Page 55 of Sinful Mates

Tobias motions with a nod to the passenger seat of the car. "Get in. I'll take you home. We can chat on the way." Tobias lets go of me, and Theo immediately grabs me, the coldness of his hands making me shiver.

I don't speak. Tobias gets in the car and drives it off, leaving me alone with this stranger. Theo tugs my arm, forcing me toward the house. He takes my injured wrist. I shake with fear and pain, groaning with every tense step up the veranda stairs. My legs have gone through a meat grinder.

Theo scowls at me, probably not understanding why I’m so slow. He scoops me into his arms, and I shudder in revulsion. I grasp onto him with my one good arm, not wanting to fall to the ground. His eyes flicker to my injured wrist, and he scowls more. He stomps inside and up the stairs to the bathroom, placing me on my feet.

He only leaves my side long enough to start the shower before motioning for me to come to him. My legs are frozen. How can I willingly go to that demon? My foot slides backward. Theo's eyes narrow and he snarls at me, his fangs bared. I freeze again, heart beating so hard there is no way he doesn't hear it. I squeeze my eyes shut. If I’m going to be hurt more, I don't want to witness it.

Theo's hands went for my blouse, gathering a handful and yanking me against him. I try to stop the momentum by holding my hands up, and I cry as my injured wrist folds beneath the weight. "Damn it," Theo growls at me. "I'm not going to hurt you, stop doubting me." His voice vibrates with anger, but it is the type of anger I've experienced before. The demon from before is caged again. But for how long? "I can heal you if you want," he whispers to me.

My eyes flew open, and I stare at him. I shake my head. I can't even imagine what that means, nor do I want to.

Theo stares into my eyes, and the demon from before really is banished. This was my Theo. "You're in so much pain, and I can fix it, please let me."

How do you respond to something like that? But I don't have a lot of choices. There's no way they'll take me to the hospital. I'll be lucky if I ever get off this property alive again. I swallow the hysterical laugh that threatens to escape me. Now is not the time to indulge in a laugh. Theo pulls my back to his chest, wrapping an arm around my waist. He takes his other palm and bites into it. Ruby droplets well then flowed out of his body. He presses it to my lips, coating them in the liquid crimson. I shake my head, trying to get away. There is no fucking way! I’m not drinking his blood.

"Drink it, or I'll force you," he growls at me. A hint of that monster is in his voice. Maybe Tobias is wrong, maybe I will be killed and pulled apart before the wolf ever returns. "Drink," he orders again. "One," he whispers into my ear.

Really? He is going to count like I was a naughty kid? I don't want to know what happens at three, and though I hate this whole thing, I open my mouth and let his blood flood in. I almost wretch as the strange liquid fans over my tongue. But after a few seconds, a new sensation overtakes me. I’m high. His blood is pure ecstasy. I take hold of his wrist, pulling it closer to me. I moan as the hot fire pools through me. The man who only could touch me with ice had blood that burned through my body and made me want more. I want to bathe in this stuff.

He brushes my hair back, a tender caress and I can feel his smile behind me. "Good girl." I gulp greedily. I can't stop. No matter how much I take.

But his words were the same ones Tobias used. The same ones that make me freeze and moan when I hear them. I really don't understand why, but I clench my thighs together. The egg is still in there. Am I allowed to take it out yet?

"We need to get you a shower, Hun." Theo kisses the side of my head. He rips my shirt away from me with one arm, letting me continue to drink with the other. I bend over with him as he removes my pants and under garments. I don't even care about the cold. This new source of heat is all I needed.

Recognition smashes into me, I drank someone’s blood, ew. I make a quick assessment of my body. Had I grown any new parts or am I now fangy like Theo? But instead of new secret vampire powers, I notice something more shocking to me. There is no pain anymore. Not even a little bit. If it wasn't for the blood that stained my skin, I'd have thought I imagined it all. I rotate my wrist, waiting for a pain that never comes.

I glance up at Theo, and he winks at me before kissing the top of my head and pulling against him. I let him, leaning into him more. My body feels amazing and tingly, like I could run a marathon. No more aches or pains and even the migraine that was forming, has vanished. Theo reaches for the soap and pushes me under the water.

Blood and dirt run down my legs, I’m filthy. He washes me quickly, turning me around to wash my hair. His fingers massage my scalp, and it’s so good, I almost fall asleep standing upright. When he is done, he rinses me off, washes himself then turns the taps off.

Pushing the door open, I step out of the shower just as Tobias comes in with two towels. He wraps one around me and pulls me into the bedroom. I prepare myself. There will be punishment still; I don't trust either of them to not want to torture me for this day. “Tom?” I ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

Theo growls behind me, stepping closer.

I flinch and move closer to Tobias. “He’s at home with his wife. I promise, he is okay.” My shoulders relaxed and I suck in a deep breath. With that, I’m ready to endure.

I dry myself, and a fully dressed Theo comes out of the walk-in and hands me pajamas. I go to walk into the bathroom to put them on when Tobias takes my wrist.

“No, get dressed here. You don’t go anywhere by yourself from now on.” I glance at Theo who watches us, his face expressionless. I look back to Tobias, who is daring me to disobey. I drop my towel right in front of him. My eyes not leaving his as I slip my pajamas on. I don’t care that they see me naked; they obviously have more times now then I can count. What I do care about is not being given any privacy.

"Imogen," Tobias growls softly, a note of warning in his words. From out of his pocket he pulls a familiar remote. "I haven't forgotten your failure today.” He points to the bed. "Go lie down, and keep your legs spread where we can watch you."

I don't want to do anything he tells me. I want to curl under the covers and go to bed. But I worry if I'd be allowed that. "I just put the pajamas on," I complain, plucking at the fabric.

"Take them off now. I did you a favor saving Tom. Without me, you know what would have happened there. I'm even willing to let you off easy; we're just going to have a relaxing night unwinding, all of us. It starts with you being a good girl again."

I clench at those words. Every time they slip from either of them, it makes me hot. The egg is still inside me, just waiting to do its job and send me over the edge. I hate giving any of myself to them after this whole affair, but I can't stop the haze of lust settling over me. It is probably theirs, and if I don't do as they want, they will force me anyway, I reason.

I strutted to the edge of the bed, slowly pulling off my clothes and sitting down on the edge. I shake my hair behind me and lay down, spreading my legs as I did so. I clench my eyes shut, preparing for the punishment.

"No," Theo corrects. I crack open an eye. He and Tobias have taken mirror positions on chairs at the edge of the bed, watching me. What, was I some sort of show? "Keep your eyes on us."

Disgust pools in my stomach at that suggestion, but it doesn't last long. Tobias pushes the button and a slow buzzing fills the room. My head falls back as my g-spot is attacked with the most beautiful waves. I struggle to lean back on my elbows, watching the two of them.

Tobias pulls his cock out first, stroking it, his dark eyes locked on my pussy. Theo is much the same, but his hold is hard, his dick growing red from the manhandling. He bites his lip hard, hard enough to draw blood. "Faster," he orders Tobias.

Tobias obeys and with an audible click, the buzzing increases inside. I struggle to not let it tip me right over the edge. My insides pulse. I moan, hips thrusting into air. God, had I ever been this hot before? I need to be fucked and fucked hard. But damn it, I don't want to give in to them, they'd been beyond awful!