Silken Rapture (Princes of the Underground 2)

She stood there for several seconds next to the map, dazed and panting. It took her a moment to orient herself again, the experience of flying beneath the earth and Morshiel’s sharp stare had been so real.

“He’s below the Jubilee line. I know the approximate area,” Blaise said.

She looked up at him. He stared at the spot below where her fingers had just been resting. It surprised her to see that sweat had gathered on his brow, as well. He really had been side by side with her, sharing in the experience. A feeling of closeness to him—of a deep connection—swelled in her breast.

“He saw me,” she said.

He glanced at her anxiously. “I know. I have to go. Perhaps he’ll understand his location has been discovered. If he does, he’ll pull out before we get there.”

“Let me go with you,” she said when he started to leave. “I’ll be able to guide you with my touch once you get in the general area…help you find the entrance to his location.”

“No.”

“But—”

He surprised her by abruptly turning, reaching out and touching her face in a caress.

“I would never allow it. Never. You are far, far too valuable, Isabel. Far too precious.”

He blinked, as if he’d been surprised by his gruff outburst, before he turned and hurried out of the room. She stood motionless, staring after him for a full minute, still feeling the heat and imprint from his fingers on her cheek.

Aubrey had quickly learned that the sweetest treat of playing the role of traitor was Morshiel’s cock. It was an uncommonly beautiful cock, and the things Morshiel could do with it were sufficient alone to commit a lifetime of betrayal.

Presently, he was being given the privilege of sucking that cock—and it was a privilege, for Morshiel was selective about whom he chose for the pleasure. He shared this delightful duty with an uncommonly pretty mortal woman.

When Morshiel and the several Scourge had attacked Aubrey and Isi last night just a few feet away from Aubrey’s parked livery service, Aubrey had put up the show of a fight for Isi’s sake. Once Morshiel had knocked Isi unconscious, his mood had become almost boyishly ebullient.

They’d been in the process of stuffing Isi’s bleeding body into the back of the car when an unsuspecting woman had stepped around a stone column and seen them.

“Take her,” Morshiel commanded one of his revenants in a careless tone as he opened the passenger door of the car.

He’d noticed Aubrey’s uncomprehending glance. “She looks a tasty treat.”

Aubrey doubted the brown-haired female, whose name was Chesa, had long to live, but at least Morshiel had used his ascendancy to calm and arouse her. She appeared to be completely happy as she pistoned her mouth up and down Morshiel’s large, glistening member. Aubrey enjoyed watching the lusty display, and just when his longing overwhelmed him, Morshiel would chuckle and transfer his cock to him.

He did so now. Aubrey moaned in satisfaction at the feeling of Morshiel grabbing a handful of his hair before he thrust into his mouth. He was rougher with Aubrey than he was Chesa, bucking his hips and forcing his cockhead into Aubrey’s straining throat.

“That’s right. Show Chesa how a man gives head,” Morshiel ordered in a tone of dark satisfaction. “Show her how you like to get it.”

Aubrey knew how he liked it, so he gave it that way in return, making a meal out of prime cock, using his teeth occasionally in a subtle scrape that sent Morshiel to growl in a mixture of warning and bliss. He sucked until his jaws ached for it, enjoying being used to give Morshiel pleasure. He was triumphant when he felt his member swell even larger in his mouth, thirsty for come. Not because Morshiel’s semen was vitessence-rich, but because it was the tangible symbol of his satisfaction…of his power.

Suddenly, however, Morshiel held his head fast with his grip on his hair. His cock slid from Aubrey’s vacuuming mouth, but before it did, he felt a shock go through Morshiel’s body.

“What is it?” Aubrey asked sharply when he saw Morshiel turn his head.

“Someone was here.”

“What?” Aubrey asked, confused.

“I just saw…the woman.”

“Isabel?” Aubrey asked. He wasn’t sure how he knew to whom Morshiel referred. Perhaps it was the tinge of pure awe in Morshiel’s tone. Aubrey started to stand, alarmed and curious, but Morshiel turned quickly and pushed him back to his knees. His cock hung at an angle from his body, the swollen shaft and heavy head pulling it downward. Morshiel slid his hand along the back of it. When the woman moaned and opened red, puffy lips, he slid his cock between them.

“Morshiel? What are you doing? What did you mean you saw Isabel?” Aubrey asked, his mind spinning. Morshiel seemed too intent on his pleasure to answer, though. He glanced around Morshiel’s flexing hip and saw only the empty chamber. Had Morshiel been hallucinating his fantasies into reality? Surely he had been, for how could Isabel be here, in this secret chamber?

His attention fractured as a shudder went through Morshiel’s body. The woman gave a little stifled shriek, her eyes going wide, as Morshiel began to erupt. He held her long hair at her nape in a restraint and partially withdrew the convulsing member.

“Open wide,” Morshiel said in a quiet command.