Skin Walkers: Taken (6 page)

Chapter 10

Rohm knew she was going to fight him even before her body tensed.  Clearly, she hadn’t paid attention to that portion of her training where the women were warned not to fight or run from a Keeper.  They were dominant males after all, and were excited by the prospect of a fight or a chase.  Even as Nyree struggled beneath him, he felt himself becoming aroused.  Worse, Zavier had taken notice and was urging him to claim her, but he couldn’t…and he hated it. 

The moment Rohm laid eyes on Nyree he wanted her, but Fatal had warned all Keepers that the females on the teams were off limits.  He couldn’t have her, and it was infuriating.  He’d tried everything he could think of to get the woman to quit the team.  If she left, he could have her, or at the very least stop obsessing over her.  She was too stubborn though, and refused to quit the team, no matter how hard Rohm rode her.  He was convinced she was fully aware of his plan, and refused to quit the team because she either simply wasn’t interested in him, which was insulting to his Keeper pride, or she enjoyed making him suffer, which only served to enrage him further.  He
hated
the fact that she was on the team.  No Keeper worth his Sentry would ever permit his female to engage in battle, yet humans did it so easily. 
Fucking cowards! 

He wanted her so badly he often had difficulty breathing in her presence.  She smelled of warm, cinnamon-coated apples, and it was more than distracting; it was torture.  Spending every day with her assigned as his partner was sheer agony.  His cock literally ached at the end of the day, and his back teeth hurt from clenching so hard. 
Damn Fatal and his rules!

Even as badly as he wanted her, he still couldn’t figure out how to get her off the team and have her still see him as a potential mate after.  He was a large Keeper, and stronger than most.  He’d make a good mate and protector, but it seemed as though Nyree was averse to him from the start.  At first, he thought it was his coloring.  He was much lighter in skin tone, and his hair and eyes were the exact opposite of Nyree’s raven hair and chocolate eyes.  By the Gods he wanted her, and it was getting harder and harder to resist, especially now that they were captives and she needed his protection.  The thought brought a scowl to his face.  No wonder she didn’t want him, he’d failed her.  Here she sat having been attacked,
twice,
and he hadn’t done a thing to protect her.

“Be still,” he growled as her supple little body writhed under his.  It was sweet agony.  How many nights had he lain awake thinking of their bodies in this very position without the annoyance of clothes between them?  He hardened further, and she stilled as her belly brushed against his erection.

When he finally looked down at her, her wide brown eyes were filled with disbelief that quickly transitioned to fear.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He couldn’t help but smooth a hand down her hair.  He’d been wanting to touch it for weeks, and it was softer than he’d imagined.  “Relax,” he commanded, as he dropped his gaze to the two small hands that were now clamped over her breasts.  Gaze locked with hers, he used a hand to peel hers away, noting that she refused to meet his gaze as she slowly lowered her fisted hands. 

“You…” There was a tremor to her voice that bit at his heart.  “You don’t have to do this.”

He wanted to tell her that it was his duty to protect and heal her, but he’d already failed her, so he simply lowered his head and took the damaged nipple into his mouth.  The sight of it enraged him.  Something so delicate and beautiful had been brutalized to spur him into action, and he hated that Nyree had been hurt simply to provoke him.

Rolling the nipple gently over his tongue he felt it pebble, and he couldn’t throttle the rolling rumble that vibrated up from his chest.  The dusky hue had been covered with an offending crimson, and he hated it.  He hated the sight of Nyree’s blood, but wouldn’t deny that he reveled in the taste of it.  He knew now that if he claimed her…bit into her, just exactly what she’d taste like.  She was sweet, and he had to force his lips to release her breast with one last lick before he began suckling at her like a baby cub.

Sitting back on his heels, the sight of her spread out before him was heart stopping.  The gown was still stretched below her breasts, her pert nipples thrusting into the air as her legs straddled his big body.  She kept her head tilted to the side, refusing to meet his gaze, but her ragged breathing told him she was just as affected by the encounter as he.

Dropping his eyes, Rohm inched lower at an agonizingly slow pace.  Nyree’s breathing quickened uncontrollably, and she fought to remain still.  Her hands were curled into such tight fists he could see her nails digging half-crescents into her palms.

