It wasn’t just the heat I was feeling either, but a strange new hunger had begun to take hold of me. I was completely ravenous, and I knew exactly what I needed to satiate myself. The male who was attached to my delectable meal was trying to tell me something, but I was already beyond words, beyond names.
Once I finally arrived directly in front of my prize, there was a single drop coming out of the top, leaking down the front. I licked my way up from the base all the way up until that salty liquid melted on my tongue. I continued licking all the way around the top of the large, delectable shaft as my hand stroked the bottom of it; every shudder that elicited was a delicious appetizer.
Finally, as I continued stroking and licking and sucking, that hot, creamy white filling began shooting out from the top and into my long-awaiting mouth. And then I was feasting on every drop, every shudder and moan. I didn’t stop until I had drunk it all in.
That was when I came back to myself, feeling fuller than I had in my entire life. But when I sat back on my knees and took my thumb to wipe an escaped drop from the corner of my mouth, I looked up at Adorjan and he wasn’t moving, at all. “Adorjan?” I asked in a panicked tone, as I crawled my way up his prone body. I then grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and screaming his name over and over.
At a loss as to what I should do, I slapped the ever-loving shit out of him, and that rewarded me with a shuddering breath. As I began to think if there was any way I could give him back some of what I had taken from him, I received a zap so strong and intense from the collar I began to scream. And it was much more than that zap; it was draining me. Somehow it was stealing away everything I had taken away from Adorjan. I tried desperately to pull the damned thing off, but it wouldn’t budge. There wasn’t anything I could do but just let it happen.
As it continued to drain me, I lay down on top of his chest. My last thought before I blacked out was how were we going to even begin to attempt to get out of this mess if we couldn’t even control our own bodies?
16
The Circle
One of Jelissa’s mates was stuck in the surveillance room on the top floor of the abandoned building in which she and her other three mates were being held. Loud, obnoxious laughter came from their captor as she watched the four inmates fumble at trying to figure out what was truly going on, and attempt to stop the inevitable. “So, the morons think they have it all figured out? Hilarious.” The statement left her lips as the wolf and incubus simultaneously knocked each other out.
“Go whack off somewhere else, you damn brute!” she snapped at the demon sitting at her side when his hand disappeared inside the front of his jeans.
He looked over at her and replied with a brilliant, “Huh?” before catching himself. Removing his hand and sitting up straighter in the chair, he gave a slightly more intelligent reply as he licked his lips. “Sorry, got caught up in the moment. This shit is like watching a live porno.”
Through clenched teeth she warned him, “I swear on all that is unholy if you drool, or get any other form of bodily fluid on any of this equipment, I will be using the hair I will detach from your body to clean it up.”
All the poor demon, Jayden, could do was laugh. The dumb old hag might have him under lock and key, for now, but when he became unchained, she would rue the day her cobwebbed brain thought it would be a brilliant idea to force a rage demon to do her bidding. Oh, yes, her mind had been deviant enough to come up with creating a portable circle; a circle shrunken down to the size of a ring placed on his pinky finger that rendered him a slave to her commands.
What she failed to realize was the longer she held him there, and the more she forced him to watch those monitors, she fed his rage to the point it was weakening the ring. It wasn’t watching Jelissa with her other three mates that was feeding his rage—no, that part of it turned him on. It was witnessing her being held in captivity.
Jayden had seen his parents go through it time and again whenever either of them were summoned from down below. It was the reason he never wanted to even have a mate. He never wanted to feel that emotional torment of being connected to someone, especially if that someone was constantly being pulled away and he would be forced to wait there, helpless until their return. Being a mate was most definitely not on his priority list. But the fates didn’t quite give a flying fuck what was and wasn’t on his list.
And when his father was awaiting his mother’s return? To say Jayden learned early on to stay far away from the male was an understatement. Rage demon, remember? All it took was a, “Where’s Mommy?” and he was thrown all the way across the room into a stalagmite wall. Good thing little demons had thick skin. Another time he ended up duct taped to the wall.
