Page 54 of Scavenger's Oath
I've never seen anyone as built as these guys. What kind of cruel blessing is this? Some twisted fate that would have me captured yet again by possessive men who want to own me…ohbut this time, make them hot enough that I’d actually consider letting them.
God, what is wrong with me?!
I should be plotting my escape, trying to find Jade. Even though I know she’ll be long gone by now…
Well, that’s the thing.I won’t last long out there alone.
There’s no way of knowing how far Jade made it or where she is now. And these three men—whether gods or devils—are offering to keep me safe.
Is it so wrong to want that?
To want…them?
I can't stop thinking about it even a week later. Myles is ecstatic about my new cooperation. If I’m honest with myself, his mouth and fingers are becoming the highlight of my days.
But the tension I’d felt with Phoenix creeps into the forefront of my mind every time I’m alone.
Sitting on the mattress, I pull my knees to my chest, but the ache doesn't go away. It only builds.
With every hour that passes, the memory of him standing so close, heat radiating off him, just adds to the wetness coating my thighs.
It's sickening!Wrong.
…Maybe. Or just human?
He looked at me like he already knew what I tasted like. No kindness. Just hunger.
Phoenix made it simple: food, safety, even a little freedom, in exchange for my body and whatever he wants to do with it.
And if I'm honest with myself... I respect him for that.
Ihatethat I respect him for it. But if I’m useful, they’ll keep me, protect me.
Except he hasn’t come back since that day. I don’t know if I said something wrong or if he was just toying with me. He’s succeeded if that’s the case.
I’ve been sitting here for hours, trying not to slip my hand lower and chase relief, growing more frustrated.
But I can't. Not in this little cell with an entire wall of wide-set bars exposing everything I do. Not when anyone could walk in and see me.
I needsomething. Someone.
By the time the door creaks open again, it's early evening and the sky outside the windows has turned a deep blue. I lift my head to see Myles. And for the first time, I'm actually glad to see him.
Because I need his touch.
I want the pressure, the friction, therelease. I want him to burn off the heat simmering under my skin. To stop thinking and justfeel.
He frowns when I don’t flinch, as if confused by the change in my behaviour. No coaxing needed today. I need his touch.
So I shift to face him, letting the hem of the sweater ride up as I place my feet by the bars for him again. The dim light of the hallway illuminates my legs with a soft glow.
Myles notices of course. His eyes start on my ankles, trailing their way slowly to my face. He lingers in the doorway, almost paralysed in shock.
Until I shift my thighs a little wider.
A pulse flickers in his jaw, lust flashing across his chiselled features. Stepping forward, his gaze never leaves me. “Something happen today?” he asks, tone sceptical.
My stomach flips and tightens—warning me that I should be running instead of enticing the beast.