***

Dipping down, Rohm’s lips brushed her inner thigh, and if Nyree didn’t know better, she would have sworn he had just kissed her.  The thought was chased away when he moved higher.  His head firmly buried between her thighs, she could feel the stubble on his jaw snag on the flimsy material of her gown.  He shoved it away and she swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t scent how aroused she’d become at his ministrations.  She shouldn’t have, she knew his actions weren’t sexual in nature, but apparently her body didn’t understand.

With tender, meticulous care, she felt Rohm tend the wound just beside her sex.  His tongue was hot and wet and without warning, her mind flashed to an image of that tongue sliding into her.  She bit her lip hard, turning her head further to the side, her eyes pinching closed as she tried to focus on something else,
anything
else.  It was too late.  Hot breath fanned her skin.  As his mouth worked, his cheek brushed against her clit and she moaned.  Heat pooled between her legs, and she felt her panties dampen. 

Rohm’s head between her legs stilled.  With what felt like a one last kiss, he slowly turned his head and, to Nyree’s horror, he buried his nose against her sex.  Her eyes snapped open. 

Nuzzling his face into her panties, Rohm breathed in deep and she tunneled her hands into his hair, trying to pull him away.  Instead, he growled with his lips pressed against her and she nearly came as her back arched, her fingers releasing their hold on him to slam against the concrete floor at her sides.

“Rohm!” she breathed.  Her plan was to talk him out of his inspection, but all thought fled when the crotch of her panties was nosed aside and that same hot tongue that had tended her wounds licked through her wet folds, slow and deep.

She gave up on trying to control her breathing and holding back the feminine moans that escaped her parted lips.  Instead, she tried to focus on stopping herself from having an orgasm.  Her voice, when she was able to speak, came out impossible breathy. “You should...” 
Keep doing that,
her body screamed. 
No!  I’ve gotta make him stop!

His tongue began pumping in and out of her, fucking her, and she lost all thought as her hands found his hair again, this time to hold on.  One strong hand gripped her uninjured thigh, spreading her farther before she felt fingers curl around the crotch of her panties and pull them further aside. 

His tongue licked through her lips and up to her clit where it flattened, stroking back and forth.  It was too much! 

“Oh God!  ROHM!”  Nyree gasped, as she threw her head back, and had the most intense orgasm of her life.

Rohm’s tongue left her clit and returned to her sopping pussy to lap at her cream, a rumble vibrating on his lips like a giant purr.

“Finish it!”

The voice hit them like ice water.  Rohm jerked back, crawling over a sprawled Nyree, caging her under his body as he snarled at the intruder.  Beneath him, Nyree struggled to right her panties and gown before her head snapped up and she was humiliated to find Chambers and his guard watching them.

How long have they been here!
  She felt her cheeks flame and her eyes flood in humiliation.

“I said finish it,” Chambers ordered. “Seed the female.”

“She is injured!” Rohm’s voice sounded so animalistic that Nyree pulled her eyes from the freaks standing outside the cage to stare at the Keeper hovering over her.  His typically clear eyes were nearly black.

“Your tongue heals her.”

“You cut too deep,” Rohm snarled.  “She needs time.”

“How
long?”

“I’ll need to lick her again.”

Nyree shuddered at the prospect.  She couldn’t do this again.

“How.  Long?”

“Two days,” Rohm snapped.

“You have one,” Chambers countered, as he turned and headed for the door.  “You seed her tomorrow, or she dies.”

Rohm roared at the closing door.

Alone and still pinned under Rohm, Nyree tried to inch out from under him, but his hands on her hips stilled her.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”  She turned her head, so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye.  Silence reigned for several moments with Rohm’s hands still on her hips before Nyree asked, “Can you let me up?”

He released her and she felt cold air hit her when his body eased back from her own.

“Nyree,” Rohm began, but she cut him off.

