Page 35 of Whispers of the Dead

“How?”

“By making you feel better. The only way I can right now.” I squeeze her hip again and let my lips graze her ear. “Do you trust me, golden girl?”

She hesitates, but only for a second before she nods. “Yes.”

A slow smile tugs at my lips. “Good.” I press my lips to the soft skin of her exposed neck. “Let me know when it’s too much.”

One hand squeezes her hip, while the other slides the strap of her thin white tank top down her arm. I gently press her against the bars so I can kiss down her neck and along her shoulder. Her body relaxes under my touch, and my hand on her hip slides to her front, where my thumb rubs along the sliver of skin above the waistband of her short blue shorts.

“You’re so beautiful, golden girl.” My hand slides down her arm until it rests over her hand where I interlock our fingers. She lets out a small gasp when my other hand slips beneath her waistband, and I kiss her shoulder. “So beautiful.”

“Benjamin,” she says, her breath hitching when I run my finger through her folds.

“What is it, golden girl?”

She doesn’t answer, but her breath picks up when I slide a finger inside of her and she lets out a small moan that goes straight to my dick.

“So wet for me,” I whisper, adding a second finger and beginning a slow, pumping rhythm.

She turns her head toward me until her mouth is close enough for me to claim. I kiss her, silencing her moans. I slide my tongue into her perfect mouth.

When she sighs, I pull my head away. “Look back over at Damon.”

Her eyes flutter. “I can’t see him. I can’t see anyone.”

“He can see you. Let him see how beautiful you are when I make you fall apart.” I pump my fingers in and out of her, punctuating my words with a palm against her clit that makes her gasp and shudder.

She turns her head to look back at the darkness of Damon’s cell. We can’t see him, but I know he’s watching.

I quicken my pace. I can hardly see her face, but I can see the way her mouth slacks open, and feel the way her hips buck against my palm. Her fingers squeeze mine, and her other hand slides to the bar behind her, fingers curling around the metal, her knuckles white.

She moans, the single most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my life. “Let go, golden girl. Relax. I’ve got you.”

“Benjamin,” she whispers, her head falling back against the bars.

Her body writhes in my arms, her hips rolling in time to my fingers.

“Say my name again, Zoey. Say all our names.”

Her breaths come out in pants. Such beautiful pants. “Benjamin.” I bite her shoulder. “Damon.” I lick away the sting. “Cole.”

My dick strains so hard against my pants, I half expect it to bust through the bars itself. I tilt my head down again so I can kiss her shoulder.

“Beautiful,” I say, pressing my hips between the bars so my erection presses against her ass.

Her nails dig into my hand where she’s gripping me, andI imagine her nails scraping down my back. I curl my fingers inside her and she comes on my hand with a cry of pleasure.

Once she comes down from her high and her legs wobble, I slide my hand out of her pants and band my arm around her middle. It’s a little awkward because of these damn bars, but I finally lower her to the floor while maneuvering my arms around the bars. Then I take pleasure in enjoying my meal by licking my fingers.

Someone grunts, and I look in the direction of Cole’s cell to see a glass half-filled with water appear in the dim light of the corridor, being pushed our way by the knife. “It’s from earlier, non-drugged.”

Perfect.

Grabbing my empty tray, I push it through the bars and strain my arm until the tray can reach the glass. With slow and careful movements, I guide it closer to Zoey’s cell, then return to her. “Hey, I know you’re exhausted, and I’m not at all sorry about that, but there’s a glass of water for you in front of your cell. I wasn’t able to get it any closer on account of how fucking awkward it was to move, but it’s the rest of Cole’s water from earlier. There aren’t any drugs in it, so it’s safe to drink. I think you need it more than anyone right now.”

Her lips turn up in a smile and she retrieves the water, drinking half of what’s left before looking around. “You guys should have the rest.”

“Drink,” Damon demands, his voice strained.

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