Page 122 of Master of My Heart

His tempo increased and he slammed against her. He cursed a moment later as his cum shot into her body, stinging the open wounds of her channel.

Ding.

Sabrina didn’t move. Neil slapped her ass until she remembered she was supposed to read the screen.

“‘Let her see the blood flow.’”

Neil moved and she saw herself on the screen, thighs trembling and blood trickling from her body. The clamps were still on her clit hood, although she didn’t even feel them anymore.

Ding. “‘Destroy her pussy.’”

She heard Neil laugh softly as he picked up a flogger with rivets attached to the ends. Her mind finally separated from her body and she watched blankly as Neil ripped her body to shreds.

When a warmth suddenly spread through her, she mentally screamed out a single word.

Chase!

*****

Chase sat up straight in the darkness. He looked around wildly as he struggled to breathe, sweat running down his back. He could have sworn he heard Sabrina’s voice. He rolled off his bed, yanked on his jeans, and hurried into the living room. It was mid-day. Richard and Tom sat on the couch, talking quietly, but looked up when they saw him.

“I heard her!” he exclaimed, eyes wide and bare chest heaving.

The two men frowned in confusion as he hurried to them. “What are you talking about?” Richard asked, glancing at Tom.

“She—” He shredded his hands through his hair. “She called to me. She called my name.” He didn’t know how he knew this. He just knew, in his heart, that it was true. He dropped to his knees in front of the two men and held his hands out from his sides, palms up. “Read me. Read my mind.” Only having a vague understanding of that particular ability of Elders, he knew they were somehow able to look into minds and see things that normally remained hidden.

“Chase, it was probably just a dream—” Richard began, but Tom stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Come here,” Tom said, his blue eyes kind and hopeful as he looked at Richard. “It doesn’t hurt to try.”

Richard sighed and nodded. Chase moved closer to the two men and leaned forward to rest his palms on the couch. They placed their hands on his head.

He heard Sabrina’s voice again. A tortured voice, screaming out his name. “She needs me,” he groaned.

“I know, Chase,” Richard said, patting his hand. “Shh.”

He closed his eyes as he felt them probing his mind.

“She’s... close,” Tom said softly. Chase gasped as he felt a prick in his mind. Then Tom sighed. “I can’t pinpoint her location, though.”

When the men removed their hands, Chase opened his eyes and sat back on his heels, looking desperately at Tom. “What do you mean?”

He tilted his head. “She reached out to you. Somehow, you two have a sort of bond, though not anything I’ve seen before. But she can connect to you. I can see it, but I can’t connect and see where she is.” He frowned. “I’m sorry, Chase.”

“What about Theo? Could he?”

“Maybe. If he’s willing.”

A flash of light blinded them for a moment and Chase twisted his torso to see the tall Immortal walking toward them, the Immortal glow fading as he approached. His long blond hair was pulled back into a tail, his piercing blue eyes studying the men with an intensity that normally made Chase cringe. But at this moment, he wanted his mind to be open to him.

“Theo!” Chase turned on his knees and looked up. “I heard her. Can you find her?”

“I felt it, too, Chase,” Theo said, his voice low and calm. “It is why I came. She reached out to you.” He gave a bemused smile. “She is a powerful creature to do such a thing. It also means she cares a great deal for you.”

“It does?” Chase stared. “I thought she hated me.”

Theo shook his head. “Not in the least. She is scared. Very scared, but in her subconscious, she knows you can be trusted. A demi-Immortal, in desperate times, will mentally reach out to someone she knows will help.” Theo knelt and placed his hand on Chase’s shoulder. “Let me help you find her.”

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