AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It was to be expected. It was my own fault for surrendering so easily. I had let myself become enticed again, let one of them trick me into forgetting what I needed to do, why they had locked me down here in the first place.
I straightened my back, lifting my chin, looking down at where I sensed he was as if he was a servant, merely there for my pleasure.
“If you’re quite finished,” I said haughtily, refusing to show even a piece of the woman I had been only moments before.
I felt him turn, heard the cloth in the water once again, but there was nothing from him. His heart still raced, but his breath and movements were steady and slow, nothing to suggest he too had been taken away by that moment.
I cleared my throat. “I believe I deserve some answers regarding this situation.”
“You deserve nothing from me, witch,” Valko growled as he moved away from me, but his tone had lost its usual bite.
“And yet…” I let myself trail off, assuming he had enough intelligence to complete the sentence.
At least I could compose myself enough to hide the pain throbbing through every vein in my body at the loss of his presence within me. My anger renewed, remembering that this was yet another situation of mind games and manipulation. Just because they were wolves did not mean they played any differently than the nobles of my father’s court.
I would not let him win. He did not get to treasure me, then scorn me the moment regret found him. I would not let him use me like this. It did not matter how I was chained. I would still emerge victorious from this battle with them, despite how easily swayed I was at a simple touch.
There was a rustle of heavy fabric, followed by another growl. “Open your mouth,” he said.
I kept my lips closed, my fangs ready. I refused to let him silence me again. If he wanted me gagged like a prisoner after that touch of sweetness, he would have to force me.
He grunted as he grabbed the sides of my jaw, squeezing my mouth open, sending heat twisting to my core. I snarled at him, throwing all the pain that was brewing within me at him.
I sensed a crack, the smallest sliver of lost control, but it felt like a victory. Anger was the way to overcome him then.
I hissed, baring my fangs to prevent him from stuffing the rag into my mouth again. First, his fingers on my lips, then the touch of a cloth on my tongue, then a slight scrape of his knuckles against my fang, drawing a single drop of blood that flared in my mouth and brought a shudder to us both.
Was it intentional? Either way, it was his mistake.
I lifted my head back, following the movement of his hand as he flinched back, snarling.
It was enough to graze the skin of his fingers, drawing in the drops of blood that ran over my tongue, soaking my throat, drawing a sigh from me.
I only needed a drop of his blood to strengthen me. It was such a small amount, yet there was a chance I could fully control him. Which he had rightfully earned after everything he had done to me.
“Don’t do that again,” he growled in warning, but it was too late for threats.
“But I am so hungry, Valko,” I purred, making it obvious I was teasing him again. “Please feed me, just a few more drops.”
The hand returned to my mouth. Only this time, he used his thumb to keep my upper jaw in place, pressing against my teeth to stop my bite. The rough hold fired a new kind of desire inside me.
“I will make you regret this,” I said around his thumb.
And I meant it. Though my situation did not look hopeful, I would find a way. Whether it was through this bond that had formed between us, or by some other means, I would make them pay. Because they let me relish their touch and then threw me in here like I was nothing. And now Valko had tortured me more, my pussy still pulsing with need. The need to feel him inside me.
He ignored me as he pushed, stuffing heavy waves of fabric back past my lips.
I cursed, struggling against him, but his hold was firm. Still, I wanted it to be his cock. I wanted him to fill my mouth so I could taste him, take him, blend more of his essence with mine.
Fillian and Lucian had come inside me, and that was enough for me to begin working on them. Valko was older and powerful; I would need more blood and more opportunities to strengthen the bond.
I could not even glare at him as he stood. He was leaving, and I still had no concrete answers and no clue as to when he would come again.
But, with the smallest taste of blood, I could feel already how I would reach him. Once I was inside their minds and souls, I could find my way to freedom.
I only had to make sure I did not lose myself before it happened.
SEVEN
