Page 35 of Seized to Sacrifice
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Elle
Elle watchedthe Beast leave and shuddered in the aftermath of the pleasure he’d given her.
Who was he?Whatwas he? His appearance had startled her. His black skin was unlike anything she’d ever seen, covered in tiny scales that shone in the light. Each one had looked sharp enough to cut her and yet they were soft as goose down to touch. Everything about him had screamed that he was a predator from his sharp, black claws and precise movements to the fangs that she’d noticed in his mouth and even the cock between his legs had been a terrifying, thick, curved thing, barbed and ridged.
And yet his kind words, the things he'd done!
She’d not been afraid of him, not really. He’d felt familiar … likehome. Tears prickled her eyes at the thought. What could that mean?
She dozed in Nyx’s bed, thinking of the Beast. It was as if she already knew him somehow.
The door opened and she opened her eyes, expecting Nyx, but it was Ryder who strode in, making her stomach twist.
‘I'm looking for N—’
He froze and sniffed, staring at her with an expression of shocked surprise on his face.
‘Bit early to be abed,’ he said with a smirk, his eyes falling on the chemise that the Beast had left on the bed.
Rye smelled the air again and gave a low groan.
‘What have you been doing in here?’
Her heart hammered in her chest as she looked at him in trepidation. The Beast had told her not to tell them he'd been here, but if Rye already knew just by the scent …
‘Have you been touching yourself, Elle?’
She looked at him and her confusion must have been evident on her face.
‘Have you been pleasuring yourself?’ he elaborated.
‘I … N-no!’ she sputtered, eyes widening in shock at his words.
He came closer and suddenly whipped the blanket from the bed and she gasped, hiding her naked body from him as best she could.
His eyes roamed brazenly over what she couldn’t cover.
‘No need to lie, girl. Who were you thinking of? Your great, big protector? Or was it Thorne? Did you imagine him taking you in this very bed … maybe as Nyx and I watch?’
Her eyes widened further, but her nethers clenched at the image.
He moved around the bed, observing her as if she were an object on display for him. ‘Or was it me you were fantasizing about? Tell me, what was I doing to you in your mind to cause you to make such a …’ he inhaled deeply, ‘sweet, sweet fragrance?’
‘N-nothing,’ she stammered.
Between her legs pulsed and she knew her cheeks were crimson.
‘Nothing?’ He grinned darkly. ‘Then why do you continue to make it?’
Elle made to scramble from the bed, but he caught her, hauled her back, and threw himself over her, straddling her and pinning her wrists to the bed when she tried to strike him.
A memory of Eruk doing the same on the storeroom floor made her freeze and when Ryder noticed, he swore softly, correctly assuming that he wasn’t the one really causing her distress.
'He's dead,' Rye murmured, softly, though he didn’t let her go. 'You stopped him from hurting you. If you truly want me to stop, you could do the same to me.' He gave a small, mirthless chuckle. ‘I just won’t stay dead.’
He stared into her eyes as his lips descended close to hers.
