Therian Prize(28)

“My name is not important,” Zophiel began. “I am, or rather was, the person commanding Roberto.”

Ah, Roberto. The handsome Italian had been wonderfully entertaining. He’d fancied himself a sexual connoisseur, so she’d used much of their brief time together showing him just how little he knew about pleasure—and pain. His body might have been the ideal of human masculinity but his mind had been weak. Just like Sean, Roberto burned out much too fast.

She heard the rapid tattoo of high heels against a hard surface. Was Tias rushing away from curious ears or rushing toward assistance?

“What did you do to Roberto? How did you… What sort of conditioning resulted in his obedience? I’d never seen anything like it.” Zophiel nearly laughed. Tias’ heartless curiosity made her even more convinced they would make wonderful partners. Tias was rumored to be ruthless and highly intelligent, qualities Zophiel appreciated. “Did you ‘command’ him to shoot himself?”

Sean eased back and held her open with his thumbs. Then he attacked her clit directly, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub. Sensations pulsed deep into her abdomen, pleasant yet predictable. She rolled her hips and fought back a moan then dispersed the spasms before they could fully form.

“It’s an inherent ability, nothing that can be taught.” Sean repositioned his head and Zophiel smiled. He was nothing if not persistent. “And yes, I compelled him to end his own life.”

Sean paused, his horrified gaze darting to hers. She rocked her hips and motioned downward with her gaze, refocusing his attention on the wager.

“What do you want with me?” Tias sounded suspicious rather than frightened. If Zophiel’s information was accurate, it would take more than one conversation to motivate the shrewd human. “I still have a partner. I don’t need another.” Impatience made her melodious tone sharp.

Sean slipped two fingers into Zophiel’s passage, sliding them in and out as he sucked on her clit. The combination was more stimulating than Zophiel had anticipated. She clenched her ass cheeks and twisted away but he stubbornly followed.

“I wasn’t asking,” Zophiel snapped as she frantically unwound the rapidly building sensations. Damn, that was close. “I am your new partner. You can either cooperate with me or I’ll take control of you as I did Roberto.”

“What about Milliner?” Each tight syllable revealed her agitation. “He’s been trigger-happy ever since Roberto’s death.”

“Milliner has been trigger-happy a lot longer than that.”

Sean lifted his mouth long enough to drag Zophiel downward. Once she lay flat on her back, he spread her legs wide and covered her sex with his open mouth. His tongue drilled into her core as his upper lip massaged her clit. She helplessly arched to meet him. Hell’s fire, that felt good. Her inner walls clenched and an orgasm rushed ever closer.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

The irritation in the human’s voice allowed Zophiel to push back her climax, barely. Sean was really good at this. If she rationed his energy, taking less at each feeding, she might be able to increase the lifespan of her new toy. “Our interaction is all you need to worry about right now. Leave Milliner to me.”

“That didn’t work out so well for Roberto,” Tias stressed.

Sean must have realized she’d fought off the spasms. His lips closed around her clit again and he thrust three fingers into her pussy. He was doing everything right and with remarkable skill. She could have come at least three times by now if she wasn’t suppressing the sensations. She definitely needed to find better ways of motivating him to perform. Compulsion forced him to find relief from his raging desire but he lost all finesse. This was so much better.

Shaking away the distraction, she told Tias, “We’ll work around the general, for now.”

“What is your interest in my project?”

“My project”? Did Milliner realize Tias considered the project hers? Interesting. “I’ve been studying Therians longer than you’ve been alive. Your project simply has resources I need to access.”

“You’re one of them, aren’t you? Is that how you were able to control Roberto?”

“We’re not talking about me.” She planted her feet against the bed and rocked her hips, driving Sean’s fingers deep into her body. “I’ll send you a disposable phone.” She tightened her inner muscles, relishing the fullness and the sensual slide.

“What will our correspondence entail? What do you expect me to do for you?”

Zophiel smiled. She was so close. All she’d have to do is let go and her orgasm would blast through her. She reached down between her thighs and tugged on his hair. He looked up without releasing her clit. “You’ll do anything I ask of you.” She looked deep into his eyes and smiled triumphantly. “I’ll be in touch.” She ended the call and pulled the earpiece out of her ear. “Not even close, you poor dear.”