Lucian laughs. “You may be able to fend off a single vampyre—” his tone makes it clear that he doubts it “—at least one muchsmallerthan you, but?—”
Lucian tips his head toward the shadows where a group of vampyres lurk. Each one of them is stroking his huge bulge, and every single one is staring at me and licking his lips like I’m a tasty meal laid before him.
I realize that I am.
“We’re leaving.” Lifting me into his arms, Zogar addresses Lucian. “I will see you tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 7
Rosomon
Tipping me over his shoulder, Zogar carries me out of the club onto the street. One of his strong arms straps across my lower thighs, and he tucks his other hand between my legs. Held like this, I’m secured against his shoulder but, with each of his heavy, long strides, my upper body rises and falls against his back.
He’s angry.
As we move down the sidewalk, smirking faces turn toward us. Not wanting to see them, I close my eyes and grab onto the fabric of Zogar’s stretchy chemise—he called it a t-shirt—to lessen the bouncing of my upper body. As we continue, his hand between my legs slides, getting closer and closer to my sex.
His fingers encounter my overflowing dampness, and he grunts.
Is he angry that I’m aroused? Or is he angry at Lucian.
Before I can consider those questions, his thumb slips inside me, and I draw a sharp breath. As he strides, his thick thumb slides, creating delicious friction, and I’m not certain whether he’spurposefully moving it, or if it’s just shifting with each strong step. He must be aware it’s inside me.
The details don’t matter. And I no longer care who’s watching us, or what they might think. His thumb is giving me what my body craves, but also increasing my aching need, and I groan against his back.
His thumb exits, quickly replaced by two fingers, able to probe me more deeply. And it removes any question about whether he knew his thumb was inside me.
As Zogar strides down the street, his fingers fuck me—they fuck me vigorously—and if feels so goodI don’t care if he’s doing it out of arousal, to punish me, or to show me who’s boss.
Draped over his shoulder, I moan as his fingers drill me, then he presses his thumb against my button.
Suddenly remembering we’re in public, I squeeze every muscle I can. Do I dare let myself hit a climax out here on the street? Can I avoid it? My body squirms in his tight hold as I try to fight the apex of the mountain I’m climbing.
The air and sounds around us change, and I squint open my eyes. We’ve entered a building. We’ll be alone, soon.
My cunt tightens around his fingers, and mercifully, his thumb releases its pressure on my button.
He carries me into a small box—an elevator cab, I assume—and the moment its doors close, the box starts to rise. Zogar shifts me off his shoulder to hold me facing him, and I sink more deeply onto his fingers. I grab onto his shoulders, trying to control the depth.
I cansee his eyes now, and relief floods me.
He’s angry, but not at me, and he too isveryaroused. I look deeply into the evidence of his lust as his fingers move strongly inside me. His thumb returns to my button, and my body shatters, bucking in his hold and squeezing uncontrollably around his fingers.
My release is beyond intense, and I pull up, tugging against his shoulders and pressing my forehead against his. My insides convulse, and the rest of me can’t decide whether it wants to sink further onto his fingers, or crawl up and over his back to escape pleasure so fierce it hurts.
A high-pitched bell rings. The doors open, and Zogar’s fingers slide out from inside me. Shifting me onto his hip, he strides down a hallway, which haswhat looks like one continuous rug underfoot. He presses a small thin rectangle against a box. A green light shines, and he kicks open the door.
Striding into the space, he sets me down on the back of what looks like a very large piece of thickly padded furniture.
“I need to fuck you.” His voice vibrates inside me, and his need consumes all the air in the room. “Right now!”
I nod.
He cups my face. “To be clear. I need to fuck you, but not to rebuild my powers.”
Unexpected joy spreads inside me. Not only at the meaning of his words, but that he wanted to express them. Zogar wants me. And he wants me to know that he wants me. In his own way, he’s asking my permission.
I nod again, because there is no chance I can speak at this moment.
