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  The door to the lodge hissed open and they stepped inside hurriedly.

  Molly glanced up from the reception desk and her eyes widened in surprise, her hand stopping as it had begun to rise in a wave.

  “Good evening, Molly,” Brendon hollered, rushing them toward the stairs.

  “Hello, Molly.”

  “Umm…good evening, Brendon. Rebecca…”

  They made their way up the staircase and he cast a sideways glance at Nika. Or was it Rebecca, likely the latter. The colonel had introduced her as Rebecca as well. Gods, it irked him to know she’d lied to him. She didn’t even look like a Rebecca. It was hard to call her such.

  “Are you really named Rebecca?” he asked as she opened her room door.

  Gods, he hated that he’d even brought himself to ask. Again. Hadn’t they had this conversation before?

  She slipped inside the door and, with her back to him, answered. Her voice sounded a bit off as she said, “Yes. I apologize for lying the first night. I often give a man a counterfeit name when we meet.”

  “Often give a man a counterfeit name?” He pressed the button that slid the door shut and his brows drew together. She made it seem as if she picked up men on a regular basis. And yet… “You told me I was your first since Zortou?”

  He watched her back stiffen and she seemed to be thinking hard before answering.

  “Yes. You were the first I slept with. But I have been trying my hand at flirting on occasion.”

  Is that how she’d mastered the cock teasing? Irritation swept through him.

  She turned around and gave him an apologetic smile, closing the distance between them. “I regret not telling you my real name.” Her arms wove around her neck and her lower lip protruded into the most enticing pout. “Can you ever forgive me, Brendon?”

  His cock stirred against her belly, and he pressed his hips forward so she would feel the evidence of his arousal.

  “I’m certain I can be persuaded.”

  Arousal flared in her gaze and she licked her lips, lowering her gaze between them.

  “I’m certain you can,” she murmured and then slid slowly to her knees before him.

  The air hissed out from between his teeth as she fumbled with the fastenings on his uniform. Her brows knit together as she struggled for a moment and then her expression turned smug when the fastening came undone.

  She parted the fabric with her fingers, sliding them inside. A moment later she wrapped her hand around his cock.

  Brendon closed his eyes for a moment, delighting in the feel of her soft fingers stroking his erection free from his pants.

  “You have a beautiful penis,” she murmured. “I wonder what you will feel like in my mouth. How you will taste?”

  “Only one way to find out, love.” He opened his eyes again and smiled down at her.

  Her expression seemed a bit hesitant as if she fought some demons.

  Realization sank in for Brendon. She had likely been forced to do this with her owners.

  “Rebecca, if you do not wish to do this, you do not have to.”

  Though it would nearly kill him not to have her mouth on him. Already his cock craved the silky wet suction of her mouth. Of course he did not admit such.

  “I wish to,” she said with a soft laugh. “And I do believe it is the least I can do after all I put you through in the first couple of days we met.”

  “Right you are, woman. Now then.” He cleared his throat, “If you would go about making your amends.”

  Any tension seemed to leave her body with the quiet laugh she sounded. Then she leaned forward and her tongue flicked over the head of his cock.

  Every muscle in Brendon’s body went taut with the need to have her continue.

  She drew her tongue back into her mouth and closed her eyes, as if savoring the taste of him.

  When her eyes opened again they were hot with desire. Her fingers clenched around him and her head dipped again. This time her lips closed around the tip.

  Her mouth slid onto his cock, so wet and hot. She moved closer to him, her hands clasping his thighs as she slid him deep toward the back of her throat.

  “Gods.” He delved his fingers into her hair and held her loosely as she began to move her mouth on him.

  She covered her teeth with her lips and drew near the tip of his shaft. Brendon let out a guttural groan. The exquisite pressure sent waves of pleasure through him and his sac tightened.

  Her hand slid from his thigh to cup his sac, squeezing lightly as she licked over the length of his cock. Her tongue flicked the head, paying extra attention to the tiny dent on the underside.

  “Nika!” He tightened his hands in her hair, vaguely realizing he’d called her by her fake name but not really caring.

  She took him in her mouth again, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, sucking him hard each time she reached the head.

  Gods. He was going to come. In her pretty little mouth. And heaven help him if he didn’t love the idea.

  His sac tightened in her hand and he jerked his hips forward, plunging himself deep into her throat and letting out a hoarse cry.

  He came hard, everything in his head going bright while he emptied himself in her mouth. She massaged his sac, milking his spend entirely until he was empty and nearly shaking.

  She lifted her head and gave a murmur of satisfaction.

  Brendon opened his eyes again, taking a moment before his gaze could focus on her still kneeling at his feet.

  Gods, she looked a sight. Still fully dressed and running her tongue over swollen lips.

  “Come here,” he whispered and caught her hand, pulling her to her feet.

  She licked her lips and slid her hands up his arms, squeezing his muscles.

  “Take off your dress,” he commanded.

  Wordlessly, she obeyed, sliding the straps off her arms and unfastening the ribbon that was around her rib cage beneath her breasts.

