigned them.” The sly grin on his face worried her. “You’re going to be spending much more time with Malcolm.”

“But not you or Eric?” She’d put Malcolm on his ass before. She could do it again.

“What sparked that look in your eyes, Victoria Fox?” Dom murmured. He lifted her chin and looked down, past her eyes into what felt like her soul.

Just the touch of his palm heated her sex and made her wet, hungry for him. Mine, she thought with an inner snarl, and blinked.

“Vicki, you’re the one.” He stroked her lips with his finger.

“What one?” she snapped and jerked out of his hold before she jumped him. Great. Now