Page 37 of Seized to Sacrifice
Rye followed soon after, making a grunt though the pleasure on his face warranted a roar at the very least. He recovered more quickly than she did, putting himself away. A sneer was already on his face as he looked down at her.
‘There’s the wanton bitch I remember.’ He chuckled callously. ‘The one who’d do anything for a good, hard fuck, even hurt the men she said she loved. Now I remember why we were glad to be rid of you and your faithless cunt. My thanks for the reminder.’
Nyx’s eyes flew to her face, and he clenched his jaw. He shouldn't feel sorry for her, but all he wanted to do was go to her, comfort her. Instead, he turned away along with Thorne.
‘That cunt calls himself our Brother,’ Thorne snarled.
Rye came out into the corridor, looking smug, and Thorne pushed him hard in the chest.
Rye shoved him back with a snarl of his own.
‘After everything we talked about this very day,’ he ground out, ‘and you succumb so quickly to her wiles?’
Nyx couldn’t help but noticed how his Brother’s body shook in his anger.
Thorne turned away and ran a hand through his black hair, pulling at the strands. ‘Fuck!’
‘Brother,’ Nyx murmured, ‘go and calm yourself.’
He gave him a meaningful look, but Thorne shook his head.
‘No. No more of this.’ He looked at Rye. ‘You tell us one thing and do another. You brought her here to punish her and now …’ He looked at the door that Ryder had closed on his way out.
Thorne shook his head at Rye, betrayal and hurt in his eyes.
‘Whatever you're thinking,’ Rye drawled, ‘I did notsuccumb to any wiles. I was merely playing her game … and winning. I’ve done more in that room just now to avenge us than either of you have in the past week.’ He snorted and strolled down the hall.
‘Cunt!’ Thorne hissed again and stomped to his chamber, slamming the door and leaving Nyx standing outside his own.
Nyx seethed. Was he to pick up the pieces again? With a sigh, he walked into his room quietly.
She was lying in his bed. She hadn't covered herself. There was blood on the coverlet which gave Nyx pause. She was nowhere near virginal but then he realized, and he could have kicked himself. Of course she was. Her human body was new. This first time would have hurt her the same as it would any human girl and it didn't look as if Rye had been particularly sensitive to her needs.
He pulled the cord on the wall to call for a servant, something he rarely did.
A few moments later, there was a knock on his door. At least they were quick, he thought, as he answered it.
‘Prepare a bath in my chamber.’
The maid in front of him whose name he’d never bothered to learn nodded her head.
He closed the door again and, back in his bedroom, she still lay on her front, knees bent with her arse in the air in the darkening light of the casement. She made no attempt to move, simply stared listlessly at the wall.
He gave a growl, anger surging through him.
‘Fuck!’ he yelled, overturning the table, the piles of books falling all over the floor.
He’d wanted her since Ryder had brought her here, but he had checked himself because none of this was right.Shewasn’t right.
It was Nyx who’d taken care of her, let her stay in his bed, and yet Rye had simply arrived and taken what he wanted.
She made a sound of fear and he looked back at her to find that she was in the corner of the room, wide-eyed and trying to cover herself. Shame and fear came off her in waves and he sighed. Seeing her like this wasn’t what he’d wanted. He didn’t know what he’d wanted, but it wasn’t watching her be used and broken by his Brothers.
‘Get back in the bed,’ he said, keeping his tone soft.
He lit the candles and poured her a small cup of water, sprinkling the contents of a tiny sachet into it where she couldn’t see, and handing it to her.
She drank it quickly, eyeing him warily and he wanted to overturn the table a second time.
