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Lizette appreciated the djinn commander’sdirectness. He never softened answers for her. “As a psychologist,I realize I am too close to my own problems. Denim and Braelyn cameto visit me the other day. Did you know?”
“Yes.”
She inhaled. “They shared their experiencesin captivity, encouraging me to share mine. I did.”
“I am glad.”
She paused, her lower lip stiff. “I wasn’tonly raped, Jarek. That would have been one thing.” She met hisglare, knowing it to be directed at Spear, not her. “I participatedin my own sexual abuse. I encouraged him. Sometimes I begged him totake me. I would untie his pants and wrap my hand around hisdisgusting penis. I stroked him until he came. I took him into mymouth. I let him ejaculate inside of me.” She swallowed a gagbefore it rose. “One part of me understands what it means to be awhore.”
Jarek shot back his response, no pause, nodeliberation. “A whore? You? No. So what if you had to suck dick.”He laughed. “You think you’re the only being who’s had to give ablow job? You think that makes me respect you less? There is anancient Persian saying, myatashe delam. ‘A river cutsthrough a rock not because of its power, but its persistence.’ Youare a persistent female.”
“Is this how you see me?”
“Yes, because that is what you are.” Jarek’shand grasped the back of her head as he pressed his mouth to herlips.
The kiss was gentle, warm, and inviting butnot insistent. He broke away, sitting back, undemanding andunhurried. His lids hooded the desire in his eyes while his chestrose with a deep breath.
Lizette sighed. “Here’s what I came awaywith after meeting the two women whose experiences overlap mine tosome extent. I’m sick and tired of being a victim. So, no more ofthat behavior. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m me. True, with moreexperiences, not all of them good, but I am still me.”
“Yes, you are. You won.”
“I did. Now I’m claiming my prize.” She rosefrom the cushion, the blue linen dress gathering at her ankles, herbracelets tinkling when she held out a hand to Jarek.
His eyes narrowed. “This is what youwant?”
“Want. Need. Truthfully, I’m not sure which.I saw green when the camp follower touched you. Her fingers willnot be the last ones on your skin tonight.”
“I am not a gentle man,atashe delam.I have known only females like her for centuries. I take what Iwant. I’m not much on giving.”
“Perfect. I don’t want a gentle man. I wanta man who’ll make me forget. I intend to use you for that purpose.Now get off your ass and come fuck me.”
The firelight caught the spark in Jarek’sirises as his lips curled into a seductive smile.
The camp follower had ignited Lizette’spossessiveness for the djinn. She wanted to erase Spear from hermemory, but she also felt something for this fierce warrior.
“When you put it so sweetly,atashedelam. How can I refuse?” Like the predator he was, Jarekuncoiled, gathered her against him, and swaggered into hisyurt.
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That night, Tyr and Daxslipped away from the stronghold to follow a lead. If they neededto return for the big rescue, they could immediately.
The warlock swung a leg over the seat of hisHarley CVO. He twisted to glance over his shoulder at Dax.
The vampire adjusted his leather jacket.“You know, your hog has ‘I’m compensating for my small dick’written all over it.”
“Don’t bad-mouth my favorite lady.” Tyrpatted the fuel tank, resisting the urge to caress it.
Dax’s Scath-made Tonkawa roared to life ashe pulled out. They cycled from the Covenkirk stronghold toward thedrug dealer Karth’s place where they planned to playgood-warlock-bad-vamp.
Tyr had warned Kole things might get stickywith Thorn’s ex-pack possibly involved in the pharmaceutical game.Maybe his shifterfreronhad gone rogue on them.Nah.Tyr doubted it. Too much honor in the male.
The wolf Firebrand’s brother Luka was alpha.The job should have been Thorn’s, but he answered the call to thewarriors, rejecting the top spot. Unfortunately, Luka’s leadershipstyle lacked Thorn’s firm hand, sense of justice, and understandingof behavior. Rumors had leaked about the pack for years.Mistreatment of the females. Involvement in shady deals. Nothingthe Firebrands could prove. All the while, the relationship betweenthe brothers deteriorated.
He hoped Luka’s problem was only a looserein on the pack, not a drug trade sitch. Tyr wasn’t eager to pumpKarth and find out Thorn’s brother was ass-deep in the biz. Hedidn’t want the ensuing convo with hisfreron.
He and the bloodsucker rode the main highwayfrom Covenkirk toward Karth’s village in North Shelters. From thelowlands outside the capital city of the mage, they traveled towardthe mountains. From there, they would proceed through a pass andinto the shifter region.
Most times Tyr hit the road, he enjoyed thewind in his face. The warlock lived for speed, danger, and the blurof trees as he jacked up the mph. He slowed today, not wanting toleave the vamp in his dust. He imagined, though, the bloodsuckerdidn’t mind knocking knees with death. Probably his favoritepastime.
