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Farren tilted her head farther back, giving him a better
angle for his long, slow strokes. “That’s right. Swallow us down. Take it all.”

The unrelenting command in Farren’s voice triggered
reactions honed through years of slavery. Her body responded to familiar
stimulation, preparing to be used. She was conditioned to surrender, accept,
accommodate while feeling nothing but physical release. There was no right or
wrong, no past or future, just this moment and her need to give and receive
pleasure—if her master allowed her to come. Her pussy softened and melted. Her
nipples beaded and her tongue curled around the head of Farren’s cock, coaxing
the salty-sharp drops that signaled his escalating hunger.

“Harder,” Farren urged. “Suck us deep and slow.”

She tightened her lips and sucked as if she meant to siphon
off his soul. He groaned and arched, driving his cock deep into her throat.
Pleasure rushed through her body in a tingling wave and she shivered. There was
power in submission. There was peace. She didn’t fight her body’s reaction. She
knew this routine too well. Desire was unavoidable for a host. Sex escalated
bloodlust and blood made a host crave sex. This was natural, unavoidable.

Grabbing her head with both hands, Farren thrust to the back
of her mouth and came down her throat. His cock jerked against her tongue and
her pussy clenched in on itself, desperate for a similar pleasure. He pulled
out slowly, trailing his taste across her tongue and then smearing the excess
liquid over her lips.

“Nicely done.” He tucked his cock away and refastened his
pants then reached down and pinched her nipples. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Enough,” Desmond whispered. “Please. She doesn’t deserve
this.”

She didn’t look at Desmond. Even so, she could feel his hot
gaze boring into her.

Caresse? Can you hear me?

She didn’t respond. It was better if he thought she was
unaware. Better, yet less effective. Watching another man possess her body was
obviously not enough to snap his control. Was it time to take the next step?
Could she be that cruel?

Did she have any other choice?

“On your back,” Farren ordered. “Thighs wide. Let your mate
see what an eager slut you really are.”

Struggling with indecision, she pressed the back of her hand
to her lips. They felt swollen and sensitive from the persistent slide of
Farren’s cock. Still, she loved Desmond so deeply she’d willingly use her body
to secure their freedom. That’s all this was. Why should the strategy shame
either of them?

Besides, it was much too late to consider a different
course. This was nothing she hadn’t done before. Lying down on her back, she
parted her thighs and raised her arms overhead. Her body hummed with
anticipation, ready to be filled, needing the fullness of an eager cock.

Farren knelt between her legs and gently stroked her damp
folds. “Such a responsive pussy. Did you share our pleasure while you swallowed
our come or are you still aching?”

Desmond responded with a guttural curse as he jerked within
the guards’ strong arms.

Hope surged through Caresse as Desmond continued to
struggle.
Yes! Fight, my love. Snap out of it and claim what’s yours.
She
kept her gaze fixed on the ceiling but no longer tried to shield her thoughts.
It was all she had left. Hopefully, knowing she was aware would be enough to
snap Desmond out of his stupor.

Farren parted her folds with one hand and lightly pinched
her clit with the other. She squirmed but was still reluctant to object. “Would
you like to be fucked, pretty slut? Perhaps we’ll invite the guards to join us.
Have you ever been taken by more than one man?” Farren squeezed hard enough to
make her cry out and buck against his hurtful fingers.

Emotions rushed into her mind—fury, disappointment and
shame. Unable to fight the impulse any longer, she looked at Desmond and a
harsh sob tore from her throat. Fury contorted his features but the intensity
in his bloodshot eyes was gold, which meant Levari, not Strigo, energy.

Let go, Caresse,
he pleaded.
Retreat so they can’t
hurt you.

The temptation to do just that tugged at her being with
insistent determination. This was not how she’d pictured the scene. But she
couldn’t let this be in vain. She needed her mate, her champion. And there was only
one way to release him.
They won’t let me retreat. They want me to feel
everything.
She infused the thought with fear and desperation then she
turned her face away.

Desmond screamed and the sounds of his struggle intensified.
She heard several muffled curses and the distinct smack of flesh hitting flesh.

