by Susan Bliler
“They will feed us tomorrow,” Rohm assured from behind her, his voice so deep that his chest rumbled.
She didn’t question him, just hoped he was right. She was starving and thirsty as hell but felt bad for Rohm. At least she’d gotten a drink of water when they’d let her use the bathroom. He’d gone without.
“Your wounds should be mostly healed by morning,” he whispered against her ear.
“But, you told that sick fuck…”
“I lied.”
Wrapped in Rohm’s warmth, Nyree relaxed and thought about what was to come. The bastard was adamant that Rohm “seed” her, and to her mortification, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have the massive Keeper fucking into her. No! No way was she allowing herself to be bred like a dog while that bastard watched and gloated! Clamping down on her thoughts, she forced herself to think of an escape plan until she finally drifted off. Somewhere just between cognizance and slumber, she swore she heard Rohm rumble, “You are mine now, Nyree. I’ll never let you go.”
***
Nyree woke to Rohm’s big body shifting behind her.
“Wake up,” he whispered.
He gently pulled his arm from under her head as she blinked into the darkness. “What’s happening?” She tried to sit up, but a hand on her chest kept her pinned flat.
“I need to inspect your wounds.”
What? “No.” As she reached for her skirt, her top was pulled down. “Rohm!” One hand left her skirt to yank her top back up. Then two hands were spreading her thighs. She fought to clamp them shut. “Stop it,” she hissed.
“Do you want to do this with the lights on, and them watching?” he asked from somewhere so close to her face she felt his breathe fan her cheeks.
Still too groggy from sleep and her abrupt awakening, Nyree couldn’t control the emotion that surged to the fore. “I don’t want to do it at all,” she whispered, her voice faltering.
In the darkness above her, she felt him rumble before she heard it. “I know you do not like me, Nyree, but I won’t allow them to watch us again. You need to be healed, and I am going to see to your needs. Spread your legs for me.”
She stalled for long moments, debating, before finally inching her thighs apart in invitation. Rohm didn’t bother easing into it. He went straight for her core, and memories of what he could do with his tongue came flooding back in a heated pool that hit her hard and had her instantly aching with need.
Damn it! She tried to steel herself. She wasn’t a damn virgin, she could handle a man licking her knee, or thigh, or even an inch away from her needy pussy…couldn’t she? Trying to focus on something else, she panted, “And…and I don’t dislike you.”
Rohm growled.
“I-I don’t know why you s-said that!” Okay, talking was too much, and it was a good thing she’d given up on conversation because at her words, Rohm began licking her with purpose. He was gentle, but demanding. Turning his head, his chin rubbed against her suddenly interested clit. Oh God, not again!
Without warning, his nose nudged aside her panties and his tongue sluiced through her wet folds.
“Aaaah,” Nyree breathed on a sigh. It wasn’t what she’d intended. She was going to tell him to stop, but couldn’t deny the pleasure that coursed through her. She should have cared where they were, that there were cameras, that they weren’t even supposed to like each other. She didn’t.
He stopped licking and rose over her, caging her beneath him. His breathing was labored, and she was certain he was pressed closer to her than he needed to be.
One of her hands slid up his arm, as if of its own accord, and curled over a massive rounded shoulder. She struggled to convince herself that those were not her nipples rubbing against his chest even as a soft moan slipped from her parted and eager lips.
“Nyree.” The word came out rough. “I-I need to give you something.”
She needed to drop her hand and stop rubbing against him like a damn contented cat, but she was aching to feel him inside her, and she was having difficulty registering his words. “Give,” she breathed. “Give it to me, Rohm.”
“Your wounds are nearly healed,” Rohm whispered. “We need a way out, and they’ll never let me out of this cage.”
She could only focus on parts of what he was saying. Nearly healed? “Then why’d you lick me again?”
Rohm shifted over her, and she couldn’t miss the undeniable ridge of his hard cock at the vee of her legs. “I had to taste you again. You are…addicting.”
