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“It will hurt more if I give you another.” The touch of his fingers gentle, he cupped her cheek to bring Devin’s watery gaze up to his. “I do not wish you more pain. I can make it so much better if you let me.”
“You can’t. I…”
“What? You love him?” His smile was a treacherous thing. Full of tender concern as he leaned close enough his lips hovered over hers. “Does he love you?”
“Yes,” Devin whined, but she couldn’t move. Sucked into the decadent pitch of his purr, it caught and held her as firmly as the ropes.
“I am sure he says this to you, but does he really?” His lips touched hers as he spoke, kissing her with the brutal harshness of his crooning words. “Letting the other one hurt you, sell you. He allowed that one a place in the sacred space of your nest. Tell me, little one, how could he love something he so easily gave away, hm?”
“No, it… It’s not…”
Devin sobbed when he pressed their lips together. Wept as he slipped his tongue past her failing defenses. Tumbling through the sticky waves of scalding heat, she lost the fight for a handful of seconds. Long enough that when he pulled away with a satisfied rumble, she’d missed her chance. Out of reach of the sharp edge of her teeth before she snapped them shut hard enough her jaw ached.
Skin too tight, an inferno blazing just beneath the surface, Devin didn’t know what she screamed for.
Shaking his head, Morozov slipped back into the shadows to wait with endless patience for her to lose the war.
Hours seemed to pass, her body shutting down one system at a time. She threw up the water he forced down her throat. Nerves frayed, misaligned, so she didn’t even feel the grating rasp of the ropes burning through her skin. Slick flowed from between the erratic clenching of her thighs as he offered her vicious growls and thunderous calls from too far away.
Yet each time he drew near enough to touch her, Devin lashed out. Tried to bite, thrashing her head to strike him. Inflicting far more damage to herself than she could have ever given him.
Even his midnight dark purr had stopped its evil work.
“Do it! Give her another shot,” Giacomo snarled, slamming the side of his fist against the metal door where he lurked. “We’re running out of time.”
Morozov growled deep in his chest, but he pulled the small case from the inner pocket of his jacket all the same. Sliding another syringe free, he came towards Devin. Her laughter was hysterical, edging into the insane, the blaze of deep blue eyes daring him to try it. If he got close enough to slide the needle into her thigh, he’d be within her reach, too.
With his lips curling into a smile, he proved just how evil he was. Calling to her on a savage roar, the bone deep rumble thundered through her until Devin groaned. She collapsed into the too tight grip of her bonds to whine and squirm as a rush of slick answered him. The hungry ache exploded through the cradle of her hips as he stabbed the needle deep into her thigh.
Her wild keens and ragged moans spiraled towards the pock marked ceiling. Writhing as far as the bonds would let her, Devin’s legs trembled with the strain of trying to close them around the terrible emptiness.
A minute passed, and then another. Morozov’s fingers trailed over her shoulder, setting her skin on fire. The caress of his palm over the soft slope ignited a wildfire through her chest.
Devin’s cries fractured around the edges. Crumpling in on themselves until she sobbed with every careful touch. Back bowing under the gentle rumble of his next call, she arched towards the glorious sound.
She was sure her heart would explode. The intense heat lashed it into a frenzied rhythm. Battering the delicate cage of her ribs, attempting to break free. Head falling back as the huge male mouthed the column of her throat, Devin dragged in a faltering breath.
A roar built at the base of her skull. Savage. Wild. It crammed inside her head, battering her from the inside out. Crushing her beneath with the intoxicating thrill of it.
Her hands were loose now. Grabbing at fine cloth, ripping the smooth sheen of it away from rippling muscle. Baring wide expanses of flesh for her mouth, her tongue lapping at the malevolent taste of winter.
“Yes, little one,” Morozov husked, cradling the back of Devin’s head as he guided her up his body. His hands delved between her thighs from behind, lifting her, spreading Devin wide around his huge body. He rumbled his praise as she wound her limbs tight around him.
“Daniel,” she purred between delicate nips to his collarbone.
He tasted all wrong, but she wanted him so much. Needed to tell him she loved him in that moment. Unable to give words to the incredible pressure building beneath her lungs. Circling her hips, she painted his stomach with her slick, marking him with her scent. A testament to her desire for her mate.
“You’ll scream my name when I give you my knot, little one. Alexei, you remember that, hmm?”
That was wrong, too. Everything was wrong. He didn’t touch her the way she liked, didn’t curl his fingers through her hair the way he always did. Devin’s chest heaved, taking in the bitter chill of winter and dark things, not a single hint of tart sweetness.
“No,” Devin wailed, pushing at the broad shoulders, wriggling in the tight grip. She didn’t want these rough hands, the throbbing shaft they rocked her against not what she craved.
“Yes,” the male snarled as her back met flat, cold metal.
“Who gives a shit what she calls you, get it done!”
Devin shrieked and clawed at the one laying his weight on top of her as the other voice came too close. The scents of other men sifted through the bleary haze. Too many of them. Devin kicked and scratched, biting at what she could in her attempts to get away.
