Taboo Kisses(47)

“Don’t go soft, Gabriel.” The vampyr squeezed his thigh, his grip so slight it was obvious his strength waned. Panic clogged Gabriel’s chest with a hard knot, but Maximus continued to talk. “The monsters in us need to take her that way to make her ours. She needs to know what it’s like, to determine if it’s something she can handle.” A weary sigh rattled from his mate’s lungs and Gabriel resisted embracing him tighter, as if that’d dampen the danger of the wormwood. “We both know not all women are capable of accepting our demands in the bedroom without the double penetration. Sameya seemed to handle us fine. Better than fine. That woman gives as good as she takes.”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” He trailed his fingertips over Maximus’s cool brow. His lowering body temperature a bad symptom. “She was scared of us in the beginning.”

“I wouldn’t have classified her as scared.” Maximus licked parched lips that were cracking as Gabriel watched. His long-time mate was losing strength faster than he’d like. “She was determined to remain alone and have nothing to do with us. But scared….”

“She was scared, Maximus. We forced ourselves on her.” Yet he felt no regret about that. Probably because coercing a mate was a common denominator among the mystics and shifters.

“She was frightened that we’re her mates, but not afraid of us.”

Gabriel nodded. Maximus spoke true. Sure of her capabilities, Sameya was too arrogant to be fearful of anyone. Which brought to mind the predicament they were in. “We didn’t even protect her when she’s at her weakest, why would she remain with us? I wouldn’t.”

“I…don’t know. We can hire security and get Kat’s coven to drench the house in wards.”

“If Kat’s alive.” Gabriel grimaced over those words. To give the thought life unsettled him.

“Before we can worry about any of that, we have to get out of here.” Maximus’s eyelids drooped, and his mouth sagged to one side.

“You okay?” Gabriel nudged his shoulder.

“Feel wi—wa—weird.” His vampyr smacked his lips. “Tung…pheel…phat.”

Tongue feel fat, Gabriel interpreted Maximus’s slurred words. At least that’s what he thought he said.

Maximus went into a very real grand-mal seizure, eyes rolling into his head, foaming at the mouth and his entire body jerking.

Gabriel went feral, his cat roaring their grief.



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Sameya’s head pounded like a heavy metal drummer resided within. Throat dry, ears ringing, and eyes scratchy, she blinked several times before finally elevating her eyelids enough to peer about. The over bright room caused her to cringe and made her head hurt worse.

Where the hell was she?

“Thank the Blessed Mother you’re okay.”

She turned her head in the direction of the voice. A tall woman with long brown hair, and teal eyes stared at her. She seemed familiar in an irritating sort of way. They weren’t friends, Sameya knew that much.

“How does your head feel?”

Sameya caught the woman’s wrist before her fingers could graze her forehead.

Kat. She recalled the other woman now. Maximus and Gabriel’s witch. The one who’d collared her.

“I don’t like to be touched.” Frowning at the iron cuff on her wrist, she released Kat and lifted her other arm. Another one on the other wrist, both etched with Atlantian magical symbols. Memories scrambled back into her head so fast she grimaced at the sudden ambush. She had no idea who her attacker was, but there was one thing she was very certain of…he was a fool to come after her, even if he had executed his attack brilliantly.

He will pay. Once I find him.

Rolling to her side, she sat and scooted to the edge of the bed. Still naked with the dildo in her ass and vibrating, she should’ve been embarrassed, but instead fury clambered along her spine. She’d locate the nearest bathroom or closet and shut off the sex-toy, but weirdly she preferred one of her men remove the gadget.

My men? I’ve officially lost my mind. They’re not my men. She threw her legs over the side of the mattress. She really should remove the object rather than save the honors for Gabriel or Maximus. Survival was priority number one, and she had no clue if she could walk with the toy stuffed up her ass.

“Take it slow. You’ve been out for an entire day.”

Sameya looked over her shoulder at the other woman. Seriously? In what universe had she been thrown where a witch mothered her?

However, the solemn lines etched onto Kat’s forehead suggested her concern was sincere. That fretfulness was a novelty in Sameya’s world where no one worried about her. Ever. Unless they feared she planned to reap them.