“Where is my handler?”
“He’s monitoring the situation. As much as he can anyway.” He dropped my nipple when it became clear that I wasn’t going to cower to him. “I came to check on you. See how you are feeling the morning after you were so…” he paused, licking his lips and looking over my body again. “Deliciously fucked.”
I swallowed.
“Pussy alright?”
I clamped my legs together, “Where is Logan?”
“You still haven’t figured it out, have you?” Calvin said with a low chuckle, the sound resonating against the glass and sending the droplets of condensation down in a wave.
His laugh accentuated by one loud, hollow snore from Alan.
“Seems your poor handler got too connected,” Calvin said, and my stomach dropped to my toes. “He loved that pussy of yours too much. Loved the person it was connected to as well. I don’t think he expected to lose his claim on you to a bidding war.”
“Lose his claim?” The words were hollow. The same words that Logan had said the other night tightening my chest, my ass burning as though he was still spanking it.
“It’s kind of adorable how much you don’t know,” Calvin was back to staring at my chest again. “How innocent you are. Logan did a good job. A perfect, innocent virgin. Well, not a virgin anymore.”
He reached for me, his pale hand haunting in the dark, reflecting the ribbons of moonlight that were breaking through the clouds outside the window.
“No wonder Logan couldn’t stand to see you ravaged by a cock other than his own.” I froze as the tips of his fingers tapped against the mound between my legs, sending me quivering, but not in the way he assumed. “Now I’ll have to take that chance from him.”
Screw rules. Screw propriety. Screw this man and everything that I was supposed to be to him. To all of them.
I stepped back, furrowing my brow as I glared at him, “Where is Logan?”
“The doctor will be by later,” he said once his laugh had died down, “as will your first instructor.”
“Instructor?” My entire life had been spent in classes. Learning to be pretty, to dance, to flex and stretch and move.
All things that had come in good use last night, but I wasn’t sure what good an instructor would do right now. Well, unless…
I turned to the still snoring man, “Did I not do good enough?”
“Oh, you were perfect, I promise. But Mr. Greer did not purchase your virginity exclusively for his own use and he has asked for assistance to make the transition to join you with his companions easier on you. He has plans for you. Plans for him and his--”
“Womb?” I interrupted him, knowing I was liable to be punished for speaking out of turn, but I was starting to feel like a child.
After the auction, after last night, after everything that Calvin was saying; I was pretty sure I didn’t understand a damn thing about my life.
“Yes, Elney, you know what women are good for, don’t you?”
I bit my lip and nodded, at least he wasn’t pinching my nipple again. Although he probably would if I got it wrong. But how could I, the answer to this question had been drilled into my head every day for my entire life?
“To fuck. To breed.”
Calvin stepped forward again, but instead of grabbing my nipple he flattened his hand against my stomach, the cold of his hand even more chilling when mixed with the last of the sweat that covered me.
“Yes, but with your lineage… everyone is going to want a taste.”
His fingers were tapping against my abdomen, his thumb caressing the skin there. I stepped back, expecting him to slap me for my misbehavior this time. Except he didn’t move. He smiled.
“It wasn’t fate that he won your auction; that he will seed you.” I was sure coming from anyone else the words would be a purr. They would open up desire and need and a dripping wet. From Calvin, I didn’t want anything to do with any of it.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the first monster Aldric tamed. I’m talking about the Queen of Syn. The Queen of the Damned.” He really seemed to be enjoying this game. I was too freaked out to care.