Unsure what to say to the confession, Nyree smiled up at him. “Your tongue is addicting too.” When he didn’t move she licked her lips. “I want you inside me.”
This close to him, with her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she watched as his brows furrowed. “You’re…you’re sure?”
His expression was odd, and the question even more so.
“Yes,” she replied, but now she was confused at his reaction to her words. Maybe he…
“Take off your panties,” Rohm ordered, as he pulled back into the darkness away from her.
Nyree shuddered at the velvety command even as her hands quickly found the lacy strips at her hips and pushed down. She didn’t even get the flimsy material to her knees before two fingers slid into her pussy. She gasped, as much from the unexpectedness as from the pleasure.
“You are ready for me.”
It wasn’t a question, and Rohm pulled his fingers free seconds before Nyree felt the broad tip of his cock probing for entrance. He stilled, his voice nearly inaudible as he asked, “Nyree?”
She wanted him inside of her more than she wanted her next breath. “Give it to me,” she whispered.
Rohm pushed into her slowly, and as she stretched, Nyree moaned and curled her hands to claw at his shoulders. His pace was slow and easy, his cock large enough to stretch and fill her, but not so big it hurt.
Many thoughts flashed through Nyree’s mind as the Keeper slowly filled her. She wondered if her birth control would still work with a Keeper’s seed. She wondered if the cameras were equipped with night vision. Surprisingly, the idea of being watched made her wetter, and Rohm growled his appreciation as his mouth found the side of her throat. He nuzzled, nipped, and licked as his hips rocked into her.
As her pleasure built, Nyree wondered what this would mean for them. She was growing attached to Rohm, and was honestly surprised when he’d confessed that he thought she disliked him. It would explain why he’d been so distant and outright angry. She thought he was the one who hated her. Now, she was beneath him as he tunneled into her, and she never could have guessed that this screwed-up mission would find her fucking her partner.
Pushing the thought back, Nyree focused on how good the hard length of Rohm’s cock felt. The sounds of wet sex and heavy breathing filled the air. She tried to stifle her feminine mewls of pleasure, but was mostly unsuccessful, especially with Rohm’s hands exploring every inch of her body. Large hands kneaded her breasts, cautious of her wounded nipple. Then his lips were on hers.
Rohm quickened his pace, and Nyree could feel her womb tightening. She was close. Her lips found Rohm’s shoulder and she licked him. He growled, and she wasn’t sure if that meant he liked it or not, but she didn’t care as she suddenly came hard. Her teeth bit into his shoulder to stifle a scream as her pussy clenched around the iron length of him. Rohm pumped into her faster, his balls slapping off her ass. A few thrusts, then he was roaring so loud that it hurt her ears.
Pulling her mouth from his shoulder she crooned, “Shhhhh!” She was shocked as she felt him erupt deep inside her. It wasn’t like anything she’d experienced before as his hands clamped on her hips and he thrust harder, inching impossibly further into her as his seed shot deep inside of her. She could feel his cock pulsing, but that wasn’t what was odd. It was the heat and strength of his ejaculation that didn’t seem to stop. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her trapped tightly against him. He was filling her with his seed, and she c
ould only accept his offering as his straining thighs held her spread wide so that he was buried deep inside the heart of her womb.
She began to panic when, after long moments, Rohm remained rigid as his body convulsed, his cock throbbing within her with each warm blast of his release. Lying on top of her, still locked deep, Rohm snarled with each seizure of his body as the heated blasts prolonged her orgasm, sending her toppling over and over into sensory overloaded bliss. She’d never come so long, or so hard, and it was frightening in its intensity. “R-Rohm!” she barely breathed as he continued to jet inside her. It was too much, too deep. He was filling her as she’d never been filled before. So much so, she could literally feel her lower abdomen heating.
With one last thrust, Rohm bent over her, his lips brushing against the satiny column of her throat as he growled, “Mine!”