  The dress finally fell free, pooling at her feet. She kicked it to the side and stood nude in front of him. Her alabaster skin glowed in the fading light of the room.

  Gods, she was a vision. He reached down and stroked his cock, which he was surprised to feel already beginning to harden again.

  “Recline on the bed.”

  Nika licked her lips and moved to comply. She climbed onto the mattress and then rolled over onto her back.

  Brendon bit back a groan at the erotic sight she made. Her long legs slightly parted, the pink lips of her pussy glistening between.

  He lifted his gaze higher. Over the concave of her stomach to the gentle swell of her breasts. Her nipples, red and firm, made his mouth water.

  “Now then, love. I believe you said something about being bound?”

  Her breath caught, but she did not protest as he searched her bureau drawers for stockings. He found a pair and pulled them free.

  Walking back around the bed, he kept his gaze on her face, watching for any signs of discomfort. But there was only heated anticipation in her eyes.

  He caught both her wrists and dragged them above her head. Winding one of the stockings around them, he then secured it to the steel frame at the head of the bed.

  She let out a soft moan and tugged at her arms, as if testing to see how well he’d secured them. There was very little give.

  “Lovely,” he murmured.

  Shedding his uniform, he stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed and slid one hand up her leg. Higher and higher still. He pushed her thighs open and fully exposed her decadent pussy.

  The need to taste her was strong. Already he anticipated her cries of pleasure.

  He used his fingers to part the folds of her pussy. Hot cream greeted him and he smiled. Yes, she was anxious for him.

  Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss against her clit and smiled when she drew in a sharp breath. He kissed it again, nuzzling the hidden nub before flicking his tongue out to tease it.

  “Oh.” She let out a soft moan.

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nbsp; Possessiveness moved through him and he growled, lowering his mouth to her again. His tongue swept lower, pressing into her channel to taste her.

  Musky and slick, her cream coated his tongue and he devoured it, eating at her pussy while bringing his thumb up to rub her clit.

  Her hips rose against his mouth and the desperate cries he’d been craving started.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  He rubbed her swollen nub faster, pressed his tongue deeper inside her.

  Her legs began to slide on the bed, her body twisting beneath him. He laid his free hand across her thighs to hold her still.

  Knowing she was close to her peak, he pinched her clit hard and fucked her rapidly with his tongue.

  “Brendon!” Her back arched off the bed and she screamed, her thighs clenching around him.

  While she climaxed, he slid up her body, pushed her legs apart, and plunged into her still-rippling pussy.

  “Gods!” She groaned and tugged at her bound hands, her breasts lifting higher as she squirmed beneath him.

  The weight of his body pressed hers deeper into the mattress, until she could no longer wiggle beneath him.

  She let out a ragged moan and closed her eyes, seeming to surrender any idea of freeing her hands or having control, and instead wrapped her legs about his waist.

  Brendon drew in an uneven breath as he pumped in and out of her sweet pussy. Gods. She was so wet and hot, her body a paradise come to life.

  The rhythm of his thrusts stayed steady as he watched the pleasure flicker on her face.

  Fuck, he wanted her. For more than just a few nights. He wanted her indefinitely.

  He moved harder in her now. Her breasts flattened against him, the nipples scraping his chest.

  When he normally would have been tempted to come, he kept going. Their joining was so sweet. So intense. His primal side took dominance and the need to claim her everywhere.

  He pulled his cock from between her legs and then grabbed her hip, rolling her onto her belly.

  “What—”

  “I want your ass,” he muttered, running his hands over the firm cheeks of her bottom.

  Her hands still restrained above her head, she glanced at him over her shoulder and groaned. “Yes.”

  Her fervent reply surprised him, but was a welcome response as he’d already plunged his fingers inside her to find her cream.

  He brought the slick liquid of her arousal back to the rosebud of her ass and pressed it inside, holding her cheeks apart to expose the smaller hole.

  After penetrating her for a moment with two fingers, he slid a hand beneath her belly to raise her onto her knees.

  With her face and breasts still on the mattress but her ass in the air, he entered her.

  Gripping her hips, he slid his cock into the tight channel of her ass. Gods, he hoped she could take him, even as he worried slightly he might hurt her.

  “Gods,” she gasped. “Yes, Brendon. Take me.”

  Brendon’s nails dug into her hips and he growled, driving himself deep as she screamed in pleasure.

  He moved steadily inside her, the tightness and heat of fucking her here so intense he had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold himself from spending too soon.

  His gaze moved over her. Her mouth now parted in a silent gasp and her eyes were only half open. The combination of the sharp cries she made and her submissive position finally snapped all his control.

  With a growl, he plunged harder into her. Faster. Fucking her ass until his balls tightened and his mind became a blur.

  Reaching blindly beneath her, he found her clit and squeezed it. He wanted to send her tumbling over the edge of pleasure as he finally exploded inside her.

  A few minutes later, he pulled his cock from her body and ran a hand down her trembling thighs.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked softly and brushed a kiss against her lower back.

  “Mmm. Only the good kind of hurt.” She gave a soft laugh and rolled over. Tugging at her wrists she arched a brow. “Though I think I’m losing feeling in my hands.”

