“Why are we here?” I studied the cell we were in as I asked the question. No privacy. One toilet. One sink. One towel folded on the sink, and one bed.
“Obviously we’ve been captured.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Obviously. But why?”
He spread his arms wide. “Because we’re first born, Scarlette. We’re valuable to the scientists here. They want to breed…super vampires, I guess you would call them, and we’re the first.”
I stared at him, gaping, and I rubbed at the red skin vigorously, trying to process what he told me. As my wrists healed, the burned skin flaked off. He was okay with being some kind of breeder or breeding stallion? I sputtered, trying not to laugh at the thought. Skinny Virel a breeder?
“What are you laughing at? If we have a child together, we could have anything we want.” He paced as he glared at me like I was upsetting his plans.
“What drugs did they give you, Virel? You do realize we’re prisoners. We can’t have anything we want because they have control. Really. What drugs did they give you?” My stomach churned with what he had agreed to. I waved my hands at him and turned my back, unable to speak.
“Yes, they gave me drugs. Drugs to make me more potent, and one to make you more agreeable.” As I turned to ask him what he meant, a pinch nipped my arm, and Virel stood holding an empty syringe in his hand, a self-satisfied smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.
“You drugged me? You bastard!” I pounced on his back as he swiveled away to go to the bed, waiting for whatever nefarious ideas they had planned. I beat at his head and back as my legs held onto him at his waist. I was making a good impression of a monkey the way I held onto him, my ankles crossed at his stomach, squeezing as tight as I could. His screams were high pitched as I continued to pound on him, while he frantically tried to peel off my legs and hold his arms over his head.
I screamed as well. I screamed so loud I didn’t hear the jailers unlock the cell door until they grabbed me by my arms, trying to extract me from Virel’s back. As they yanked on me, they pulled him along, until they shot me with something that made me immediately woozy.
“You bitch,” Virel shouted in my face, spittle flying as his fist came toward me.
Chapter Three
The agony as his fist struck my cheek. Breaking it, I believed, but I was so drugged up I wasn’t sure what the pain was. Only that misery clouded my vision as the guards held me in their arms. Laying me on the bed, my eyes rolled around as if I had no control of them. As if they were children’s marbles rolling around in my eye sockets. Whispers snaked like a shadowy phantom, in and out of range. My head lolled on my neck like it was made out of rubber.
What had that asshole done to me? What had he done to himself? The drugs they had given him must have messed with his mind. That was all I could think of, but my mind was so messed up right now. Clanging reached my ears and hands pulled at my clothes as chanting words drifted to me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I lifted my arms, flailing, as I tried to push Virel away, but hands continued to remove my clothes until I was naked. His hands brushed over my body, plucking at my nipples. A heat coiled in my stomach and traveled down below, enough to make me rub my legs together in an attempt to ease myself. I had never desired Virel before. He wasn’t the one for me. What was in that syringe they gave me?
“You’re feeling it, aren’t you, Scarlette?” Both of his hands were now on my breasts. Massaging and fondling them, his eyes were wide as his mouth dropped open, panting. He lowered his head to wrap his lips around one nipple, his teeth dragging over the tip as he sucked and squeezed the other breast. I squirmed with the pressure building inside of me. Higher and higher, knowing I should be angry, but the desire wouldn’t let me.
His teeth clamped down, making me squeal in surprise as I grew wet by how aggressive he had become. I slid my legs together before I opened them up, tangling with his. Damn. He was still wearing pants.
“You always thought you were too good for me, didn’t you, Scarlette? Even though we were both first born. That I was weak,” he panted as his hand slid down past my belly to my pussy, rubbing and dipping his fingers into my feminine folds searching for my nub.
I threw my head back closing my eyes, hating him but unable to stop my gyrations. Reaching out, I pulled at his shirt, the buttons popping off as I yanked it back, and he shrugged it off, unable to leave his ministrations to my nipple.
“Pants. Off,” was all I was able to gasp out as I grabbed handfuls of his hair to tug him up to my mouth, our tongues tangling and stroking, devouring each other. A heat built hotter and hotter inside of me, taking over all of my ambitions as the chanting, “Fuck, fuck,” serenaded us like a hymn to their crazed pagan service.
We kissed deep, a brutal mash
