Penn, Jenny - Chasing Lacie [Sea Island Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

And Lacie loved him for it, but she could barely see the furniture peeking out from under all the massive blossoms. “It’s very nice.”

“But?”

“Don’t you think…well…” Lacie hated to say anything bad, not wanting to deflate his gloat. Trying to soften her criticism, she offered him a tentative smile. “Don’t you think it’s a little much?”

“Go big or go home.” That was the Texas motto. A creed Lacie had often noticed lycans tired to outdo. “Trust me, honey, you’ll appreciate that attitude when it comes to the bathroom.”

“Are there rose petals already floating in the water?” Lacie teased him, a little unnerved by what he might mean by that.

Davis didn’t offer her any reassurance, but gestured silently for her to follow him. Feeling like she was forging into Wonderland, Lacie had to brush back the thick vines cascading overhead as she took the flower-lined path toward the backdoor.

It was actually the only door in the room. Not large by any measure, the cabin’s tight confines only made Davis’s over-the-top gesture more dramatic. Even the kitchen, open in the far corner was overgrown with blossoms of every color.

Not exactly a welcoming sight when she considered they’d be cooking their meals amongst all that dirt. Then Davis opened the door to the bedroom, and Lacie realized that their plans probably didn’t involve a lot of cooking.

More shocking than the sea of flowers in the main room was the overwhelming amount of leather filling the bedroom, or more accurately the toy room. Lacie stalled out for a second time, her feet refusing to move forward as her eyes took in all the equipment that would have made even the most exclusive brothel jealous.

The bed alone would be the envy of kings. Massive with four intricately carved posts, the dark wood and shiny metal rings adorning the head and footboards would have also sent any virgin into a faint.

Not attached to the frame, the rings were linked into a pulley system that could clearly be used to bend whoever was restrained into any position her captures wanted her. Just the idea of how Davis and Chance would want her had Lacie’s pussy going wet with need.

What they’d do to her in that bed would probably pale in comparison to what they intended to do with the rest of the rooms unique features. There was a table with its own restraints and a mechanical base that clearly allowed the top to be angled for a range of convenient positions.

Lacie imagined that was for the benefit of whoever decided to recline in one of the large leather chairs facing out at the room. It was the perfect place for somebody to sit and watch the show. Of course, Lacie would be able to watch her own seduction in the mirrors surrounding the whole room. Even the ceiling was adorned with the reflective glass.

The only space not filled in with mirrors was the small stretch of wall behind the oversized chairs. Adorned with toys of all sorts, shelves lined the wall, packed full of everything from body oils to dildos with whips and clamps hanging in an organized row beneath.

“Come on, honey.” Davis latched on to her hand and pulled her into the room, dragging her toward another door. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

“If I was shy, I’d already be dead of heart attack. What is that?” Lacie stumbled as her gaze caught on a swing-like device strung from the ceiling. It was oddly shaped, almost like a saddle.

“Something you’re going to enjoy.” Davis tugged on her hand, forcing her to start moving again.

“Please tell me this isn’t our bedroom.” Lacie meant on a permanent basis because it was quite clear the cabin didn’t have any other bedrooms. Of course she could sleep in the garden. Lacie figured there had to be a couch somewhere under all those flowers.

“Temporarily, yes.” Davis confirmed her suspicions. He actually paused in front of the door he led her to, giving her his full attention for a second. “This is the honeymoon cabin. All new mates stay here until they get their woman pregnant. Trust me, it has everything we need to accomplish that task, plus something for you.”

Before Lacie could take him to task for that last bit, Davis threw open the door, revealing a bathroom made for a queen. A massive oval tub was centered on the far wall. Big enough to easily fit five, it was flanked on the right by a shower equally as impressive.

Outfitted with jets and multiple showerheads, Lacie couldn’t help but notice that even the shower came with metal rings and yet another pulley system. With visions of just how steamy things could get making the ache in her cunt flare, she still managed not to betray her lusty thoughts when she lifted a curious brow in Davis’s direction.

“You sure this room is just for my pleasure?”

“Everything is for your pleasure, honey,” Davis vowed with the kind of smooth charm that had her snorting. “Well, how about that?”

Davis nodded toward the other side of the tub, directing Lacie’s gaze toward the massage table set up in the corner. There were towels, oils, scented candles, all the trappings of a five-star spa. Not that Lacie could ever afford to visit one.

As if reading her mind, Davis slipped behind her, his hands settling on her shoulders to rub some of the tension from her muscles. “Have you ever had a massage?”

“No,” but she’d always dreamed of having one.

“What do you say we correct that injustice, honey?” Davis brushed her hair back from her neck, leaning in to nibble and kiss his way across her sensitive skin. “All you have to do is relax and let me take care of you.”

Davis’s hands dipped, smoothing over her sides and pulling her back against the hard, warmth of his chest. Like heated bands, those thick fingers slipped all the way to the edge of her shirt as Davis’s husky voice teased her with just what kind of wicked plans filled his head.

“We’ll start with a shower. Long and hot, I’ll make sure every last inch of you is clean before I carry you over to that table and show you just how good I am with my hands.”

Turning in his arms, she offered Davis a smile as his hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt. His palms molded themselves to her ass, lifting her hips up against his and letting her feel every hard inch of his cock straining to be freed.

“If you’re saving all your tricks for the massage, what are you going to show me in the shower?” Soft and thick with desire, her voice changed her teasing words into a seductive suggestion.

Davis’s grin became all teeth as his fingers tightened over the globes of her ass. “All sorts of things, honey, and you’re going to beg for every single one of them.”

Lacie was just about to meet that challenge when a flash in the mirror caught her eyes. Glancing over Davis’s shoulder, she scowled as she searched for whatever had danced over the glass. The small dot reappeared, moving rapidly in their direction.

