hardened in his hand. Her tongue darted out and over her lips, and he knew she’d do as he commanded. Most unmated females did. He’d bedded this one before, many times, though he couldn’t recall her name. He wasn’t sure he’d ever bothered to ask it. She fit nicely around his body and liked it rough, something he enjoyed as well.
But, alas, his body did not seem to want a repeat performance. Surely he was broken. There could be no other explanation for it. Mayhap the moons’ pull was growing, causing his body to respond in strange ways, bringing on him the stirrings of madness.
Chapter Three
Lucy swatted at the man holding her, going for his face, his eyes, any part of him she could get. She’d not be a statistic—if there even was a statistic for women abducted by creatures no one believed were real. She wouldn’t be some story retold on low-budget shows broadcast on cable networks no one had heard of.
No way.
No how.
“Let go of me!” she shouted.
The man holding her laughed. “If you so wish.”
He loosened his hold on her and she began to fall free from the protection of his embrace. A shrill cry tore from her and she clawed at him, seizing hold of him around the waist, catching herself before she would have fallen to her death. At their height from the ground, there would have been no way she could have survived. It would have been like skydiving minus the parachute.
No thank you.
She wasn’t going out like that. She was going to get her damn proof and live to tell the tale. She hugged the man’s waist tightly, her gaze moving up to the massive expanse of his wings. They were stunning. Too bad the guy they were hooked to was a sociopath. He pulled her higher up his body and she gulped.
The jerk laughed. “Look, Manyer,” he said. “She wants my cock.”
Lucy considered kneeing him in the groin—as she suspected males of any species disliked that move—but since he was the reason she wasn’t falling to her death, she resisted. Though the urge remained, Southern hospitality and ladylike behavior be dammed. She wasn’t about to be a victim of a birdman killing.
They remained high in the sky for what felt like an eternity. She’d lost her stomach somewhere over the dotted tree line hours ago. It was cold that high, and despite her efforts to bundle up, she was not prepared for this.
Who the hell would be?
Shivering, she found herself pushing more at the man who had hold of her. She really could not wait to gouge his eyes out. Birdman or not, she’d take a piece of him once her feet were on solid ground.
She lost feeling in her feet first, and then the bitter cold made its way up her legs and over her torso. Her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably and her fingers froze into their clasped state. It wasn’t long before darkness ebbed at the edges of her vision, and Lucy felt her mind slipping into a cold-induced abyss.
She vaguely heard one of the men speaking.
“Is it dead?” he asked.
“Humans break so easily,” said the one holding her as if she were a mere ragdoll, insignificant in his world of being. “I would release her, but I heard a faint heartbeat. If she survives the portal crossing, we can play with her.”
Like hell , she thought, drifting off.
Chapter Four
The clearing of a throat near the entranceway pulled Rossi from thoughts of taking his cock out of his wrap and ordering it into the female’s mouth. His second-to-the-eldest brother, Aeson, stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and a disapproving look upon his face. A wall sconce illuminated his brother’s face at just the right angle to make Aeson appear sinister when he was anything but.
Rossi sighed, knowing his fun had come to an end. With a wave of his hand, he motioned away the women. “What now? And please know I tire greatly of your lectures. You have become boring, brother.”
“Kabril has expressly forbidden harems.” Aeson remained stoic in the entranceway, as if entering the
But, alas, his body did not seem to want a repeat performance. Surely he was broken. There could be no other explanation for it. Mayhap the moons’ pull was growing, causing his body to respond in strange ways, bringing on him the stirrings of madness.
Chapter Three
Lucy swatted at the man holding her, going for his face, his eyes, any part of him she could get. She’d not be a statistic—if there even was a statistic for women abducted by creatures no one believed were real. She wouldn’t be some story retold on low-budget shows broadcast on cable networks no one had heard of.
No way.
No how.
“Let go of me!” she shouted.
The man holding her laughed. “If you so wish.”
He loosened his hold on her and she began to fall free from the protection of his embrace. A shrill cry tore from her and she clawed at him, seizing hold of him around the waist, catching herself before she would have fallen to her death. At their height from the ground, there would have been no way she could have survived. It would have been like skydiving minus the parachute.
No thank you.
She wasn’t going out like that. She was going to get her damn proof and live to tell the tale. She hugged the man’s waist tightly, her gaze moving up to the massive expanse of his wings. They were stunning. Too bad the guy they were hooked to was a sociopath. He pulled her higher up his body and she gulped.
The jerk laughed. “Look, Manyer,” he said. “She wants my cock.”
Lucy considered kneeing him in the groin—as she suspected males of any species disliked that move—but since he was the reason she wasn’t falling to her death, she resisted. Though the urge remained, Southern hospitality and ladylike behavior be dammed. She wasn’t about to be a victim of a birdman killing.
They remained high in the sky for what felt like an eternity. She’d lost her stomach somewhere over the dotted tree line hours ago. It was cold that high, and despite her efforts to bundle up, she was not prepared for this.
Who the hell would be?
Shivering, she found herself pushing more at the man who had hold of her. She really could not wait to gouge his eyes out. Birdman or not, she’d take a piece of him once her feet were on solid ground.
She lost feeling in her feet first, and then the bitter cold made its way up her legs and over her torso. Her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably and her fingers froze into their clasped state. It wasn’t long before darkness ebbed at the edges of her vision, and Lucy felt her mind slipping into a cold-induced abyss.
She vaguely heard one of the men speaking.
“Is it dead?” he asked.
“Humans break so easily,” said the one holding her as if she were a mere ragdoll, insignificant in his world of being. “I would release her, but I heard a faint heartbeat. If she survives the portal crossing, we can play with her.”
Like hell , she thought, drifting off.
Chapter Four
The clearing of a throat near the entranceway pulled Rossi from thoughts of taking his cock out of his wrap and ordering it into the female’s mouth. His second-to-the-eldest brother, Aeson, stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and a disapproving look upon his face. A wall sconce illuminated his brother’s face at just the right angle to make Aeson appear sinister when he was anything but.
Rossi sighed, knowing his fun had come to an end. With a wave of his hand, he motioned away the women. “What now? And please know I tire greatly of your lectures. You have become boring, brother.”
“Kabril has expressly forbidden harems.” Aeson remained stoic in the entranceway, as if entering the
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