“Please don’t.”  She started pacing the cell.  “Not right now, Rohm.  Please just…don’t.”  And she kept pacing.  For hours she walked the length of the cage hoping they’d be rescued, hoping they’d be fed, hoping they’d get water.  Mostly, she wanted Rohm to stop staring at her.  For as long as she paced, he sat with his back pressed into the bars, his forearms resting on his upraisd knees as he watched her.  She swore his eyes didn’t leave her once and it was unsettling.  Neither of them spoke and finally,
mercifully,
the lights in the basement extinguished with an audible ‘thunk’.

Chapter 11

Slowly lowering to her knees, Nyree reached a hand out behind her, trying to find the bars of the cage while her other hand pulled the front of the ridiculous gown up and held it clamped to her front.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to find the cell.”

“It’s to your left,” Rohm offered.

Nyree reached for it and froze.  “How do you know?”

“All Keepers can see in the dark.”

She felt heat flooding her cheeks.  It was disconcerting knowing he could see her, but she couldn’t see him.  Dropping her hand, she slid to her left.

“Why are you trying to find the cell?”

“Because it’s bed time.”  She’d planned on propping herself up in the corner again, but Rohm clearly had other ideas.  Hands gripped her hips once again, she was tugged across the floor.  Before she could protest, she was pulled down and wrapped in the cocoon of Rohm’s body.

“You sleep here now.”

Now?
  She didn’t know what that meant, but didn’t fight him.  She knew it’d be cold again, and if he didn’t let Zavier lose, she’d probably freeze.  Confused at his sudden change, she forced herself to relax as he adjusted her so her back was pressed into him and his bicep pillowed her head.  Her stomach grumbled, and she placed a hand over it.  They hadn’t been fed or given any water and Nyree noticed that she was growing tired more easily.  It didn’t help that the asshole, wannabe “Doctor” kept cutting her.

“They will feed us tomorrow,” Rohm assured from behind her, his voice so deep that his chest rumbled.

She didn’t question him, just hoped he was right.  She was starving and thirsty as hell but felt bad for Rohm.  At least she’d gotten a drink of water when they’d let her use the bathroom.  He’d gone without.

“Your wounds should be mostly healed by morning,” he whispered against her ear.

“But, you told that sick fuck…”

“I lied.”

Wrapped in Rohm’s warmth, Nyree relaxed and thought about what was to come.  The bastard was adamant that Rohm “seed” her, and to her mortification, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have the massive Keeper fucking into her.
No! No way was she allowing herself to be bred like a dog while that bastard watched and gloated!
Clamping down on her thoughts, she forced herself to think of an escape plan until she finally drifted off.  Somewhere just between cognizance and slumber, she swore she heard Rohm rumble, “You are mine now, Nyree.  I’ll never let you go.”

***

Nyree woke to Rohm’s big body shifting behind her. 

“Wake up,” he whispered.

He gently pulled his arm from under her head as she blinked into the darkness.  “What’s happening?”  She tried to sit up, but a hand on her chest kept her pinned flat.

“I need to inspect your wounds.”

What?
  “No.”  As she reached for her skirt, her top was pulled down.  “Rohm!”  One hand left her skirt to yank her top back up.  Then two hands were spreading her thighs.  She fought to clamp them shut.  “Stop it,” she hissed. 

“Do you want to do this with the lights on, and them watching?” he asked from somewhere so close to her face she felt his breathe fan her cheeks.

Still too groggy from sleep and her abrupt awakening, Nyree couldn’t control the emotion that surged to the fore.  “I don’t want to do it at all,” she whispered, her voice faltering.

In the darkness above her, she felt him rumble before she heard it.  “I know you do not like me, Nyree, but I won’t allow them to watch us again.  You need to be healed, and I am going to see to your needs.  Spread your legs for me.”

She stalled for long moments, debating, before finally inching her thighs apart in invitation.  Rohm didn’t bother easing into it.  He went straight for her core, and memories of what he could do with his tongue came flooding back in a heated pool that hit her hard and had her instantly aching with need.

Damn it!
  She tried to steel herself.  She wasn’t a damn virgin, she could handle a man licking her knee, or thigh, or even an inch away from her needy pussy…couldn’t she?  Trying to focus on something else, she panted, “And…and I don’t dislike you.”

Rohm growled.

