How sick am I? And how the hell is Ravager nookie going to bring me the husband and kids I want? This issonot the path to happily ever after.
She shrugged off her weird sex cravings and wondered what the hell to make of this morning—from her threat in the conference room, where she felt she’d actually gained some ground—to becoming a Ravager plaything in a hot sixty-nine she wanted to do all over again.
How the hell would she be able to go back to normal sex with human men after this?
Just thinking about deep-throating Dom again, or heaven help her, Eric, made her wet. And when the hell had she become so gifted at sucking cock? Yet she’d taken Dom like a pro. Vicki’s face felt on fire. Had to be Ravager pheromones.
She’d been dreaming about Eric and Dom when Dom had intruded on her innocent enough fantasy. From walking in the woods with two handsome men to having her nipples sucked. Not a bad way to wake up, she thought with a grin. But her smile faded as she recalled how hungry Dom had made her, how easily he’d breached her control andownedher emotions.
Bad enough the sex kept getting better. But she’d swear she felt an alien resonance deep within her. A wildness she’d sensed in Ravagers before, but that she could now feel purring within herself.
Crazy talk. Or was it?
Dom stepped out of the bathroom naked, his slick blond hair darker when wet. In no hurry, he donned a pair of boxers, jeans, and a shirt. To distract herself from jumping him again, she blurted, “Why are you blond?”
He ran a comb through his hair. “Genetics.”
“Duh. I meant, why are you fair when most of the clan is dark? You’re the only blond I’ve seen, and Eric is the only one who doesn’t have brown eyes.”
Dom nodded and stood. “Yes. That blue is distinctive, isn’t it? He’s from a very strong line of Ravagers back home. My family has always been different. We’re all light, all a little weird too.”
He smiled, but hefeltodd, almost sad, and she didn’t like it. She changed the subject. “How come you guys don’t go around all day in Ravager form like those outside town? The Lawless clan, right?”
His gaze narrowed, and he dug his toes into thick carpeting.
Come to think of it, none of the Ravagers she’d seen yesterday had worn shoes. How bizarre.
Dom nodded to the door, and they left.
Outside his room, he answered her. “Nev Lawless is a bastard who should never have been allowed off the homeworld. His family killed and oppressed more Ravagers than any humans or Watcher groups ever have.”
She frowned. “I thought the Watchers were just urban myth.”
“I wish.”
She followed him downstairs and sat with him in the kitchen, where Rule once again toiled behind the stove, this time in a rumpled Grateful Dead t-shirt.
Dom didn’t have to ask. Rule slid a plate of steak in front of him.
“Steak for him, pancakes for the rest of us?”
Rule rubbed his hands together. “For the prime’s consort, steak’s the least of what I can do. How about a filet rolled in bacon and peppercorns? A nice cornbread dressing on the side?”
For lunch?“Forget I said anything.” She turned back to Dom, ignoring Rule’s comment about the “prime’s consort.” She needed to know more about the Voiders determined to keep her. “So, Dom, what do you do around here?”
Rule snorted. “Do? He eats. That’s what he does.”
Dom chuckled and continued to do just that. “Rule’s just jealous because I’m prettier than he is.”
“Dick.”
“Ass.” Dom smiled at Vicki. “My job is simple. I take care of the prime.”
“Your king. Eric.”
“That’s him.”
“He needs constant care? What, like a two-year-old?” she asked waspishly.
