Page 64 of Centaur Bolt

Not good. My stomach clenched.

Two Bellatis dragged in a man. He was older than Finn’s usual victims, with hair going gray. They stopped in the center of the room.

My gut twisted into a knot. Isobel squared up with my hanging form, and her smile widened.

“Finn’s been softening you up,” she said, “but you are stronger than you seem, and I am out of time.”

She paced a circle around the man. “Finn scooped this lucky fellow from the town. With your help, we are going to have a bit of fun with him.”

The man’s eyes widened, and he tried to bolt, but the Bellatis restrained him without any effort at all. A young woman lay strapped to a table—Brock and Finn leered at her. Both were clearly aroused by what was about to happen.

They unbound her, and held her while she tried to struggle.

No.I raised my chin and glared at Isobel as she moved closer to me. I wouldn’t be part of this. I just wouldn’t. However, the Sorceress held her hands out to her sides, her fingers curling as the red light danced amid them. The coven fed her more energy, and the bags of crystals glowed as they sucked the power from them.

I erected my shields, but I already knew I wouldn’t hold against all that power.

Isobel grinned and then grabbed hold of me. She pumped the bloodmagic in.

It penetrated the collar first, before smashing through my fledgling efforts to channel it away. I felt it pierce directly through to the core of me, and then swirl around, enveloping everything in red.

I tried to hold back, but my inner Satyr drank it in greedily. The reek of my pheromones permeated the room so powerfully that it even affected the older man. I saw the denial in his eyes, but what tented his breeches didn’t lie.

Held by Finn and Brock, the young woman moaned, caught in the grip of my scent. Brock slid one hand up beneath her shirt to fondle her breasts while Finn reached between her legs. She both flinched away and pushed into their groping touches.

I fought as hard as I could, trying to go on the offensive, but it was like spitting into a tornado. Isobel’s grin widened as she seized my power and turned toward the two victims.

I was fully aware of everything she did, but had zero control over it. She reached out. “Stand still,” she said, and the young woman went completely rigid.

“Let her go,” Isobel ordered.

They did, but not before Brock pressed the full length of his shaft against her buttocks. The woman trembled, and the scent of her arousal drifted to me. To my disgust, my body responded.

“Strip for them,” Isobel purred. “Slowly.” Isobel wrenched the power from me to compel her victim.

A shudder passed through the woman, but her hands moved to pull off her blouse.

“Slower,” ordered Isobel. “Like you are stripping for your lover.” And she leaned on me until the room reeked of my scent.

The woman inhaled, and her eyes glazed. Brock’s glowed as she peeled off her pants, and then her underwear, until she stood smooth and naked before them.

“Walk to him.” Isobel’s face was rapt, as though she were swept up in lust as well. Brock and Finn watched with a sick gleam in their eyes as the woman walked like a puppet on strings over to the older man. Both had their hands busy between their own legs.

“Kneel,” Isobel commanded, and the woman did so. “Release him.”

My power in Isobel’s hands was just too strong. I saw the woman try to resist, but it was futile. Her hands trembled as she undid the laces of the older man’s trousers.

Isobel leaned into me. “How does it feel, Rafael?” she purred into my ear.

“It’s obscene,” I ground out.

Her eyes flashed. “To have this kind of power, and not use it—that is what is obscene.” She took a step back, and Brock moved to stand behind her. He pulled her against him, and his hands roamed over her body.

Isobel turned her attention to the man. He struggled between the two Bellatis, but they held him without effort. Their eyes, focused on the naked woman, gleamed red as the bloodmagic streamed through them. Their own erections bulged from beneath their hair coverings.

Isobel pulled from me again, and stated, “You want her. She is ready for you.”

“No,” the man protested, but his body clearly didn’t agree. As the laces fell away, he burst free from them.

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