Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (33 page)

Kinley
sat back and relaxed
because she was with her men. Her loves. Her future. Her forever.

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Read on for excerpts
from
Lexi
Blake,
Shayla
Black, and
M.J
. Rose.

Thieves, Book 1

By
Lexi
Blake

Coming August 2013!

When dealing with
demons, the devil’s in the details…

Stealing mystical and arcane artifacts is a dangerous
business, especially for a human, but
Zoey
Wharton is
an exceptional thief. The trick to staying alive is having friends in all the
wrong places. While having a witch and a werewolf on the payroll helps, being
partners with a vampire really opens doors.

Zoey
and Daniel were childhood
sweethearts until a violent car crash took his life and left her shattered.
When Daniel returned from the grave as a vampire, his only interest in
Zoey
was in keeping her safely apart from the secrets of
his dark world. He has vowed to protect her, but his heart seems as cold as the
night he calls home.

Five years later, a mysterious new client named Lucas
Halfer
offers
Zoey
a fortune to
steal the Light of
Alhorra
. The search for the Light
leads
Zoey
into the arms of an earthbound faery
prince.
Devinshea
Quinn sweeps her off her feet,
showing her everything the supernatural world has to offer, but Daniel still
calls to her heart.

As the true nature of the Light is revealed,
Zoey
discovers
Halfer
is a demon
and much more than money is at stake. Per her contract, she must give him the
Light or spend an eternity in Hell. What’s a girl to do except fight for her
soul…and her heart.

* * * *

I finally let myself look at the man I had loved most of my
life. I had been dreading this moment since I’d first heard the shots, first
seen my Danny with silver bullets carving up his torso. He was so still lying
there on the floor. I turned on the light and couldn’t stop a short, startled
cry. He was ashen, as though I was too late and nothing could bring him back
from the second, final death. I fell to my knees beside him, tears streaking
down my face. I hadn’t told him. I hadn’t told any of them that this was the
place
Halfer
had taken me to. Not this cheap motel
room, but a place where Daniel died again and again and there was nothing I
could do to save him.

Then I saw it—the slightest movement of his chest. It was
light. It was so shallow I would have missed it if I hadn’t been close, but it
was there all the same. I still had a chance to save him.

“Okay buddy, come on.” I put my wrist to his mouth. “Wake
up. The dinner bell is ringing.”

I got nothing. There wasn’t even the slightest movement to
let me know he was in there somewhere. I reached into the pocket of his leather
duster jacket. Daniel was extremely handy and almost never went anywhere
without that stupid
leatherman’s
tool. He was forever
pulling it out and using the little screwdriver or the corkscrew or the file. I
flipped through the tools, locating one that would work. The corkscrew was
applicable. I was opening his favorite vintage.

Sharp pain bit at me as I forced the tip of the tool into my
wrist. I didn’t go far or drag it down. I cut just enough to bleed. If I could
just give Daniel a taste, he might be able to do the rest for himself.

I pressed the wound on my left arm against his lips and
squeezed with my right hand to get the blood flowing. After a moment, I felt
the beautiful press of his mouth on my wrist and then his tongue caressing my
skin.

“Come back, Daniel,” I implored him.

His eyes opened but they still had a sleepy look to them. He
shoved my arm away and managed to push himself up to sitting. He slumped there
with his back against the bed, an accusatory look in his eyes.

“What are you doing,
Zoey
?”

“Saving you.” I tried to put my wrist back to his mouth, but
he pushed it away. Anger bloomed inside me. “Do you really want to die that
badly? Or is it me? Do you not want me? Do you want me to get you some hooker,
Danny? Would a prostitute be more acceptable?”

Daniel laughed, but it was a wretched sound. “Not want you?
That’s a laugh. I can’t help but want you. Even if I hated you I would want
you. I…
Zoey
, you don’t know what you’re doing. You
don’t know what you’re asking for. Get my cell phone and call the club. It’s
where you should have gone in the first place.”

“No.” I wasn’t about to argue with him. There wasn’t time.
Even now I could see the small strength that one sip had given him was waning.
“I’m the only one who can help you.”

Daniel shook his head. “No. I won’t take you. Not like
this.”

“We did this before and everything was fine.” I didn’t
understand his stubbornness.

“I was an idiot. I could have killed you.”