“I-I don’t know why you s-said that!”  Okay, talking was too much, and it was a good thing she’d given up on conversation because at her words, Rohm began licking her with purpose.  He was gentle, but demanding.  Turning his head, his chin rubbed against her suddenly interested clit. 
Oh God, not again!

Without warning, his nose nudged aside her panties and his tongue sluiced through her wet folds.

“Aaaah,” Nyree breathed on a sigh.  It wasn’t what she’d intended.  She was going to tell him to stop, but couldn’t deny the pleasure that coursed through her.  She should have cared where they were, that there were cameras, that they weren’t even supposed to like each other.  She didn’t. 

He stopped licking and rose over her, caging her beneath him.  His breathing was labored, and she was certain he was pressed closer to her than he needed to be.

One of her hands slid up his arm, as if of its own accord, and curled over a massive rounded shoulder.  She struggled to convince herself that those were not her nipples rubbing against his chest even as a soft moan slipped from her parted and eager lips.

“Nyree.” The word came out rough.  “I-I need to give you something.”

She needed to drop her hand and stop rubbing against him like a damn contented cat, but she was aching to feel him inside her, and she was having difficulty registering his words.  “Give,” she breathed.  “Give it to me, Rohm.”

“Your wounds are nearly healed,” Rohm whispered.  “We need a way out, and they’ll never let me out of this cage.”

She could only focus on parts of what he was saying. 
Nearly healed?
“Then why’d you lick me again?”

Rohm shifted over her, and she couldn’t miss the undeniable ridge of his hard cock at the vee of her legs.  “I had to taste you again.  You are…
addicting
.” 

Unsure what to say to the confession, Nyree smiled up at him.  “Your tongue is addicting too.”  When he didn’t move she licked her lips. “I want you inside me.” 

This close to him, with her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she watched as his brows furrowed.  “You’re…you’re sure?”

His expression was odd, and the question even more so.

“Yes,” she replied, but now she was confused at his reaction to her words.  Maybe he…

“Take off your panties,” Rohm ordered, as he pulled back into the darkness away from her.

Nyree shuddered at the velvety command even as her hands quickly found the lacy strips at her hips and pushed down.  She didn’t even get the flimsy material to her knees before two fingers slid into her pussy.  She gasped, as much from the unexpectedness as from the pleasure.

“You are ready for me.”

It wasn’t a question, and Rohm pulled his fingers free seconds before Nyree felt the broad tip of his cock probing for entrance.  He stilled, his voice nearly inaudible as he asked, “Nyree?”

She wanted him inside of her more than she wanted her next breath.  “Give it to me,” she whispered.

Rohm pushed into her slowly, and as she stretched, Nyree moaned and curled her hands to claw at his shoulders.  His pace was slow and easy, his cock large enough to stretch and fill her, but not so big it hurt.

Many thoughts flashed through Nyree’s mind as the Keeper slowly filled her.  She wondered if her birth control would still work with a Keeper’s seed.  She wondered if the cameras were equipped with night vision.  Surprisingly, the idea of being watched made her wetter, and Rohm growled his appreciation as his mouth found the side of her throat.  He nuzzled, nipped, and licked as his hips rocked into her.

As her pleasure built, Nyree wondered what this would mean for them.  She was growing attached to Rohm, and was honestly surprised when he’d confessed that he thought she disliked him.  It would explain why he’d been so distant and outright angry. She thought he was the one who hated
her
. Now, she was beneath him as he tunneled into her, and she never could have guessed that this screwed-up mission would find her fucking her partner.

Pushing the thought back, Nyree focused on how good the hard length of Rohm’s cock felt.  The sounds of wet sex and heavy breathing filled the air.  She tried to stifle her feminine mewls of pleasure, but was mostly unsuccessful, especially with Rohm’s hands exploring every inch of her body.  Large hands kneaded her breasts, cautious of her wounded nipple.  Then his lips were on hers.

Rohm quickened his pace, and Nyree could feel her womb tightening.  She was close.  Her lips found Rohm’s shoulder and she licked him.  He growled, and she wasn’t sure if that meant he liked it or not, but she didn’t care as she suddenly came hard.  Her teeth bit into his shoulder to stifle a scream as her pussy clenched around the iron length of him.  Rohm pumped into her faster, his balls slapping off her ass.  A few thrusts, then he was roaring so loud that it hurt her ears.