Shock and pain dampened Nyree’s weakened state of contentment and she jerked when Rohm’s sharp teeth bit into her throat. Her hands slammed to his chest as she tried to push him off, her eyes widening in fear when a bright flash erupted between their bodies and she felt something hot pouring onto her chest. What was he doing? Was Zavier trying to get loose? He’d crush her! She panicked, fighting to break free of Rohm’s teeth locked in her throat, and his hard cock locked deep in her pussy.
At her throat, Rohm growled and bit down a little more, stilling Nyree as she whimpered, “Rohm!” She knew better than to fight a Keeper. They were predators, and he clearly wanted her submission. With him still in command of her pussy and throat, Nyree attempted to go limp in hopes of showing him her willingness to surrender to him.
The heat she felt on her chest intensified, growing to an almost unbearable temperature, renewing her fight against the teeth embedded in her throat. She could feel blood running down her neck, and she bucked under him, desperate to get free, only partially aware that she was impaling herself on his rigid cock, evoking groans of pleasure from the Keeper’s lips at her throat. Her own pleasure surged.
One of Rohm’s hands slid from her back to cup her ass as he slowly pulled his teeth free and began to fuck her outright.
The pleasure of him pounding into her warred with the numbness at her neck and the heat that was slowly subsiding in her chest. At her ear, Rohm growled, “You are mine now, Nyree.” He licked at her wound, lapping at the blood running freely down her neck before his lips found her hardened nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, his hips moving faster as he plunged deeper.
Hands still clawed into his shoulders, Nyree threw her head back and arched violently as she came again. She didn’t understand how he could have taken her pain and fear and turned it into something that felt so right. One moment her nails were digging into his flesh in an attempt to get him off her, and the next she was clinging to him for dear life, urging him closer.
Rohm tossed his head back and roared as he once again began filling her. Seed her…it made sense now. Strong jets shot over and over as he once again clamped large hands on her hips, holding her in place, forcing her to take all he gave.
Long minutes later, Rohm slowly pulled free of Nyree and, before she could protest, he scooped her into his arms. Carrying her to somewhere in the cage he placed her on her feet before stepping back. Light flared as Zavier sprang free, then Rohm was gently lowering her to the ground, settling her body between his and Zavier’s. She was wrapped in a cocoon of strong Keeper and his warm furred Sentry. Dazed, she wordlessly accepted their warmth and protection.
She didn’t complain when Rohm pulled her tighter into his frame as he spooned her against his body. Part of her was indignant at the savage way he’d bitten her, but she’d enjoyed the sex so much that she couldn’t help but wonder if it was how all Keepers made love.
“Rohm?” she finally whispered into the darkness.
“Sleep,” he commanded.
Too many questions ran through her mind. What did he mean, I’m his? She needed distance to clear her head. “I want to get up.”
“No,” he growled. “When a female accepts a Keeper’s claim, it is draining on the female. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”
“What…what happens tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow you set us free.”
That just gave her even more questions, but Rohm pulled her tight, tucking her up against him as he expelled a deep breath. Silence reigned, but Nyree’s mind was going a mile a minute. What did he mean, she would set them free? And why had he called her his? When his breathing evened out she knew he was asleep, which meant no answers would be forthcoming. She relaxed into his arms and surprisingly, locked in a cage half-naked in some unknown location, prisoner of a madman and a monster, she was in Rohm’s embrace and felt safer than she had in a very long time.
Chapter 12
The sound of swaying pines as they creaked in the harsh wind and the light swooshing of hard flakes as they bounced off the crusted snow’s surface was all Bellis StCroix could hear. Monroe’s favored Walker assassin, he’d been sent to ghost the Walker teams tasked with retrieving Rohm and Nyree. That wasn’t his mission though. No, he was going to bring in the traitor, the one Monroe had told him about. His head canted as he watched her now.
Dark-haired and pale-skinned, she was actually quite beautiful. Her eyes were odd though. They were blue, but no color blue he’d ever seen…well almost. His own eyes were inky black with mere pinpoints of neon blue in the center. Her eyes nearly matched the blue of his own. Her hair was trimmed to where it barely brushed her shoulders. It wasn’t curly, and it wasn’t straight. Wavy, and not quite as dark as the form-fitting black bodysuit she wore.