“But you didn’t, and you won’t kill me now.” It was
painfully obvious to me that my little wrist wasn’t going to be tempting enough
for Daniel. We were going to have to do this the hard way. I pulled my T-shirt
over my head.

“I can hurt you in other ways, Z.” Daniel’s eyes had closed.
He leaned his head back against the bed as though even the small act of talking
sapped his strength. “When we did it before, we didn’t know what it meant. If
we did this now, it would mean something. It would bind us in ways you don’t
want.”

“You have no idea what I want.” I got out of my shoes and
slipped my pants off. I wanted him to live, and I was willing to fight him to
get my way. He had no idea how far I would go to not live in a world without
him. Even if he went back to ignoring me tomorrow, I would be all right with it
because he was alive.

“You don’t want this.”

I ignored him in favor of unclasping my bra and sliding out
of my underwear. I wasn’t the smartest girl in the world when it came to the
vampire world, but I knew a few things. Vampires liked sex with their blood. It
was an integral part of the feeding process, and Daniel had denied himself for
a very long time. Vampires fed off of sexual energy as readily as the blood. He
needed both very badly. I had to hope that the combination of the two would be
too much to resist.

I straddled his half-dead body and sat on the part of him I
hoped would come to life very soon.

Daniel’s eyes flew open, and for a moment, he just looked at
me and breathed. He shook his head even as his hands came up almost unwillingly
to circle my waist. His fingers roamed over my skin in restless patterns,
finally making their way up to cup my breasts. His thumbs flicked over my rigid
nipples, sparking pure arousal across my skin.

“God, I can smell you.” He breathed in, his fangs glinting
in the low light. A single finger trailed down my torso to my pussy. He was
right. I was already warm and soft. The intimacy of what we were about to do flared
desire through my system.

“Touch me, Danny.” It had been so damn long.

He pulled his hand away like he’d touched a hot stove. “
Zoey
, please walk away. Don’t do this to us. Don’t bring
this out. Don’t.”

“I love you, Daniel.” I leaned forward and kissed him. It
was soft and sweet at first, and then I licked my tongue across that gorgeous,
full mouth and felt his fangs. “Take me, Daniel. Call me by my title.”

His hands shook as they caressed my breasts. He left one
hand on my breast but the other sought my core and began to pinch and rub that
place that got me moaning. He slipped his fingers into my pussy as his thumb
rubbed against my clitoris. He sighed, and strength or no strength, he was
coming to life against me. His cock swelled. “Companion.” His voice turned dark
and thick. “Mine. You are mine.”

“Yours, Daniel.” I pressed closer to him. The room was
suddenly filled with need. I needed to be with him. I needed to give the gift
of my body.

I felt him change. I felt the instant he stopped being my
Daniel and became all vampire. He pulled my head back, exposing my neck. His
eyes had bled to a dark blue and there was no white left. His fangs were longer
than I remembered, and for the first time I felt trepidation.

“You will call me by my title, little companion,” he
growled. “You will call me master.”

The first orgasm hit as he plunged his fangs in. As I gave
myself over to mindless pleasure, I had one overwhelming thought.

God, I prayed, let him remember. Let him remember that he
loves me.

By
Shayla
Black

Available Now!

Trading orgasms for information isn’t their usual way of
doing business, but when a missing criminal-turned-star-witness and fifty grand
are on the line, bounty hunter R. A. Thorn and Detective Cameron Martinez are
prepared to put their bodies to the task and give gorgeous Brenna Sheridan
everything she needs.

An exchange they never anticipated becomes an experience
none can forget—or walk away from. Sexual hunger sizzles the threesome, but the
stakes and danger rise as a mafia bad-ass stalks Brenna.

Soon, their “deal” is no longer about information—or sex.
Emotions bind Brenna, Cam and Thorn together more tightly than they ever
imagined as the men protect—and serve—the beloved woman neither can live
without.

* * * *

“Detective,” she cried. “Thorn broke in, tied me up in my
sleep and fondled me without my permission.”

“Not exactly true. I used the key under the flower pot on
the front porch to let myself in, and I touched you with your permission—more
or less. I asked you if you’d tell me what I wanted to know if I made you come,
and you said yes.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“How was I supposed to know that? You were wet as hell when
I touched you. As far as I’m concerned our bargain still stands.”