Farren shoved two fingers into her core and slowly pumped
his hand. “What do you imagine when Desmond’s inside you? We suspect that it’s
a lot more interesting than just one man.” He sped the movement of his hand as
he turned her face back around and locked gazes with her. “You’re getting
wetter just thinking about all the things we could make you do. This might be
punishment for him, but you’re about to come all over our fingers.”

“Stop it!” she cried, horrified by the truth ringing through
his words. She tried to close her thighs and shove him away, but he was too
fast and strong. In an instant he moved to her side and clasped both her wrists
in one hand. All the while his fingers thrust into her moist passage,
maintaining the simmering heat in her pussy. It felt so good and yet it was so
wrong!

“Your mind might resist your true calling, but your body
understands.” He leaned down and sucked her lower lip into his mouth. She
jerked away so suddenly his fang nicked her lip. Blood trailed across her chin
and along her jaw. “You’re the perfect sex slave. You crave cock,
anyone
’s
cock. You can’t help yourself. You need it as much as you need blood.”

She shook her head, the scent of blood making her fangs pulse
and grow. He was right and she hated him for it. Sexual hunger burned away
every thought but physical fulfillment. Her eyes stung as she rocked her hips,
forcing his fingers deeper. Her inner muscles rippled and heat gathered between
her thighs. The fast shuttle of his fingers and the slap of his knuckles
against her swollen folds had her teetering on the brink of orgasm.

“Not yet.” Farren pulled his fingers out and she yelled,
frantically arching as she tried to recapture his cream-covered hand. Leaving her
sprawled on the floor, Farren pushed to his feet and ambled over to Desmond.
“See how wet she is.” He held his fingers in front of Desmond’s face and
Desmond growled. Cries mixed with his curses and green sparks burst within his
eyes.

Panting and stunned, Caresse sat up, barely able to breathe.
Green meant Strigo energy.

Farren started to turn away then paused, his gaze fixed on
Desmond’s face. Had he seen the green flashes too? Did he understand the
significance? “She’s ready for a cock and she doesn’t care who the cock is
attached to. Has she always been such a whore?”

Before Caresse could respond to the slight, Farren motioned
one of the guards forward. “Roman, would you like to taste our new pet? I know
how you like eating pussy.”

Dread flowed through her, cold and cloying, all but
extinguishing her desire. She glanced at Desmond but his eyes were closed and
his mind was carefully shielded.

“You’ve made your point.” Desmond ground out the words
between clenched teeth as he slowly opened his eyes. There was no hint of green
now. Even the golden glow had receded. “I will not hunt the Vladya bitch unless
you stop this now.”

“You’re in no position to make ultimatums.” Farren stepped
in front of Desmond, blocking him from view. “We can and will do whatever we
want with
our
new pet. That is the point of this demonstration. There is
no ‘me’ or ‘I’ within the Levari Brethren. We share everything equally.”

“Then I have no reason to hunt,” Desmond snapped and sparks
of anger erupted in Caresse’s mind. Desmond wasn’t nearly as calm as he wanted
Farren to believe. “Ensuring her safety was my motivation for cooperating. If
you could find Eloise without me, you wouldn’t have bothered with this
‘demonstration’. You need me and I need Caresse.”

Farren clasped his hands behind his back and rocked on the
balls of his feet as silence overtook the room. They were at an impasse, a
stalemate. Someone would have to back down and she’d never known Desmond to
surrender.

“You have three nights to find Eloise or I’ll continue your mate’s
training.” Farren’s smug tone reinforced her determination to rip out his
throat. “I’ll start in her mouth, then I’ll fuck her pussy and finally I’ll end
in her ass.”

A painful ache erupted deep inside her body as she imagined
each depraved act. She drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms
around her knees then stubbornly suppressed each tantalizing image. For years
she had fought to overcome these longings and in one fell swoop Farren had
unleashed the consuming darkness within her soul.

“I cannot track Eloise without my powers.” Desmond’s voice
was hoarse yet stronger. “Give me the antidote now.”

