Room Eight

As if an eight-point-five earthquake shakes my world I am thrown off balance as my reality shifts. I don’t care what others think. I want this. I want them. Taboo, cliche, and against the family credence of sleeping with the enemy. None of it matters. Belle was right. If I want something I need to reach for it.

Lev leisurely slips those curious fingers between my legs and pets my wet pussy.

“Still wet for us, beautiful?” he purrs.

He knows damn well I am.

“If you heard everything, then you know what we need,” Gregor draws in his Russian accent. “Let’s take this to a room. I want to get you naked and see your delicious body take our cocks.”

I swear with all my being my heart drops to the carpeted floor between my feet.

After mentally collecting my wits and the pieces of my thumping heart I find my voice and nerve buried under piles of doubt.

This is it, Sapphire. Time to be bold.

“You need a breeder,” I state firmly. “You’re right. I can help with that.”

Elyah takes my face in his hands. “We’ll need a contract first.”