The heat within turned to anger at the thought of what he truly wanted. What I didn't know. He had reasons for taking me from home. With a warning glower and high shoulders, I backed to the wall.
No defensive stance hindered him. I shouldn't have expected he would respect my space, that wasn't something Fae did. I was his human. And his friends had rights to me.
Too soon he was against me, taller than Ash, and had me tilting my head higher.
"What do you want?" I spat.
Instead of answering, his thumb twirled over the silky fabric on my left nipple. My responding gasp was all he needed to add a pinch. When I tried to turn, his splayed hand went to my sternum, holding me against the wall.
"Be still." His accompanying kiss was gentle, affectionate. Somehow he lowered the defensive barrier I tried to erect. Des was the only one with that ability. Ryker may have made me feel accepted and he felt like a true friend, but Des was a creature I could never resist.
"Do you want me to make you cum, little Maiden?"
I let out a long, desperate breath--that and his closeness was all I wanted. I didn't care if other Fae or men saw me when desperation consumed me. Maybe I would become like Macy before everything was over. He removed the chastity device at my nub. And so I got my fill of Des pleasuring me and letting me taste his sweet juices. The Fae took me even closer to a need to be fucked.
The thought had him slap my mound hard and pinch, angered at the building need. He was quick to return the cursed contraption that hindered the friction to make my orgasm and refused Ryker opportunity to touch me. The thoughts came though. The ones that felt real--the ones that kept having me feel as though I was being brought to repeated orgasms by Zane. Maybe I was by the way it felt.
Even when I lay curled up with Des, I could see Zane's locked gaze on me, glowing from the light of coals. When I couldn't stand the stare any longer, I rolled to wrap my arm and leg over Des.
*****
Smoke was the first thing I smelled when I was shaken awake. The shrieks of women, not human, but something else, sirens maybe. Then came the rattle at the door. Not any rattle. As I stood, I could see the boards that acted as locks were moving. What looked like talons swiped into the small, defensive slits in the wall.
"Vampires!" someone yelled.
"Sirens!" another spat.
The words had me frozen in terror. They were myths. Vampires weren't real.
An arm curled around me and I was pulled backward to the trapdoor where Des had retrieved food. I examined the the low-lit area below that flickered with distant firelight.
"Climb down."
