Silken Rapture (Princes of the Underground 2)

All thoughts of alarm at Morshiel’s strange behavior were erased from Aubrey’s brain as he watched him ejaculate on the woman’s tongue. When Chesa struggled to swallow the emissions, Morshiel tightened his grip and stretched her neck back. He shuddered and another thick dollop of semen spilled into the pool. Morshiel withdrew his cock, but kept his hold on the female.

Without thinking or waiting for permission, Aubrey leaned over and covered the woman’s mouth with his own. He kissed her deeply, sharing the spills of

their joint conquest. His intensely carnal nature made him appreciate the woman’s human warmth and flavor twining with the essence of Morshiel like few others could. He felt Morshiel’s hand in his hair as well, pushing him toward the woman. The dark chuckle above them added spice to an already exciting moment.

By the time Morshiel tugged on his hair, Aubrey had completely lost himself in the sensual experience.

He blinked dazedly as Morshiel abruptly released him and strode away, his long, naked body magnificent to behold.

“We have to leave,” Morshiel said as he whisked on a pair of pants. “Blaise is coming.”

“What? Are you mad?” Aubrey asked as he stood.

“I’m not mad,” Morshiel barked. “I told you I saw the woman.”

“But I thought you’d imagined it. Why did you continue to…” he waved vaguely at Chesa, who still knelt naked on the oriental carpet, her eyes shiny and dazed from arousal.

“I was about to come,” Morshiel said, staring at Aubrey like he was stupid for even asking the question.

Aubrey had the wherewithal to shut his gaping mouth. What right did he have to accuse Morshiel for his selfish foolishness? He’d been just as greedy. He rose and quickly dressed, intent on getting to the chamber where Isi was being kept. If they were to relocate, Aubrey’s sole focus was to make sure their captive went safely along with them.

In addition to assuring that Blaise never caught him in Morshiel’s lair, of course.

“Let me understand you correctly,” he said to Morshiel as he approached him. “You say you ‘saw’ Isabel. She wasn’t in her physical form, though?”

Morshiel shook his head, scowling. “No. But it wasn’t like a dream, either. It didn’t hit me until after I’d finished coming that she seemed conscious. It was more like she was doing a remote viewing or something.”

“She is powerful,” Aubrey murmured, thinking. “If she was conscious of what she saw—”

“She might tell Blaise. We need to get out of here,” Morshiel finished grimly. He barked for a revenant servant as he started to leave the chamber.

“Wait…Morshiel,” Aubrey called.

Morshiel spun around, impatient. “Do you want Blaise to find you here, fool?” he snapped.

“No. But what do we do with Chesa? We can’t just leave her here.”

Annoyance flickered across Morshiel’s handsome features. “You,” he shouted when a hideous male revenant entered. This particular Scourge possessed a fogged, manic-like gaze, multiple tattoos of blood-dripping blades, long, bushy black hair, and unusually long, sharp incisors protruding over meaty lips. Morshiel pointed at Chesa, who had started to rise from her kneeling position, fear glazing her delicate features at the sight of the Scourge revenant.

“Dinner if you want it, but make quick work of her. My clone is coming. If you linger too long over your meal, Blaise will take your head off, and good riddance to you if you allow it,” Morshiel said in a clipped tone as he strode out of the chamber.

“I’ll retrieve our prisoner,” Aubrey called after Morshiel, referring to Isi who remained heavily sedated. Aubrey had managed to get a great deal of information out of Isi, not by torture, which he found to be crude and ineffective. Instead, he’d used a mixture of drugs concocted in his laboratory and his own very powerful brand of telepathic control. He knew of only a handful of beings—human or otherwise—who could have resisted his mind invasion.

When Aubrey mentioned Isi, Morshiel paused, shrugged impatiently and stalked away, obviously intent on escape. Aubrey wasn’t surprised. He’d shared only a small portion of the valuable information Isi had imparted with Morshiel. Morshiel obviously didn’t have much faith in the value of Aubrey’s plans.

Those truths were nuggets of pure gold, and they were Aubrey’s treasure.

He started to follow Morshiel, noticing the Scourge revenant had latched a crazed, hungry gaze on Chesa. The sound of Chesa screaming behind him was abruptly silenced by a loud, harsh growl. Aubrey paused, wincing in regret. The woman’s taste still lingered in his mouth. But so did Morshiel’s, and there was little doubt which flavor signified power.

He left the chamber, intent on retrieving Isi and fleeing for his life.

Blaise rallied every Literati available at Sanctuary for the attack beneath the Jubilee line. Whoever didn’t immediately respond to his telepathic command was left behind, however. Absolute haste was required if they were going to have a chance of saving Isi.

Unfortunately Blaise could think of no other way to access the portion of the Jubilee tunnel he sought without using the public entrance. He paused before a flight of steps, eighteen of the Literati crowding around him.

“It’s rush hour. The platform is going to be packed,” he murmured softly as dozens of harried-looking people rushed past the group of them, some casting annoyed glances their way, others curious ones. They likely made an odd assemblage, nineteen men blocking the steps, their warrior status sensed if not seen by some perceptive humans. “Plan to use your ascendancy to cloak us from the crowd’s awareness. We can’t wait for the eastbound train to leave and the platform to be cleared. We need to move immediately. Morshiel is close. I sense him below. When we reach the platform, all of you wait while I scout the tunnel for the entrance I’m looking for. As soon as I find it, I’ll signal for you to follow.”

The men nodded. A moment later, they strode into the ultramodern Southwark underground tube station. Blaise concentrated hard on encouraging the hoard of people’s gazes to bounce right off their group, making it so the image of them didn’t stick in human consciousness. They passed the waiting crowd without incident. No one uttered a word of surprise when Blaise leapt down into the dark tunnel.