Do Or Die [Nuworld 4] (3 page)

publicly. Small children, dirtier than any child Ana had ever seen, walked among the

adults either trying to sell them some small trinket or rob their pockets and run. Gunfire

and hysterical laughing filled the air and people everywhere shouted at each other.

Ana realized, as she studied her surroundings with a careful eye, that she was out

of her element. This was a dangerous scene for dangerous people. There was no one

around to stop these people from doing anything they wished. Ana wasn’t often scared,

but this crowd could turn into a crazed mob with the slightest motivation. Caution was

certainly merited.

As darkness fell, Lara guided her into a circle of tents where long tables were set up

and scantily clothed barmaids hurried around serving drinks. The two she-witches

caught everyone’s attention, and Ana could feel the power these people gave them by

their instant fear and respect. She followed Lara down one of the rows, studying the

faces of the men and women who filled the tables, drinking and laughing.

“Look over here,” Lara pointed. “Let’s see what we can find to amuse ourselves.”

A group of men surrounded a table, cheering on two men as they arm-wrestled.

The air reeked of testosterone. Ana thought with amusement that they looked like a

large group of Gothman, whooping it up after a long day of war games. Lara sauntered

through the group of large muscular men, eyeing each one of them as though on a

shopping spree. Ana couldn’t help smile at her promiscuous behavior.

“I brought some of my love potion,” she whispered into Ana’s ear and then

chuckled. “Not that these brutes would need any to satisfy me tonight. How about you,

sister? Do you see anything you like?”

Ana caught herself studying the backside of the man behind Lara. “Oh, I’d say

there’s plenty here to like.” And to be afraid of, she thought, as she saw incredible

muscles move through the shirt.

She made eye contact with a blond-haired man with a full blond beard and deep

chocolate eyes. Lust danced in his eyes as he smiled at her and she managed a shy smile

back before turning toward Lara. She’d disappeared through the group of men

however, and Ana had to step around several men to catch up with her. She needed to

get control of herself here. She couldn’t let any of these men see her fear or she’d be in

trouble for sure. But, more importantly, she couldn’t let Lara see that she was anything

other than completely calm and in control of the situation.

“Hey, she-witch,” a painted-faced woman whose body looked a lot younger than

her face, yelled at her. “You’re ruining my atmosphere here, tramp. Scoot on out of

here. My men here will all go limp with fear.”

Laughter roared around the painted lady. Ana stared the woman down and an ugly

brute sitting next to her stuck his hand down the top of her shirt and grabbed one of her

breasts. She let out an exaggerated groan, and at the same time, gave Ana a triumphant

sneer.

Obviously not everyone feared she-witches in this sordid environment.

“An-nea, come over here.”

Ana closed her cape around her, giving the impression that she floated through the

people. It took some effort to find Lara.

“You need to loosen up.” Lara twisted her own cape around her fingers and

wrapped her arm around Ana’s shoulder. “Look at all the fun we can have here. Here, I

got you a drink.”

Ana absently took a drink from the mug Lara handed her and looked up quickly as

the sweet liquid saturated her insides. Heat rushed through her body and she felt the

warmth impair her vision. Lara’s sultry chuckle surrounded Ana.

“My love potion. Everyone is drinking it. I took some too. We’ll turn this place into

an orgy before long.” Lara’s words floated through the air until they reached Ana’s ears

and then entered slowly. “Come on, I think there are some Gothman here. I can just

imagine how those virile men will act on this potion.”

Ana allowed Lara to lead her through the men. She no longer saw them staring at

her or heard their conversations. Everything around her seemed to be swarming. She

knew Lara’s “love potion” was an opium-based drug, enhanced with natural

aphrodisiacs that made it more of a lust potion. As her senses slowly cleared, and she

was able to see and hear clearly again, she was acutely aware of the warmth that tingled

through her body and the heat that slowly rose in between her legs.

“Check these guys out over here.” Lara’s voice once again spoke into her ear but

Ana hadn’t noticed that she was right next to her. She could see how people might view

this strong drug as magic. Her senses were definitely altered.

Lara reached out to a man who sat with his back to them and pulled his hair until

his head fell back. He turned quickly and grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap and

burying his head into her breasts.

“See what I mean,” she said, as she laughed and pushed the man’s head further into

her chest. “What do you think of this one?” She leaned over, giving the man better

access to her breast, and pulled on the arm of the man sitting next to her. He had his

drink in his other hand and slammed it down, allowing some of the drugged brew to

dribble down either side of his mouth. Then, turning, he focused deep blue eyes on

Ana.