“Even if it did,” Brenna argued. “You didn’t make me come.”

Thorn flushed red. “I came damn close. Besides, you didn’t
specify that I personally had to make you come, just that I had to make sure it
happened. Cam will take care of the technicalities.”

Cam sighed and opened his mouth to refute Thorn.

Brenna shot back, “He can’t make me come, either.”

Normally, Cameron would let such a comment slide off his
back. He didn’t have the chest-beating, macho caveman instincts Thorn
possessed. But somehow, Brenna’s bald statement riled him a touch.

“Actually, I think, under normal circumstances, I could. I’m
a patient man willing to take the time to discover what my partner needs during
sex.” He cocked his head and stared at Brenna. An odd sort of longing crossed
her face. He remembered the night by the pool, watching her frustrated attempt
to orgasm. “But what you’re talking about is deeper, right?” He crossed the
room to sit on the bed beside her. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

Brenna flushed twenty shades of red then turned away.

He took that to mean no.

An orgasm deficit to most would not be a huge tragedy.
Through most of high school and college, Cameron had gone without. Too many
people underfoot for self-pleasure. In his mostly white school, too many folks
had been unwilling to get naked with someone half Apache, half Hispanic. In
Arizona, that century and a half year-old prejudice against Indians and
Mexicans still quietly lived on in more than a handful of people.

But Brenna… Her deficit wasn’t a mere case of going without.
It was an inability, her shamed expression told him. And Cameron ached for her.
What would it be like to be an adult and not know the joy of sexual
satisfaction?

Tragedy.

“See? She’s frigid,” Thorn mouthed off.

Cameron whirled on him. “Has anyone ever told you what an
enormous prick you are?”

Thorn grinned. “No, but I hear frequently what an enormous
prick I have.”

Cameron rolled his eyes then turned back to Brenna. “Ignore
him. When the phrase son of a bitch was coined, they had Thorn in mind.”

“You’re not much better. Pinching me so hard it brought
tears to my eyes.”

So he had. Totally unlike him. This stupid plot of Thorn’s
wasn’t getting them anywhere, but he may be onto something.

“Key.” He held out his palm to Thorn.

“Ah, shit. Man, you’re going to
uncuff
her? She looks hot, bound and ready.”

She did. No refuting that. But Thorn couldn’t see the
long-term benefit of
uncuffing
Brenna beyond the
short-term benefit the view provided his dick.

“I’d hate to have to arrest you. You’d have to call your
brother to bail you out.”

“Oh, hell no!” With another curse, Thorn slapped the key in
Cam’s palm. “You ruin all the fun, you know that?”

“I’m the original party pooper.”

With a quick turn of his wrist and a few tugs, Brenna’s
wrists were free. He untied her ankles. Just as she would have leapt from the
bed and reached for the robe on the floor beside it, Cameron placed a palm
between her bare collarbones.

“Not just yet.” Once he had her pinned to the bed, he said,
“I am sincerely sorry that no man has taken the time or care with you to give
you the pleasure you deserve. I’m sorry you have yet to figure out how to bring
yourself to orgasm.” He brushed a stray curl from her cheek. “I know it must
bother you. You must feel somewhat left out and…defective.”

Tears flooded Brenna’s eyes, and Cameron sucked in a shocked
breath. He’d hoped that he was close to the truth, but hadn’t imagined that he
was dead on. Her tears and pained expression said, however, that he was.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You’re not. It’s wrong for you
to go on suffering needlessly. We will help you discover what you need to find
fulfillment, if that’s what you want. But…” Cameron sighed, hating what he had
to say next. “Thorn is right. We need your help in return. Lawton worked with a
man named Julio Marco and others to traffic humans across the border and sell
them into slavery. I was Lawton’s arresting officer. Thorn is his bail
bondsman. We need Lawton to live up to his word to turn evidence for the state
so the victims can have justice. He must come in and provide the testimony he
promised. You’re our only hope of finding him.”

Brenna blinked. Tears ran down the sides of her face.
Cameron hurt for her. She was clearly confused, didn’t know who to trust or
what to do. He understood.

Cameron thumbed her tears away. “I would never want to hurt
you. I believe we can help you. In return, I hope you’re willing to help us.”
He leaned down and placed a gossamer kiss across her trembling lips. “Will
you?”