Tycho smiled. “I have wanted to see your eyes for years, Zera.”
“I had no idea that they were hazel.” Ryma smiled. “I always thought they would be brown.”
“Most folks can’t tell the difference.”
Torun smiled. “The green and purple in the jewellery make the colours more distinct.”
Zera quirked her lips. “Now, do I have to play damsel in distress, or can I just turn myself over to your hands and bodies?”
Torun chuckled. “I don’t think we have ever had you play a person in distress. We get enough of that with the day job.”
She looked to Ryma and smiled. “What about a game of tag one day? If you are interested, I run, and you hunt.”
Ryma made a fist in Zera’s hair, pulling her head back. Her eyes were shining, and there was excitement in them. “That sounds like fun. But, would you enjoy it, little rabbit? I know that I am not your preferred prey.”
“Ah, making you happy is its own type of enjoyment. Name the date; I’ll bring the toybox.” Making casual conversation while having your neck exposed to a fanged predator had taken some getting used to.
Ryma kissed her savagely. “I look forward to it.”
She returned the kiss. Females were not her preference, but her preference didn’t matter. Pleasure mattered. Giving and receiving were high on her list. The teams were monsters; the criminals were monsters. Her entire world was full of scary monsters. She should know. She was one of them.
She heard a groan, and Tycho knelt next to her hip, his tongue tracing a design that arrowed directly toward her groin. His fingers crept up her inner thigh, and she gasped.
Torun cupped her breasts and traced his tongue over a design on her neck and shoulder. When Tycho’s tongue entered her, her legs buckled. This was his favourite thing to do, and Torun supported her while massaging and pinching her breasts to stiff peaks.
Ryma straddled one of her thighs and sucked at one nipple while grinding against her. Zera caught her hand and sucked her fingers. Ryma shuddered and groaned as Zera swirled her tongue around and around. The feral team member grunted and whimpered as Zera’s thigh was slick.
Tycho was persistent in his activities, and when he slid his third finger in and rapidly flicked her clit with his tongue, she twisted in Torun’s grip and arched hard against the invasion and the fluttering tongue. The sound she made was harsh and raw, causing the team around her to chuckle softly as they returned to work on the designs and patterns.
She yowled and sobbed in frustration as they made a game out of how many designs they could eradicate with their tongues. Tycho provided the manacles that they used to hang her from a hook in the ceiling while they worked. She was up on her toes as they turned her from left to right and back again.
Only nine hours and twenty minutes to go.
Chapter Four
Zera groaned, and a hand stroked her hair; someone kissed her temple. She was at the bottom of a very tangled pile of limbs of mixed colourations. Her body was telling her it was time to get up for her run, but her contract was going to keep her pinned for the next hour.
Torun moved his teammates off her and eased her under him. She thought he was going to speak, but he kissed her, and his thigh parted hers. Zera shuddered and opened her legs for him so that he could just slide in. He stretched her to aching as he moved inside her. His slow undulations into her touched every nerve.
He kissed her tenderly, moving inside her with little of the frenzy from the previous night. The bite marks on her breasts, belly, and shoulders were already healing. The marks on her inner thighs where Tycho had drunk her blood stung, but it made the slow thrusts that Torun was treating her to all the sweeter. He took every gasp, every moan, and gave her soft sighs and low growls.
She stroked her arms up his sides and held him tight as he pushed into her and retreated. He murmured against her mouth, “You are still so fucking tight.”
She blushed and muttered, “And you are still too fucking big.”
He grinned and increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. She planted her feet flat on the bed, and the tension in her muscles made it tighter, harder for him to move.
“You play dirty, Zera.”
“I play dirty? I am not the one who spent two hours last night shoving himself into my ass.” She muttered it, and it ended on a gasp as her body convulsed under his. Her body felt like liquid gold as he continued to rock into it.
He laughed. “Every part of you is mine, and it is my generosity that shares you with the other teams.”
“Big words when you have me pinned.”
“Ah, but I have you right where I want you.” He dragged his tongue up her neck. “And I want all of you that I can get. It might be a while before I am back in town.”
She kissed him again, holding his head. “I had forgotten how pretty your eyes were when you cum.”
He growled, and his blue-white eyes glowed as he pounded into her, the power radiating from them as he focused on her features. He shoved deep, and his neck corded with effort as he jerked into her. His cock flexed and pulsed before he let out a groan and slowly collapsed on her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him tight until the shuddering and twitching stopped. She sighed and licked his ear. She ran her nails up his spine, and he shuddered and plunged into her again.
Tycho was on his elbow, watching with a fascinated expression. “How do you know how to do that?”
Torun
