Page 57 of Savage Fire

Another round of assertive grunts and “fuck yeahs’, and the men began to filter out of the room.

Fang reached out, took hold of her chin, and held her place for a hard, deep plundering. His kiss dazed her, dirtied her, and made every cell in her body flare to life.

“Come,mi amor. I still have some time before I have to be anywhere,” Fang whispered against her mouth. “And I need to make you come all over my cock like a good, good girl.”

She shuddered, her pussy pouring slick into her panties.

Without a word, she followed her man from the conference room to his bedroom, where he spent the next hour worshiping the shit out of her.

Day five of captivity….God, her inner whiney bitch was so dramatic.

Still emotionally and mentally reeling from what Fang had shared with her the morning before, Tessa didn’t know what the hell to feel or think. She knew Fang had hang ups that kept him from committing to one woman, but she never, in a million years, considered that it was because he’d been raised by whores, educated in the art of sex, and had attached himself—whether he realized it or not—to six different women. He’d built a Hive. Five women, all living under one room, committed to being at his service whenever he wanted them. While it wasn’t fair to label his Bees as whores, she couldn’t help but see the similarities. He wasn’t exclusive to any one of them, he supported them, housed them, and used them when he wanted sexual release. No, they weren’t whores in the actual definition of the word. They chose that life, they enjoyed that life, and she couldn’t judge them for going in with their eyes wide open. But that couldn’t—wouldn’t—ever be her. Fang had built himself a bordello for one. Himself. And he’d wanted to makeherBee number six.

Collect the whole set, she internally scoffed.

And she couldn’t help but notice that he’d shut her down when the questions turned to what happened after he turned fifteen, after his two years of being sexually victimized by six grown women. He hadn’t said he would circle around to answering her questions, but he had to know it wasn’t the end of their conversation. Whatever it was that he was still hiding…Tessa knew it was something big enough to rip her world to shreds.

Rolling over in Fang’s bed after a night of hard, deep, furious fucking, the first thing Tessa noticed was that her cell phone was sitting on the bedside table, a note on a piece of scrap paper beside it.

Tessa couldn’t be mad at AFK for doing his job, and he’d needed her phone to do it. No, she wasn’t happy that he’d had it for all of yesterday, but she had it back now.

First order of business, call her boss and check in. When she’d first gone into lockdown, Fang had told her he’d called Greg, her supervisor at the LVFD, and told him she was taking a short leave of absence. He hadn’t shared a whole lot with Greg, but since the Raiders and Las Vegas first responders were buddy-buddy, Greg hadn’t put up a fuss. He knew that the Raiders didn’t do anything unless they had to, and when they did do something, it was 100% hardcore.

“Hey Tessa, I’m surprised to hear from you. Are you doin’ okay?” Greg asked, genuine concern in his voice. The man was only just pushing fifty, but he was like a father to most of the people in their unit.

“I’m good, G. Sorry to leave you in the lurch like that, but it really couldn’t be helped,” she offered, pissed that she’d just gotten back to full duty after her knee injury, but was now side-lined again.

“No, don’t worry about it. From what that young man told me, you are in some trouble. I care enough about you, Tessa, that I want you safe. If that means scrambling to cover your shifts and dealing with Tommy’s griping, then I’ll do it.”

Ugh, Tommy.

“Tommy’s being a bitch, huh?” she teased. “Tell him I’ll buy him dinner at La Fiesta Mexicana when I get back.”

Greg chuckled. “That’ll do it. That man is obsessed with their salsa.”

Tessa snorted, the tension in her muscles loosening slightly with the easy conversation. “That he is. Am I missing anything good?” One of the things she loved most about being an EMT for the Las Vegas Fire Department was the awesome stories about the different calls each rig took. There were three rigs at the station where she worked, but the other stations all gossiped back and forth with others, so there was never a lack of good stories. And bad. The bad ones, she ignored.

As he began to answer her, a beep sounded telling her there was another call coming through. Pulling her ear from the phone, she noticed the call was from Heavenly, Wyoming.

Mom?She hadn’t talked to her mom in days, and the fact that she was calling during a time when Jacob would be lurking around concerned Tessa. And after what she’d learned about the men who attacked her, she was on edge.HadJacob found her through her phone call with her mother?

Her heart pounding, she gave an excuse to end the call with Greg, and clicked over to the other line.

“Mom?”

There was a few seconds of silence, then her mother answered, “It’s me, baby. I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Bother me?” she scoffed. “Never. But I have to ask…are you okay?”

“Um…well, I’m here…in town.”

Her body locking tight, Tessa stopped breathing. Her mother was in town? Were those men with her? Dammit! She had to be careful about this. If those men had her mother, she couldn’t let know that she who they were and who sent them. They’d hurt her mother. But, if her mother was alone, she’d need immediate protection.

“Here in town…as in Las Vegas?” she inquired, hoping she hadn’t heard her mother right.

“Y-yes, I hope that’s okay. After we spoke last, I…I needed to see you.”

Tessa slipped from the bed, her legs barely holding her up. She had no idea where she was going, or what she intended to do, she only knew that if her mother really was in Vegas, something serious happened.

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