Taboo Kisses(18)

Drawing herself straight, she glared at the shifter. “Can’t want what I’ve never had.”

“And yet you desire both of us.” Maximus’s snarky grin made her bristle.

Did he work at being irritating or was it a natural talent? “Arrogance isn’t attractive. I desire both of you as much as I enjoy being collared.” She glowered at Maximus.

From the corner of her eye, she caught Gabriel shake his head. “Foolish, hardheaded siren. You have no clue of what you speak.”

Sameya snorted. “I know there is more to life than fleeting moments of trivial hedonism.”

Gabriel snatched her out of Maximus’s grasp. His hand palmed her nape, his fingers massaging her flesh. She stiffened at the skin-to-skin contact. His touch did not elicit a response from her.

The tiger’s other arm circled her waist and he pulled her flush against his chest. “You’ll learn something about me, Sameya. I have zero tolerance for bullshit.”

“I have zero tolerance for enslavement.”

Maximus chuckled. “She’ll be a joy to tame.”

“Fuck you, MadMax.” She wrenched Gabriel’s head down with her hands and kissed him, suffusing her siren song into him.

“Okay,” Maximus said from behind her, sounding a tad surprised by her aggression.

Gabriel jerked at the first thrust of her magic, stiffened, his hands clenching on her hips. He fought the spell, but he was no match. The image of him holding her down by her hips as he thrust his cock into her slashed through her mind…his thoughts migrating to her conscious. What a naughty boy he would be in the sack. Shoving the wicked fantasy aside, she concentrated on giving him a piece of herself and enthralling him to become hers. The moment her magic locked on, all tension left his body.

Sameya drew away from his lips, not lingering on how good they’d felt pressed to hers. She whispered against his ear. “Kill the vampyr the moment I shut the bedroom door behind me.”

The shifter nipped her earlobe. “As you wish, mistress.”

Smiling, she stepped out of his reach and strolled toward the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The haughty vampyr. Too bad she wouldn’t be present to witness his death at the hands of his lover, otherwise she’d gloat her ass off.

“To cool off with a drink. That is allowed, right, master?”

“You’re not allowed to leave the premises without my express consent.”

Sameya flicked him the finger as she shut the door behind her. A roar emerged the moment the lock engaged. She giggled as crashing glass and a curse from the vampyr sounded from the room.

“I win.” As always I win. She was a master at the games immortals played.

She reclined against the door to listen to the conflict within. The vampyr held no chance of escaping the shifter. Being lovers, Maximus would try to not harm Gabriel any more than necessary. Because of his inability to injure his mate, the vampyr would fail, and the shifter would win. That equated to victory for Sameya.

There for a brief moment, she’d contemplated going along with their game. What harm would it have caused? None really. She would’ve gotten laid, been disappointed when the sex sucked—as it always did…that wasn’t likely to change after over fifty thousand years—and then she would’ve been on her merry way after she gloated over not being their mate. The ‘told you so’ would’ve been sweet. There was one problem with that…she ran her finger along the collar. No one subjugated her without repercussions.

With a tilt of her head and a grim smile, she tapped the jewels. In no time at all, this trinket would be useless. The witch’s magic infused into the choker gave Sameya a direct link to that particular creature. That one was near. Very close, indeed.

Keeping the shifter was tempting. He’d been receptive of her siren song. Easy pickings. They made the best pets.

But first things first…the witch responsible for this fuck-up. The streamers of magic painting the air would lead her straight to her quarry. Sameya stepped away from the door, her stride determined.



Chapter Eight



The home of her captors could be classified as a mansion it was so huge. Having no intention of staying beyond the next five minutes, she ignored the obviously male décor and made a beeline straight for the sorceress.

Sameya found the witch in a room full of entertainment…televisions, billiards, darts, eighties arcade-style games, along with a fully stocked bar by her guess. The enchantress felt young, not more than three or four centuries old. An adolescent in paranormal years, but the power coming off her—she’d be extremely powerful in another century, which would make her an invaluable pet when Sameya could wield the other woman’s magical clout for her own benefit.