“Later tonight.Don’t worry.Sly and Joe will come through.Saber wouldn’t have sent them if he didn’t think they could do the job.Are you hungry?I am.”
“I can’t help but worry,” Betrys said.
“Don’t.”Leo rubbed his finger across the spot where he’d bitten her.
It should have hurt, considering his sharp teeth, but each time he touched her there, a spike of sexual heat landing with a sizzling pulsation in her quim.“What are you doing to me?”
“Touching you.”Leo’s lazy satisfaction came through clearly as his gaze drifted across her face to land on the spot he stroked.
The needy heat coalesced low, but this time her stomach rumbled, and he laughed at her heated cheeks.
“But I’d better feed you because you’ll need your strength.”
A sense of breathlessness grabbed her, slapped heat to her cheeks while she stared, unable to summon words to reply.
“That’s a promise,” he said in his husky voice, and he didn’t need to touch her to send messages of lust bolting from head to toe.His heated gaze did that on its own.
The scent puzzled Iseult for the entire day.She ate the food Betrys had ordered for her and dined heartily—better than she’d eaten for eons.Her limbs shook less and although her busy mind hadn’t let her sleep for long, she felt stronger and eager to seek out her next essence donor.
That thought sent her mind back to her timid assistant.She hadn’t behaved as normal.She’s more…confident and assured,Iseult thought with a frown.Since their last meeting, her assistant had found a backbone.
“Hard to imagine a man wanting to fuck her,” Iseult thought aloud.“But at a resort such as this, a man would offer himself… Or maybe she used one of the fantasy rooms and became aroused.Yes, yes.That could have happened, yet her scent is overlaid with another.”
The scent, the memory of it continued to niggle at her.
Iseult poked through her mind and froze when the answer came to her.
Betrys smelled of Pretty.
No.No, that couldn’t be right.Pretty had succumbed to her demands and died after she’d sucked him dry of essence.
Iseult sniffed the air and caught faint tendrils of the scent.She halted to puzzle over the information while she drew the fragrance deep into her lungs.
Betrys and Pretty?
No, impossible.
But Pretty did have brothers who lived here, and her assistant was having sex with one of them or coming in close contact, near enough for their body scents to mingle, when she should be working to contract their services for her.Iseult started to pace, angry stomps as her feet struck the tiles.Thetap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tapof her rapid steps matched the rapid pounding of her heart.
No.No.Betrys hadn’t received that scent from a fantasy room, nor had she received it while brushing past one of Pretty’s kin.No, this scent was deep within her, had seeped into her pores.Plain Betrys was fucking the man meant for her.
She would stop this.
She would halt this now, and Betrys would pay for her double-crossing, deceit.The effrontery.The audacity of the woman.
Oh yes.Betrys Torin would rue her mistake in trying to cheat Iseult Orna.
Chapter Thirteen
“Iseultattack.Iseultpunishnow.”Iseult was halfway to the door before she realized she was in Spiderus form.No, a plan.She needed a strategy.Iseult stewed, she cursed, she scuttled around her bungalow for the rest of the day while she pondered her method of attack.Several scenarios occurred, and she rejected each before coming to a final decision.
The perfect way to gain payback for Betrys’s betrayal.
Iseult stomped over to her communicator.“Head guard,” she demanded.She tapped her two front feet on the tiles in an impatientrat-a-tat-tat.Rat-a-tat-tat.Rat-a-tat-tat.
“Yes, mistress,” the man replied in a prompt and obliging manner.
“I require your services later tonight.Please come to the resort and wait outside the fence until I call.The barrier surrounds the resort, but a Spiderus will have no trouble jumping.”
