Grrr.She showed her teeth. Not here. The asshole meant to embarrass her. Not that all those here would not have experience with Lure-affected humans… except she was not merely fucking human!
Vargr only smiled at her.
Her practices with the Lure yielded her nothing but headaches and now she had Mister Asshole amused. She swung back to the conversation, for Vincent returned.
“We will join you, providing we are equals.”
“Of course you are, sir.” Willow lifted her chin. “What else could you be.” Not a question, a statement, bless Willow’s heart.
Cyn found herself tearing up. What the fuck was this discrimination in the middle of the fucked-up mess this world was in? As if there were not evils enough to screw with anyone; as if simply surviving was not a big enough pain in the ass.
Then it hit her again,the beckoning, and it echoed, plucked at her, and she collapsed to one knee and cursed whatever was there. The floor, the Lure, this despicable weakness. She would not go.She would not.
While she was still cursing at the floor, someone grasped her by the wrist and began to tow her away. “Come.”
Rutger? Vargr? She hadn’t the opportunity to look. Opening her eyes would render her weaker. Easier prey to the Lure. She clung to the shreds of her sanity and went with them, blind.
36
“Hey, Princess, open your eyes.”
That had to be Rutger. She opened her eyes and found it was indeed him, staring down at her, with her backed into a wall of those ancient car bits. Metal things prodded her back.
“This is a little alcove off the way we came in. As private as we can get.”
Someone made a move, a whisper of sound, and she looked sideways. Vargr was here too.
“You?”
“Me. Look, she just needs fucking, so get it over with.” Such hard eyes on a man she’d once thought a friend.
“Not with you here.” She glared, daring him.
“If you’re going to give me blue balls, at least I get to watch.” A sneer crept across his mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking too innocent to let me watch?”
“Hey. Hey.” Rutger held up a hand, palm out. “Isn’t bondmating supposed to mean you like each other?” An incredulous tone lifted the pitch of his last word.
Cyn shifted away from Vargr, trying to ignore the siren call of the Lure and hate this man at the same moment. In a two-by-three-yard space, it was difficult. In one corner, part of the hood of a battered blue car projected from the wall. Above was the far-off concrete ceiling and the pink Lure threads trickling down,drifting…
“No. Bondmating says attraction and bonding, not fuckin’ love, Rutger. I expect loyalty from her and not getting shot. You did not see what she did, close up.”
“Oh, god. Man up.” She bumped her head on the car wall, distracted, then she inched sideways because she needed to get around Rutger to where the exit lay.
“Wait. No wandering.” Rutger trapped her wrist and hauled her to him, kissed her neck. “No, I didn’t see that, Vargr. True. But this is not the time. We do this or I do this. That you two hate each other is cute, because I know it won’t last.”
She glowered at her enemy from Rutger’s embrace, warming to his caresses, almost shamed that she did. Except the Lure reminded her of why this had to be.
“You good?” he whispered, undoing the buttons of her shirt.
“Fuck. Yes,” she murmured, watching him fumble, revealing more of her breasts. He easily tore her bra down the center—a move that almost had her cursing him—then he popped the rest of the buttons.
Vargr was eyeing her body.
If he was staying, fuck him. She stuck out her tongue and gave him the finger, then squeaked as Rutger bit beneath her nipple. He hung on.
“Ouch,” she hissed. “Heyyy.”
“No teasing him.” He slid his big hand up her thigh, and then… pulled at the pants zip while his teeth tugged, here and there, at her skin, slowly moving down to where she really needed that mouth. Her own mouth fell open in awe at the blossoming lust rising, at her memories of that spiked cock of his… Would it matter if she drooled?