Bellis eyed her clothing. Odd. It was shiny, and fit her trim body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were full, her hips and ass rounded in just the right places.
She’d come rushing from one of the dilapidated buildings that mirrored several of the other structures in what was left of the ghosted-out mining town. Dozens of these old, forgotten towns peppered the state. This particular building held the scent of Walkers, Keepers, humans, and Megalya.
Once the door slammed behind the female she’d thrown herself back against it as a sob wrenched from her throat. She was staring up at the sky, her breath leaving her in harsh pants that exploded in little cloud bursts in the frigid air.
Studying her, Bellis felt an odd sensation he chalked up to disgust. Even from this distance he could scent her regret and…Walker blood! It had to be her, the one Monroe had sent him for. This female was the traitor. Monroe hadn’t said the traitor would be female, and Bellis wondered at that. His first instinct was to seek out a male. Hmph! You never knew what to expect when dealing with Monroe StoneCrow.
Dipping his head, frowning as he watched the female, he let his nostrils flare as he drank in her scent. He didn’t want to forget it, to lose it. If something happened and he couldn’t get to her now, he wanted to have her so firmly imprinted on his memory that he’d know her anywhere. Her scent, covered in the blood of his people, had his inner beasts stirring.
The Dominant Skin Walker’s mate—or Angel as Walkers called them—had been injured. In the Dominant’s stead his second, King Mulholland, had sent his best teams in search of the missing. Word had been sent to the Keepers that their services were not needed, but Bellis knew they’d ignored the directive. He’d watched as Keepers covertly deployed from StoneCrow, following the Sentry teams who were seeking out those who’d been taken. Waiting on specific Intel about the traitor, Bellis had been the last to leave.
Monroe was distracted with the injuries his mate had sustained, leaving Bellis with only one clear directive. Bring the traitor to the Dominant.
Delayed, he’d followed Fatal’s Keepers Hero, Battle, and Valor as they ghosted the Walker teams. He’d heard the Keepers discussing the traitor, and wondered where they’d gleaned that highly confidential detail. Truly, Bellis didn’t care. His job was to bring the traitor in, and no Keeper could, or would, stop him.
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ting his head, he balled his large hands into fists, watching the female. Someone would pay for the breach at StoneCrow, for the injured and the dead. His eyes narrowed on the female as he watched her drop to her knees in the snow and frantically scrub her hands with fistfuls of snow. She would pay for what had been done at StoneCrow. She would pay for any injury sustained by the missing Keeper, Walkers, and human staff who had been taken.
Decided, Bellis was about to take a step when he suddenly tensed. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement. He didn’t look in that direction, didn’t even move. Just his eyes flicked in that direction before cutting back to the woman. She was still panting in the snow, trying to scrub herself clean, oblivious to the fact that now two predators were hunting her.
***
Hero held up a hand, halting his fellow Keepers. Rohmulus was close, he could sense it, but he had another objective as well. Monroe’s men were seeking a traitor, but Fatal wanted him first. When the female rushed from the building, scenting of blood and regret, he knew they’d found the one they were seeking. A woman! His gut instinct was to rush her and take her into custody, but something held him in place. He could sense another presence. He slowly scanned the forest, startling when inky-black eyes opened up in a dark recess. Then the shadow moved, and he realized the eyes were part of it. There wasn’t a man in the shadows, the man was the shadow. Demon? The creature looked directly at Hero and it took a step, separating itself from the darkness where it hid…and yet not. The beast was all black, like the area where it had hidden. Coal-black skin, jet black hair, even its dark eyes held just mere pinpoints of neon blue to indicate where it looked. Right now, it was looking directly at Hero, and Hero held the gaze. When the demon’s eyes cut to the woman, Hero knew they were both after the same thing.