  He winced and quickly untied her. “I apologize, love.”

  “No need. That was incredible.” She sat up and caught the back of his head, pulling him forward to nip at his bottom lip. “Only next time, I’ll tie you up.”

  He gave a soft growl and plundered her mouth in a deeper kiss. When he raised his head he muttered, “You have a deal.”

  “Do you have to leave tonight?” she asked softly. “You’re welcome to slumber in my room.”

  Stay over in her room. The idea flickered through his head and gained momentum. He’d stayed last night as well. If he made this a habit, Molly might up and charge her for another person.

  “I’ll stay,” he murmured. “But we have not eaten supper.”

  “It’s late. Do we need it?”

  He leaned down to kiss one pert nipple. “I do, love. How about I bring us something back?”

  She sat up in bed, propping her head up with her elbow. “That sounds lovely.”

  Brendon sought out his uniform and dressed quickly. “I shall return shortly. Don’t miss me too much.”

  “Impossible not to.” She winked and then rolled onto her stomach, waving her ass in his face. “Hurry back.”

  His blood stirred. Again. “I intend to.”

  * * * *

  Molly waited in the lobby of the lodge, leaning against the reception desk as she made conversation with the girl who’d arrived to take her place.

  Annoyance raced through her veins as she glanced again into the restaurant and out the door of the lodge. Where was he? He’d requested a dinner with her and then refused to show? Of all the gall!

  “So what are you plans for this evening?” the girl asked. “Anything exciting?”

  “Apparently not.” Her mouth tightened and she headed toward the door. “If anyone asks for me, I have gone for a walk.”

  “Oh! But I thought…”

  The girl’s words were wiped out as the door hissed open. Molly stepped out into the cool air but welcomed the chill.

  What a fool she was. For a moment today she’d thought…what? What did you think? You made it clear you had no time to dally in a relationship. Perhaps he finally took your words to heart.

  She quickened her pace and started on the trail, the air seething out from between her teeth. Still, he could have at least contacted her to let her know this dinner he’d planned would not happen.

  Footsteps sounded behind her and she spun around, just as the man lurched forward.

  His hand slammed across her mouth, cutting off her cry of fear as he jerked her hard against his rotund body. Red eyes glowed down at her in the darkness of the night and her heart nearly stopped.

  Oh gods!

  Chapter 11

  “Let’s keep it quiet, all right, puss?”

  The stink of his hand sent her stomach rolling and Molly thought quickly of how she could possibly get out of this.

  “I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” he murmured and slid one hand down her backside. His fingers dug into her ass cheek and he smiled, baring two fangs.

  Her head spun with fear, her body shook.

  “I have no wish to hurt you,” he said quickly. “Quite the opposite. I think I could bring you much pleasure.” His gaze moved down to the swell of her breasts. “If you’d only just let me.”

  Never! She narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

  “Do not say no yet, puss.” He released her ass and slid a hand between them to touch her breast. “Does it bring you no pleasure to have my hand upon you?”

  It made her want to vomit! She would have shrieked the words had he not been covering her mouth.

  “I will treat you well. See that you are content.” He lowered his head toward hers. “Let us lift your skirts and have a quick tumble.”

  He reached for the hem of her dress and then his eyes widened as he was jerked backward and away from her.

  The scr
eam that had been trapped escaped past her lips, shrill and laced with terror.

  Brendon slammed his fist into the portly blood drinker, sending him stumbling backward.

  “You’re gone,” he roared. “Get your things and leave this lodge. Now. Before I have you detained for assault, you filth.”

  Molly wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and took another step back from the two men.

  “You cannot evict me,” the other man snarled. “I am a paying customer.”

  Molly lifted her chin. “It matters not. You will leave. Now.”

  “And I will escort you back and ensure you leave.” Brendon’s tone dripped ice.

  “You will regret this. All of you.” The blood drinker let out a snarl and spun away, retreating to the lodge.

  “Thank you,” she said quietly to Brendon before he could follow the man back inside.

  “I’m only sorry I didn’t see you sooner.” He frowned and placed a light hand on her shoulder. “Are you quite all right, Molly?”

  She gave a slight nod, even though she felt as if she might be ill.

  “Where is Emmett?” Brendon asked as they walked back toward the lodge.

  Her mouth tightened. “I haven’t the faintest idea. But the question is a good one.”

  Brendon glanced at her sharply and grunted.

  Once inside the lodge, she glanced around nervously, ill at ease that she might see the blood drinker again.

  “Molly!”

  She turned to the right and saw Emmett exiting the restaurant. His brows drew together as he approached.

  “Where have you been? I apologize I was tardy.”

  “She was being attacked.” Brendon stepped toward his friend. “Watch her while I rid the lodge of the filth who attempted the assault.”

  “What?” Emmett stepped forward, his jaw hardening. “It was that blood drinker again, wasn’t it? I’m going to kill the son of a bitch.”

  Molly placed her hand against his chest before he could move past her.

  “Emmett, please.”

  “Stay with her,” Brendon agreed. “I’ll take care of him.”

  And then he was gone.