“Davis? What’s that red light?”

“Wha—”

Everything happened so fast, Lacie didn’t know what came first, Davis’s roar, the pain of crashing into the hard, tile floor or the sudden crack as everything started shattering overhead. Bits and shards of glass rained down all over the bathroom as invisible blasts rocked through the room in an endless assault as gunfire shattered the quiet of the afternoon.

Lacie’s mind had only begun to sort through the instant panic when Davis’s arm tightened around her stomach and jerked her onto all fours. It was uncomfortable position given Davis still covered her.

“
Move!
”

Bent over her, Davis forced her to crawl forward, but not out from underneath him. The pain of crunching over the sharpened debris littering the floor spiked through her, clearing Lacie’s mind enough to realize that it wasn’t just shrapnel causing Davis to grunt and shudder.

With blood beginning to seep from her palms and tears beginning to slip over her cheeks, Lacie wished she could just make everything stop for one moment. She just needed one moment to come to terms with how she’d ended up here, how she could have avoided, or at least how she was going to survive it.

There was no moment. They were greeted instantly by a new slew of bullets as they cleared the threshold. Cursing, Davis forced her to move faster toward the foot of the bed. Only once the massive frame and mattress protected them from the endless shots tearing up the bedroom did Davis finally pull her to a stop.

Rolling off her, he released Lacie, not that she dared to move. Flattened out on the floor felt like the best place to be right then. Apparently, Davis didn’t agree. Nor did he show any of his characteristic sensitivity when he yanked her up to a sit.

“Stay here. Stay down.”

Lacie could only nod dimly at those commands, muted by the rage hardening his gaze. If she hadn’t already been scared out of her wits, Davis’s look alone would have terrified her. What Davis did next, though, left her frozen in shock.

Leaping to his feet, he not only jumped into the spray of bullets but then he rushed the widow they were coming through. Lacie screamed, watching in abject horror as blood started to well up from the litany of wounds beginning to litter his chest. With each hit he grunted, grimacing but never retreating.

Slamming into the large table, he flipped it up, shoving it fast and furious across the floor until it wedged against the window frame. For a moment the room darkened. Then one bullet at a time, the bolts of sunlight started slicing through the room.

Davis didn’t hang out to become a target for a second time. Rushing Lacie, he snatched her off her feet and had her flying across the floor. They slammed through the second door and into a massive walk-in closet just as the table cracked and crashed to the floor in a fiery burst.

Whatever they’d shot that time, Lacie didn’t know, but she could see the flames quickly starting to lick over the walls and floors. Trapped in the closet, they might be safe from the bullets but not from the inferno already starting to consume the bed sheets.

Panicked more by the thought of being burned up than shot, Lacie began to pant as her heart began to race faster and faster. The blood rushing through her veins left her dizzy and lightheaded. Everything started to spin as she began to slip backward.

Davis caught her. His fingers dug into her arms with a rough grip, matching the forceful shake he gave her. “Come on, Lacie, stay with me.”

Blinking she tried to clear her mind, to do as he wanted, but it wasn’t easy. Smoke was already beginning to flood into the closet, making it harder for her to breath, to think.

“Come on.” Davis gave her another jerk. “I need you to focus, honey.”

“But the fire—”

“Isn’t a problem.”

Shoving her back against the wall, Davis pounded his heel into the floor with a hard kick, five more and the wood planks started to crack. It only took another stomp and Davis managed to kicked a hole straight to the crawl space beneath the cabin.

“Come on.”

He didn’t wait for her to obey, but latched back onto her arm and all but shoved her through the opening. He kept her going by cramming his own massive frame down on top of her, forcing her all the way under the burning house. Lacie didn’t think that was much better of a place to be, but at least she could crawl to freedom without getting shot.

She headed straight for the closest exit without thought of what might await her on the other side. Barely five inches from sunlight a hand clamped down on her ankle and drug her back.

“Not that way.”

Davis showed her the way by switching his hold to her wrist and dragging her off in the direction he wanted. The wrong direction in Lacie’s mind because they were headed for the center of the cabin. With the heat of the fire already making the joist overhead crackle, Lacie really didn’t want to linger beneath it.

“We’re going to be crushed.” Lacie couldn’t stop that worry from voicing itself or the reflex that had her pulling back on Davis’s hold. “We need to get out from under this cabin.”

“Or deeper beneath it,” Davis corrected, coming along the edge of a massive metal disk.

“What the hell is that?” Momentarily distracted by confusion, she gawked at the large manhole cover. Except it wasn’t black and it came with a very sophisticated looking locking mechanism.

“Bomb shelter.” Davis punched in a series of numbers into the little digital pad on top. The devise beeped twice and then with a sudden groan the lid started sliding back.

“My God,” Lacie whispered, lifting up slightly to stare down the long throat that was revealed. Florescent lights flickered to life, slowly glowing brighter to reveal what looked like an endless ladder affixed to the side of the tunnel. “Is there a bottom?”

“Down.” Not bothering to answer her question, Davis nodded toward the entrance.

Lacie didn’t have to be told twice, but she hesitated as she turned to lower her legs over the first set of rungs. Slithering like a snake on her belly, she paused to look up at Davis before committing to obeying him.

“You’re coming, right?”

“I’d never abandon you.”

Lacie nodded, accepting that vow as the truth and lowered herself over the edge. Exhaustion and worry kept her muscles trembling as she slowly worked down every one of the more than a hundred rungs. It felt like there was double that number, but she lost count as numbness began to set in.

Barely aware enough to do what she had to, Lacie had no energy left over for thinking. Instead she simply obeyed the command of necessity. She had to get to the bottom. Once there she had to wait for Davis. Where else could she go but through the door he opened.