She couldn’t hide her shock. It was Gilroy.

“I knew you’d be impressed.” Lara chuckled softly as the man holding her stood up

and threw her over his shoulder. Ana fought to stifle a gasp. She stood face to face with

Andru.

Gilroy
stood up also and stared down at her. There was a thick haze covering his

sky-blue eyes and she couldn’t tell if he was that drugged or if it was her vision that

impaired her view.

“Come here, she-witch,” he growled and picked her up, wrapping his steely arm

around her waist and placing his hand on her bottom as he tossed her easily over his

shoulder.

Didn’t he recognize her?

“Let the party begin.” Lara waved at Ana as Andru carried her through the crowd.

“We’ll trade after a while, okay, sister?”

Ana couldn’t tell where Gilroy took her until they reached one of the heavily

draped tents that bordered the circle. The noise of the crowd subdued once he let the

heavy canvas fall closed, and it took her a minute to adjust her eyes in the darkness of

the tent. He pulled her off his shoulder, and she realized then that a large amount of

pillows covered the floor in the corner, with several animal skins draped over them.

“So she-witch, a Gothman isn’t enough for you? You feel a need to drug me with

your potions to satisfy your cravings?”

“Gilroy,” she tried to say, but his mouth crushed hers and his hands expertly

reached inside her cape and pulled her shirt free from her pants.

She hadn’t realized he’d unzipped her leather pants, until he tugged them free from

her body. He slid them off her legs and tossed them to the side. Seconds later, she felt

her shirt leave her body as well. He threw her onto the bed and followed her down.

“Let me see my prize,” he said as he pulled away from her and spread her cape

open so it draped around her on the pillows.

She stared up at him, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. “What type of

evil magic are you using?”

“Gilroy,” she said again, but he stopped her once more with an aggressive kiss,

while his fingers quickly worked their way inside her.

It had been less than a cycle since they last made love, but she might as well have

been with a different man. The gentle but demanding lover she knew was now

aggressive and harsh. He thrust inside her with his fingers hitting her precisely where

he needed to, but in a way he’d never done before.

Although she was sure it was drug-induced, she climaxed, reaching a state of

arousal like she never had before. Within seconds, she arched her back and exploded

into submission. He opened his eyes, watching her mouth shape into a silent scream,

while she shoved herself onto his fingers.

When his fingers slid out of her, he left an emptiness that had to be filled. She tried

to sit up but with a quick movement he shoved her back onto the pillows.

“Stay,” he barked, using a tone he used when issuing orders to his men.

Being commanded turned her on more than she realized it would. Lying back, she

watched him disrobe, and her gaze dropped, her mouth suddenly too moist as she

stared at how large and hard he was.

He entered her then and groaned loudly as she tightened around him, pulling him

further inside her.

She lost herself in him. Gilroy brought her to an orgasm that surpassed the one

she’d just experienced. She clawed his back, unable to hold back her scream. He

gripped her legs so hard she was sure he would bruise her and then pulled them apart.

He stretched her so far she thought she might break and then screamed again when he

slammed into her with such force she could feel him in her throat. His movements were

slow and deliberate at first. She opened her eyes in disbelief when his thrusting

increased and he lifted her bottom off the ground and spread her legs even further. He

kneeled over her with a sneer on his face she’d never seen before. He was using her as

he would a whore and it had never felt better. As he thrust into her faster and the drug

lazily saturated through her, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride until she felt

scorching white heat consume her and then Gilroy growled fiercely as he came inside

her. He finally released her legs and collapsed on top of her, filling her senses with his

smell. He held her for a minute, both of them covered in sweat.

“I think you’ve scarred my back, she-witch,” Gilroy growled as he pulled off her

and leaned back on his knees.

She lay on the pillows, her legs draped around his, and watched his muscular body

with appreciation as he arched his back and reached around to touch his wounds. There

was a thick fog covering his sky-blue eyes as he made eye contact with her briefly but

then lowered his eyes to her breasts and then to the damp hair in between her legs.

“You want more, don’t you?” He grinned with his eyes downcast, and his fingers

began stroking her.

“Gilroy, look at me.”

“I am, she-witch, but you won’t captivate me further by using my name.”

“No, look at my eyes.”

“You won’t pull me further into your magic, you little witch.” His laugh was

dangerous.