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I sent energy to him, trying to wrap myself around him, but still he pushed me away. His animal nature made him more resistant to my charms. It was most likely why he was the one tending to me.
“This is the only way,” he growled. “Now, drink.”
I would not follow orders from him if he would not give me something in return. He held the rim of the cup up to my lips again, but I turned away. I could not tell if it was drugged, and I would refuse everything until they gave me answers. Not ones snarled in the heat of the moment as they took me, but a reasonable conversation.
How long had they been planning this? Did they know about our connection before they took me? Would they really send me back if my father gave in to their demands?
I was itching to draw my fangs and strike him. One taste of his blood and I could find my way around that barrier of his, weaken him as they were weakening me. I had no other pureblooded vampires in my life to teach me these skills, only my maids to train on. These wolves were stronger than the humans and the dark fae that served me.
Surely Valko must feel it too? There was no way that the three of them could be so close to me without their blood singing. It was not simply that my senses were heightened in the presence of these wolves. I felt them in my body. I could feel their emotions, their need, their desire for me.
Even if Valko held himself back, here on the pretence of offering me water, I could sense his restraint. I needed to find a way to push him, get him to snap.
The cup left my lips and I heard it touching the floor. Then came the sound of swirling water, melodic drops bouncing on its surface.
A warm, damp cloth touched the centre of my chest and I flinched in surprise, pulling in a sharp breath as I leaned away from him.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“I have to clean you,” he said simply, as if he wasn’t beginning to circle the cloth on my breastbone, lightly caressing the sides of my breasts.
I snarled, trying to free myself, but my shoulders were already against the wall.
The worst of it was that it was heaven, his simple act of kindness, his skin so close to mine, especially because he stood back when Lucien and Fillian took me earlier. I grimaced, despite my eagerness for him to explore me further. I only hoped the shadows of the dungeon would hide my need.
He drew back and dipped the cloth in the water again.
“Why don’t you let me go?” I asked as he repeatedly swept the cloth over, under and around my breasts, stroking everywhere apart from the place I needed it most. I tensed at each smooth movement of the cloth, following the warm path of it intensely, the dark of the blindfold heightening my awareness. Only layers of cloth separated me from him.
“The creatures of the forest would devour you,” he replied.
“How do you know I wouldn’t devour them first?” I growled.
I was surprised to hear him snort, certain there was a faint smile on his lips. I ended up returning it, pleased that he seemed to have a sense of humour, at least.
Valko wiped the cloth further around my body, and I leaned into his touch. I hated to admit it was for my own pleasure. If this was the most I would receive from him, then I would enjoy it while it was here. Until I freed myself and killed all three of them, naturally.
I did not know if the small brushes from the tips of Valko’s fingers that crept beyond the border of the fabric were accidental, but they drew me to him. Sparks fled along my skin, connecting us, fulfilling the need that had opened inside me when he rejected me earlier.
I reached through the bond to see if I could touch him, but his barriers slammed down the moment he felt me. He became like ice once more. Stone that could not be moved, even with the softest breaths of desire that I tried to hide.
He was wise not to trust me. No matter how deeply I had succumbed to Fillian and Lucien only hours before, or how much I wanted Valko, I would still succeed in escaping. I had to believe that, so I did not lose hope.
He drew the cloth down my arms, goosebumps following as he stroked the backs of my hands. He returned to my neck to carve a line between my breasts and across my belly.
Valko may pretend to be unaffected, yet I could hear his blood, and I knew he was forcing himself to resist - just as much as I was forcing myself not to give in.
He held the cloth still against the curve of my right hip. I could tell he was thinking of his next move. Then the cloth dipped between my thighs as Valko leant forward, too far away to bite. The raw sensation of his closeness stilled me, his rich oak scent covering me.
He dragged the cloth around my waist to my spine, and I heard the quiet rumble from his chest as he caught my pathetic whimper. The heavy chains behind my back bit my wrists as I lifted them, the prospect of Valko’s touch clouding my judgement as I gave him space to reach me. I could feel the steady throb of his hunger grow as he rubbed the curve of my spine, his breaths tight as he pushed the cloth past my tailbone to rub between my cheeks.
“Open your legs,” he said, his voice rough. The slow tension rising between lust coiled inside me, and I was certain he could scent it, as I could with his.
The cloth left my body, followed by peaceful drops of water as he rinsed it in the bowl again.
I leant against the wall, holding back my groan, knowing I would regret this. The chains clinked, and my knees parted as I offered myself to him.
“Are you sure?” I murmured. All I could do now was wait.
