“You all right, Vicki?” Jesse asked, smirking at her ripped clothing. “Better than that shirt, at least.”
“I don’t know,” Logan teased and grazed her exposed nipple with a finger. “I think the rips add a certain charm.”
She scowled. “A slutty charm, maybe.”
When Logan wiggled his eyebrows at her, she muttered, “Ass,” and tried not to smile. Try as she might, she couldn’t be angry with them, and that baffled her. She should have been enraged. They’d practically forced her to have sex, and in the woods no less. Oh really? Is that why when Eric gave you a chance to stop it, you begged him to finish? She flushed and hurried to Eric. She had to grab him by the wrist and yank him to stop, which halted everyone else as well. They really were a pack, she reminded herself.
“Yes?” His eyes gleamed with warmth as he stared at her.
She wanted to demand that the fivesome—God help me, a fivesome—never happen again. But she couldn’t deny she’d enjoyed it. “Explain the bite marks,” she said instead. She swallowed hard. “The marking. My cousin said it makes you crazy for Ravager sex. Is that true?”
Eric and the others exchanged a glance. “Not necessarily. The mark makes it easier for me to find you. It adds my scent to yours, so that any other Ravager will steer clear, knowing where you belong.”
“Like a possession?” Ice coated her words.
“Exactly. I own you, now. Accept it.”
She met him stare for stare. “You own me? Because this says otherwise.” She grazed his hardening cock with her fingers. Pleased she wasn’t the only one with an addiction, she let him go when his gaze narrowed and his breath grew shallow. “Looks to me like I own you, Prime.” She snorted with amusement, turned her back on him, and walked away.
She heard a scuffle and over her shoulder saw Dom holding him back. Not a smart move to show her back to the enemy, but this particular enemy seemed to thrive on challenge. Eric and the others had mentioned more than once how much they prized a fight. They were in for the fight of their lives if they thought she’d roll over and beg anytime soon.
Logan caught up to her. “Nice one.”
“Yeah,” Jesse said from her other side. He wore a grin, the first she’d seen on his somber face. “I think Dom was right about you.”
“Right about what?”
“Well, Dom knows things. He’s Eric’s guard. And the prime’s guard is totally in tune with the prime.”
“On a psychic level,” Logan explained.
“Right.” Jesse nodded. “Dom knows what Eric wants almost before he wants it. And Eric wants you.”
“As we can tell.” Logan snickered. “Man, it’s been a long time since any woman’s put him in his place.”
“Logan,” Jesse warned.
“I mean, Diana and Kate said no to him. But they’re packmates, not lovers. It’ll be interesting to see if your cousin can wrap Diana around his finger. Because you’ve already wrapped Prime around—”
His words were cut off when Eric pulled him away and shoved a fist into his gut.
Startled, Vicki automatically moved to intercede when Jesse caught her. “No. This is for Prime to handle. Logan talks too much.”
Logan clutched his belly and coughed. He glanced up before bowing his head low before Eric. Then he muttered something Vicki couldn’t hear. Apparently assuaged, Eric nodded and let him stand.
Eric strode to her and stopped. Vicki held her breath, waiting to see what he’d do to her. He did nothing but stare. The fire in his eyes reminded her of his energy, bright and blindingly beautiful. She wanted to kiss him all over again, to bend over and let herself be taken.
Aggravated with her stupid sex drive, she forgot caution and poked him in the chest. “What the hell was that—”
Eric stopped her words with a kiss that nearly had her climaxing. When he let her go a minute later, she stumbled. He grinned. “Welcome to the family, pet.”
Chapter Ten
Eric wanted to laugh out loud at Vicki’s obvious outrage. Damn, Vicki was hot. He wanted to fuck her again right now. Logan and his big mouth didn’t know the half of it. Coming inside her had been unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Oblivious to everything but Vicki, the feel, taste, and scent of her, Eric had come hard.
She’d had no qualms telling him she didn’t like feeling subservient. For an instant, she’d gotten under his skin. As if a mere female, a human at that, could bring the Ravager prime to his knees. Yet he knew the woman had power, more than those odd fluctuations of energy. Already he loathed parting from her.
He’d nearly torn Jesse a new one for leaving her alone in the house, even for a few minutes. It figured Malcolm had found her. Dom had put Malcolm in charge of security at the house, and the younger Ravager took his responsibilities seriously. New to the clan, Malcolm had been lucky enough to enter this world through a Void just two years ago. In the time since, he’d made a name for himself as a male few could resist.
Fortunately for Malcolm, Vicki had resisted. She hadn’t given him a chance to take what he would have wanted. No, his little Conduit manipulated Malcolm and gave them a stimulating chase.
Having caught her and had her, Eric might have thought she’d accept she couldn’t overpower them.
“You think calling me your pet is funny?” she demanded, fisting her hands on her hips. The fragrance of her anger mingled with the cream flowing between her thighs. He scented himself all over her and wanted to howl with delight. She wore his mark.
“Not funny. Sexy.”
She must have seen the sexual threat in his eyes because she took a few steps back before remembering to scowl at him. “We’re going to have to get a few things straight, buddy. Because taking someone’s table in a bar doesn’t amount to any…ownership.”
“Let’s save the argument for home,” Dom interrupted. “Unless you’d rather get fucked again out here?”
Trust Dom to put it bluntly. He and the others were hard as stone.
Vicki flushed. She crossed her arms, plumping her breasts beneath her half-torn shirt.
Eric had allowed her to dress because it made her feel better, and it somewhat shielded her from his carnal needs. Watching her tits bounce and her ass shake as they walked home would have seen Vicki fucked until she couldn’t walk. He didn’t want to introduce her to the clan unable to stand on her own two feet.
“I didn’t think so.” Dom took her by the arm and forced her to walk.
Logan and Jesse transformed into their full guer and took off ahead of them. Ravagers he’d taken in as pups, he called them pack, but he hadn’t claimed them. Only Dom held such a deep place in his heart and in his guer. The others in his pack belonged, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that the pair weren’t meant to stay his forever. And the Void love them, Diana and Kate would one day claim their own males and start their own packs.
“Why did they do that?” Vicki asked in a low voice, glancing after Logan and Jesse.
“Does it bother you?” Eric asked, curious.
“What?”
“Our guer, our fighting spirit that others can see?”