Antidote? Caresse snatched her blouse off the floor and
pressed it to her breasts as she struggled to her feet. Farren had given
Desmond the paralytic. No wonder Desmond hadn’t fought for her. He’d been
unable to access his Levari powers much less unleash any new ones.

“I suppose you have a point.” Farren motioned to the guards
and they held Desmond while Farren secured a smooth metal band around Desmond’s
wrist.

“What the hell is this?” Desmond snapped.

“A tracking device. It’s programmed with your DNA and locked
on your unique signal. It will materialize right along with you no matter how
many times you turn to mist. If you tamper with it, a poison will be released
into your bloodstream. It kills in minutes so I’d leave it alone. You have two
minutes to say goodbye and then I’ll reactivate your symbionts.”

Desmond rushed to her side as Farren and the guards moved
closer to the door. They obviously had no intention of leaving the room.

Desmond pulled her into his arms and pressed her face into
the hollow of his throat. “I am so sorry.”

Caresse nodded and lowered her gaze, not sure what to say.
Her plan had failed and they’d both suffer for it. If Desmond couldn’t find the
missing captive, all hope was lost.

“I’ll find that Vladya bitch, no matter what it takes. That
bastard will never touch you again.”

He sounded so resolute it made her smile, but fury simmered
in the back of her mind. Desmond tried to kiss her but she turned her face
away. How could he even consider touching her lips after watching Farren fuck
her mouth?

Brushing her hair back from her face, Desmond gazed deep
into her eyes. “Nothing could ever change the way I feel about you. Do you understand
me? Nothing.”

Tears filled her eyes and emotion burned the back of her
throat. This should have worked. If it hadn’t been for the paralytic it would
have worked.

“That’s enough,” Farren urged from near the door. “Desmond
has work to do.”

With obvious reluctance, Desmond crossed the room. He paused
at the door and looked back. “I will return for you.”

A smirk twitched at one corner of Farren’s mouth as he
watched the exchange then took a syringe from Roman and pushed the needle into
the side of Desmond’s neck. “That should do it.”

“How long will it take to work?” Before Farren could answer,
Desmond rolled his shoulders and sighed. “Not long at all.” Golden brilliance
flashed within Desmond’s eyes, but the guards quickly flanked him. Then Farren
opened the door.

“The
only
way you can ensure your mate’s well-being
is to recover the Vladya captive,” Farren stressed.

Desmond allowed himself another lingering look at Caresse
then he released his corporeal form and drifted out into the night.

“How dramatic.” Farren chuckled. He capped the syringe then
tossed it onto a nearby table. “Too bad he couldn’t muster some of that passion
a few minutes ago.”

Caresse shot across the room, blouse forgotten as she caught
Farren’s throat with her hand. She elongated her nails until they drew blood.
“You conniving bastard! You knew all along that Desmond was helpless!”

The amusement shining in his blue eyes only stoked the
flames of her anger. “You went along like a meek little lamb. It was almost as
if you wanted to be humiliated in front of your mate. What did you hope to
accomplish by provoking him like that? You were obviously shocked by his
passivity. What did you expect him to do?”

“I expected him to rip out your fucking throat,” she
sneered.

Before she realized his intent, he caught her arms and spun
her around. She tugged against his hold, kicking back and twisting wildly. She
was about to turn to mist and find Desmond when Farren nipped the side of her
neck. “Stop struggling. With the push of a button I can release the poison in
Desmond’s wristband. Do you want to lose your mate after all you’ve done to
save him?”

“Are threats and intimidation the only tactics you know?”
She jerked against his hands but he held her firmly, arms crossed at the small
of her back.

“We have many strategies. These are just the least
damaging.”

“Let. Go.” She stopped struggling and waited for his grip to
loosen.

“We have a better idea.” Farren’s voice grew low and
sensual. “Orris and Roman watched while you pleasured this body. Now we will
watch while they pleasure yours.”

Her gaze darted toward the guards. Orris rubbed the massive
bulge in the front of his pants, a lascivious smile parting his lips. She shook
her head. “I don’t want—”

“As soon as they make you come, you will return the favor by
whatever means they choose. This is the Levari way. We work together to meet
the needs of everyone within our strain.”