blinked and was greeted to three sets of gasps. Surprise, relief, excitement and fear washed over her in rolling waves as the three males glared at her from various locations around her bed. Luca’s and Jaymes’ eyes glowed red with arousal and Tristan’s gaze was a magnificent dark-blue. Their powerful stares made her shiver with dread and their intriguing scents made her tremble with want.
“It has been a long time, our little slave,” Tristan said. He sounded so cold, she shook harder. Hurt dripped from his voice and anger flashed in his gaze. His disgust at her desertion sank deep into her bones. She should dematerialize. Now. She couldn’t handle the bitter disappointment emanating from them.
She concentrated on leaving. Nothing happened. Frustration made her sob. What had they done to prevent her from escaping? She should be able to dissolve even with her arms and legs bound the way they were.
“It won’t work,” Tristan said in that cold voice she hated.
“You wear a potion that will prevent it,” Jaymes informed. “It is fused inside your collar. The collar can only be opened electronically and by password.”
Lisbeth swallowed and the band around her neck constricted ever so slightly. It wasn’t tight or uncomfortable. But it was there.
Damn them!
“What do you plan to do with me?” she asked.
She yanked on the bindings that held her arms captive. The binds were too tight for her to be able to escape physically. She tried not to panic as fury and distress, thick and raw, welled.
“That is entirely up to you, our sweet slave,” Luca replied from his perch on the side of her bed. A crossbow was slung over his shoulder and a quiver of arrows peeked out from behind his back. The male always carried his weapon wherever he went. He never changed. The thought was comforting.
It was if they’d just popped out of the past. They still were dangerously sexy and smelled succulent and enticing. She could simply drown in those intoxicating male scents of her home clan. Scents of the Russian outdoors. The damp smells of the wilderness valleys that surrounded the Caucasus Mountain range where her clan lived. She could even smell a tinge of the mossy creek water that trickled along one of the camouflaged cave entrances. She missed her home, but she didn’t miss the Queen’s dominance.
Anger pushed away her arousal.
“What does sweet slave mean? I thought you cared for me. For what I want. To be free. I never expected the three of you to do this to me!” Once again she yanked against her bindings to show them exactly what she meant.
She held her breath as Luca tenderly brushed a callused finger along her jawline. His flesh seared tingling heat into her system and she desired more of his affectionate caresses. She craved all three of them touching her, making love to her, like the old days. She blinked as shock moved over her. She’d forgotten how potent these males were to her system and how easily they mesmerized her thoughts. She’d overlooked how easily she wanted to jump into bed with them. Desperation made her panic.
“How could you deceive me like this? Why would you send me back to the Queen? You know how she’s like. Controlling and nasty and…” She couldn’t tell them what else the Queen wanted from her or they would get themselves killed going after the powerful female.
“She’s promised us our freedom, if we return you to her,” Jaymes replied. The tone of his voice wasn’t as cold as earlier. Was he perhaps feeling some sympathy for her plight?
“I have been working on gaining her trust by being the most obedient slave to her,” Tristan said. “With you being presented to her, she may finally lift the materializing shield around her. I only need a second or two and that’s when I would strike. You know how much I want her dead.”
Oh vampires, yes, Tristan wanted revenge for the deaths of Bree, his father and mother.
“But she is indestructible or have your forgotten
“It has been a long time, our little slave,” Tristan said. He sounded so cold, she shook harder. Hurt dripped from his voice and anger flashed in his gaze. His disgust at her desertion sank deep into her bones. She should dematerialize. Now. She couldn’t handle the bitter disappointment emanating from them.
She concentrated on leaving. Nothing happened. Frustration made her sob. What had they done to prevent her from escaping? She should be able to dissolve even with her arms and legs bound the way they were.
“It won’t work,” Tristan said in that cold voice she hated.
“You wear a potion that will prevent it,” Jaymes informed. “It is fused inside your collar. The collar can only be opened electronically and by password.”
Lisbeth swallowed and the band around her neck constricted ever so slightly. It wasn’t tight or uncomfortable. But it was there.
Damn them!
“What do you plan to do with me?” she asked.
She yanked on the bindings that held her arms captive. The binds were too tight for her to be able to escape physically. She tried not to panic as fury and distress, thick and raw, welled.
“That is entirely up to you, our sweet slave,” Luca replied from his perch on the side of her bed. A crossbow was slung over his shoulder and a quiver of arrows peeked out from behind his back. The male always carried his weapon wherever he went. He never changed. The thought was comforting.
It was if they’d just popped out of the past. They still were dangerously sexy and smelled succulent and enticing. She could simply drown in those intoxicating male scents of her home clan. Scents of the Russian outdoors. The damp smells of the wilderness valleys that surrounded the Caucasus Mountain range where her clan lived. She could even smell a tinge of the mossy creek water that trickled along one of the camouflaged cave entrances. She missed her home, but she didn’t miss the Queen’s dominance.
Anger pushed away her arousal.
“What does sweet slave mean? I thought you cared for me. For what I want. To be free. I never expected the three of you to do this to me!” Once again she yanked against her bindings to show them exactly what she meant.
She held her breath as Luca tenderly brushed a callused finger along her jawline. His flesh seared tingling heat into her system and she desired more of his affectionate caresses. She craved all three of them touching her, making love to her, like the old days. She blinked as shock moved over her. She’d forgotten how potent these males were to her system and how easily they mesmerized her thoughts. She’d overlooked how easily she wanted to jump into bed with them. Desperation made her panic.
“How could you deceive me like this? Why would you send me back to the Queen? You know how she’s like. Controlling and nasty and…” She couldn’t tell them what else the Queen wanted from her or they would get themselves killed going after the powerful female.
“She’s promised us our freedom, if we return you to her,” Jaymes replied. The tone of his voice wasn’t as cold as earlier. Was he perhaps feeling some sympathy for her plight?
“I have been working on gaining her trust by being the most obedient slave to her,” Tristan said. “With you being presented to her, she may finally lift the materializing shield around her. I only need a second or two and that’s when I would strike. You know how much I want her dead.”
Oh vampires, yes, Tristan wanted revenge for the deaths of Bree, his father and mother.
“But she is indestructible or have your forgotten
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