Eric lowered his head, wishing once again for the peace he’d found in Vicki’s warm body.
“By the Voids, what else can go wrong?”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Three days later, Vicki glared at the indentation where Eric’s head had rested hours ago, more than annoyed he’d closeted her inside his room with orders to stay put. She hadn’t been allowed to see anyone but him since he’d taken advantage of her in that blasted conference room.
She refused to admit, even to herself, that she enjoyed spending time with the ill-mannered werewolf.
Worse than her confinement, she’d succumbed to him two nights in a row, doing any and everything the damn Ravager demanded. For a woman raised to be independent and powerful in her own right, she was acting like nothing more than his sexual slave. Vicki wanted to blame the marking thing he’d done, but she’d wanted him even before he’d bitten her. The man was a walking sexual dynamo. Thatguerhe talked about made her energy sit up and take notice. Perhaps if she’d been a normal woman, she wouldn’t want him so much. But Vicki was a Conduit.
Her power remained a part of her at all times, a sixth sense as important to her as seeing and hearing. Manipulating energy since she’d been old enough to walk, Vicki had grown up with an uncanny sense about people. The same reason she’d convinced Sean to take on their last client told her she’d found something special here with these Voiders, and with Eric in particular.
She rubbed the spot on her breast that burned. Her hand over it eased the sting, and the fiery hurt turned to a gentle throbbing. Nothing marred her flesh, not even a bruise, despite Eric’s rough handling. But she felt a flare of alien energy all the same.Has to be Eric’s doing,the sexy, controlling bastard. I’m never going to be normal after him.
She wanted to wail at the unfairness of it all. Despite the Morely propensity for being Conduits, her family lived happily. Every one of her relatives married for love and had the well-adjusted kids to prove it. An oddity in the human world, for sure. But that stability was something Vicki had always wanted.
Trying to date Norms hadn’t worked. Her one foray into a Voider relationship had been squashed by Gran an hour into her date. The few Conduits she’d met wanted nothing to do with a woman who could control them in bed. Not one of them had been strong enough to handle her.
Not like Eric and Dom.
A part of her longed to see the aggravating Ravagers again, though she couldn’t have said why.Couldn’t have said, or don’t want to say?she argued with herself.Oh shut up.
She’d spent three days in this room and now knew it like the back of her hand. Eric had spent the nights with her though Dom had been absent. Apparently, Eric and Dom shared the bedroom, which led to her fantasizing about the pair having sex. Her body overheated, and she hurriedly brokethattrain of thought.
Eric had a king-plus-sized bed, a large closet, several bureaus and an armoire, which held the clothes Logan had packed for her. She wanted to cheer at the bra finally supporting her once more and turned back to her perusal of the room.
Nothing adorned the beige walls. There were no pictures, books, or magazines, and if she had to watch one more episode ofPick the Voideron cable she thought she’d puke. Rummaging through the room, she’d hoped to find something of interest. Unfortunately, the only things she’d found made her blush to think about. The guys had a thing for dildoes.
Her heart raced, her sex quickened, and her nipples rubbed said support with discomfort.No, I am not thinking of sex and Eric, or sex and Dom, or sex with them together.
She cleared her mind and looked in Eric’s closet again.He also had a lot of clothes. Most of them casual. Apparently, the prime didn’t dress like royalty. Hell, none of the Ravagers she’d seen wore anything other than jeans, t-shirts, or sweats. She wished she understood more about them, but with no one to talk to, knowledge of her new “pack” remained out of reach.
As if she’d conjured him, Eric banged on the door and entered, followed by Dom.
Their familiar faces warmed her, but only because she’d been dying for company, she told herself.
Lust filled the room, and she felt as much as saw Eric’s gaze travel over her body. Dom stared at her with hunger before his nostrils flared and his eyes widened.
“Oh hell, you really did it.” Dom crossed the room to stand in front of Vicki. “I smelled it as soon as I stepped into the room.”
She flushed. “Hey, I took a shower.”
Dom grinned. “You smell tasty, honey. Truly. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“I’m fucked.” Eric groaned and shut the door behind him, then leaned back against it. He scowled at Dom. “You did this to me.”
“Now, Prime. I did thisforyou. You should thank me, you know.”
“Thanks, asshole. So tell me how I did it? How did sex turn into…this?”
“Excuse me,” Vicki interrupted, at a loss. “Would someone please explain what the hell you’re talking about?”
Dom answered Eric as if she hadn’t spoken. “Sometimes it just happens. When a connection is as strong as the one I feel between you, betweenus, theguertakes what it needs.”
“So you’re saying myguerdid this?” Eric frowned.
“Yes. In the same way I know things you need before you do. Myguerresponds to yours, and I think yourguerresponded to hers.”