Pulling her mouth from his shoulder she crooned, “Shhhhh!”  She was shocked as she felt him erupt deep inside her.  It wasn’t like anything she’d experienced before as his hands clamped on her hips and he thrust harder, inching impossibly further into her as his seed shot deep inside of her.  She could feel his cock pulsing, but that wasn’t what was odd.  It was the heat and strength of his ejaculation that didn’t seem to stop.  His hands tightened on her hips, holding her trapped tightly against him.  He was filling her with his seed, and she could only accept his offering as his straining thighs held her spread wide so that he was buried deep inside the heart of her womb.

She began to panic when, after long moments, Rohm remained rigid as his body convulsed, his cock throbbing within her with each warm blast of his release. Lying on top of her, still locked deep, Rohm snarled with each seizure of his body as the heated blasts prolonged her orgasm, sending her toppling over and over into sensory overloaded bliss.  She’d never come so long, or so hard, and it was frightening in its intensity.  “R-Rohm!” she barely breathed as he continued to jet inside her.  It was too much, too deep.  He was filling her as she’d never been filled before.  So much so, she could literally feel her lower abdomen heating.

With one last thrust, Rohm bent over her, his lips brushing against the satiny column of her throat as he growled, “
Mine!” 

Shock and pain dampened Nyree’s weakened state of contentment and she jerked when Rohm’s sharp teeth bit into her throat.  Her hands slammed to his chest as she tried to push him off, her eyes widening in fear when a bright flash erupted between their bodies and she felt something hot pouring onto her chest.  What was he doing?  Was Zavier trying to get loose?  He’d crush her!  She panicked, fighting to break free of Rohm’s teeth locked in her throat, and his hard cock locked deep in her pussy. 

At her throat, Rohm growled and bit down a little more, stilling Nyree as she whimpered, “Rohm!”  She knew better than to fight a Keeper.  They were predators, and he clearly wanted her submission.  With him still in command of her pussy and throat, Nyree attempted to go limp in hopes of showing him her willingness to surrender to him.

The heat she felt on her chest intensified, growing to an almost unbearable temperature, renewing her fight against the teeth embedded in her throat. She could feel blood running down her neck, and she bucked under him, desperate to get free, only partially aware that she was impaling herself on his rigid cock, evoking groans of pleasure from the Keeper’s lips at her throat.  Her own pleasure surged. 

One of Rohm’s hands slid from her back to cup her ass as he slowly pulled his teeth free and began to fuck her outright.

The pleasure of him pounding into her warred with the numbness at her neck and the heat that was slowly subsiding in her chest.  At her ear, Rohm growled, “You are
mine
now, Nyree.”  He licked at her wound, lapping at the blood running freely down her neck before his lips found her hardened nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, his hips moving faster as he plunged deeper. 

Hands still clawed into his shoulders, Nyree threw her head back and arched violently as she came again.  She didn’t understand how he could have taken her pain and fear and turned it into something that felt so right.  One moment her nails were digging into his flesh in an attempt to get him off her, and the next she was clinging to him for dear life, urging him closer.

Rohm tossed his head back and roared as he once again began filling her. 
Seed her
…it made sense now.  Strong jets shot over and over as he once again clamped large hands on her hips, holding her in place, forcing her to take all he gave.

Long minutes later, Rohm slowly pulled free of Nyree and, before she could protest, he scooped her into his arms.  Carrying her to somewhere in the cage he placed her on her feet before stepping back.  Light flared as Zavier sprang free, then Rohm was gently lowering her to the ground, settling her body between his and Zavier’s.  She was wrapped in a cocoon of strong Keeper and his warm furred Sentry.  Dazed, she wordlessly accepted their warmth and protection.

She didn’t complain when Rohm pulled her tighter into his frame as he spooned her against his body.  Part of her was indignant at the savage way he’d bitten her, but she’d enjoyed the sex so much that she couldn’t help but wonder if it was how all Keepers made love.