She wanted to wail at the unfairness of it all. Despite the Morely propensity for being Conduits, her family lived happily. Every one of her relatives married for love and had the well-adjusted kids to prove it. An oddity in the human world, for sure. But that stability was something Vicki had always wanted.
Trying to date Norms hadn’t worked. Her one foray into a Voider relationship had been squashed by Gran an hour into her date. The few Conduits she’d met wanted nothing to do with a woman who could control them in bed. Not one of them had been strong enough to handle her.
Not like Eric and Dom.
A part of her longed to see the aggravating Ravagers again, though she couldn’t have said why. Couldn’t have said, or don’t want to say? she argued with herself. Oh shut up.
She’d spent three days in this room and now knew it like the back of her hand. Eric had spent the nights with her though Dom had been absent. Apparently, Eric and Dom shared the bedroom, which led to her fantasizing about the pair having sex. Her body overheated, and she hurriedly broke that train of thought.
Eric had a king-plus-sized bed, a large closet, several bureaus and an armoire, which held the clothes Logan had packed for her. She wanted to cheer at the bra finally supporting her once more and turned back to her perusal of the room.
Nothing adorned the beige walls. There were no pictures, books, or magazines, and if she had to watch one more episode of Pick the Voider on cable she thought she’d puke. Rummaging through the room, she’d hoped to find something of interest. Unfortunately, the only things she’d found made her blush to think about. The guys had a thing for dildoes.
Her heart raced, her sex quickened, and her nipples rubbed said support with discomfort. No, I am not thinking of sex and Eric, or sex and Dom, or sex with them together.
She cleared her mind and looked in Eric’s closet again. He also had a lot of clothes. Most of them casual. Apparently, the prime didn’t dress like royalty. Hell, none of the Ravagers she’d seen wore anything other than jeans, t-shirts, or sweats. She wished she understood more about them, but with no one to talk to, knowledge of her new “pack” remained out of reach.
As if she’d conjured him, Eric banged on the door and entered, followed by Dom.
Their familiar faces warmed her, but only because she’d been dying for company, she told herself.
Lust filled the room, and she felt as much as saw Eric’s gaze travel over her body. Dom stared at her with hunger before his nostrils flared and his eyes widened.
“Oh hell, you really did it.” Dom crossed the room to stand in front of Vicki. “I smelled it as soon as I stepped into the room.”
She flushed. “Hey, I took a shower.”
Dom grinned. “You smell tasty, honey. Truly. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“I’m fucked.” Eric groaned and shut the door behind him, then leaned back against it. He scowled at Dom. “You did this to me.”
“Now, Prime. I did this for you. You should thank me, you know.”
“Thanks, asshole. So tell me how I did it? How did sex turn into…this?”
“Excuse me,” Vicki interrupted, at a loss. “Would someone please explain what the hell you’re talking about?”
Dom answered Eric as if she hadn’t spoken. “Sometimes it just happens. When a connection is as strong as the one I feel between you, between us, the guer takes what it needs.”
“So you’re saying my guer did this?” Eric frowned.
“Yes. In the same way I know things you need before you do. My guer responds to yours, and I think your guer responded to hers.”
“But she’s human. She doesn’t have a guer. How can she be a true qu—consort?”
“Actually, I’m a Conduit. They’re not classifying us as fully human anymore,” she threw in, just to be heard.
Eric ignored her. “This is all too soon. It’s only been a few days, for Christ’s sake.”
“Eric, you need to accept it. It’s obvious to anyone with a nose. Your mark is really, really potent.” Dom shifted his stance, drawing her attention to his mouthwatering erection.
Good Lord. Vicki wanted him. After three days of having marathon sex with Eric, she wanted Dom again. She’d turned into a Voider nympho. And wouldn’t that make Gran so proud?
“Guys, I’m right here. I still don’t get it. What’s the problem? You marked me when you grabbed me Sunday. What’s so different about the situation now?” Besides the obvious, me stuck in Ravager-land without a way out, and stupid me, not really wanting one. A thought occurred to her. “So you realize you made a mistake, is that it? No problem. Let me go and I’m outta here. No trouble at all.” She smiled, ignoring the pain caused at thoughts of separating from her pack—from these Ravagers.
Dom strode to her and shocked her by ripping her shirt open.
“Hey!”
He sliced through her bra, pushed it apart, and latched onto her breast before she could move. The minute his lips closed around her nipple, she sagged in his hold as unbelievable pleasure coursed through her veins. He sucked hard, nipping her and licking the sting away. Vicki wanted to ride him, to take him deep inside her while her prime watched and hungered. God, she needed it, bad.
“Oh yeah, she even tastes like you,” Dom was saying as he gently laid her down in bed.
She shivered at the feel of his large, hot hands, and then blinked up into… Eric’s face? Desire burned in his gaze. He ran a finger over her nipple, stirring that blaze to life once more. Instead of joining her, he drew her shirt together and sat beside her with a sigh.
“My cock is killing me. I want her twenty-four/seven,” he growled. “So what now, guard? How do I break this to the clan without them falling apart? You know as much as they hate Nev, they still cling to tradition. Hell, so do I. She’s human.”
“Conduit,” Vicki corrected him again, wishing she could think clearly beyond her hormones. Then he caressed her arm. A simple graze of his palm. “Quit doing that. You touch me and I can’t think. Cut it out before I zap you both,” she ended on a moan, wanting Eric and Dom to touch her again. She sneaked a hand under Eric’s shirt and grazed his back. With a small pull, she latched onto his energy and tugged.
Eric took a swift breath and leaped from the bed.
“Of course,” Dom said with a grin, looking relieved. “Not sure why I hadn’t thought of it before.”
“What?” Eric sounded wary.
Vicki just wanted her head to stop spinning. She internally focused, pulling in the sexual vibes so she could untangle her needs from the powerful males surrounding her. It took some doing, and she missed most of what Eric and Dom said. Finally herself again, she rolled to her side and stood with Dom’s help. “Thanks,” she grumbled and pulled away.
She rooted for a new bra and shirt, not liking how vulnerable she felt at being nearly naked around the powerful Ravagers.
She took the clothing into the bathroom with her and emerged to find Dom waiting for her.
“Where’d he go?” she asked.
“Ah, clan business. I have a few things to do as well, so I’m going to leave you with Malcolm.”
“Where are Jesse and Logan? I thought they were pack, but I haven’t seen them in a while.” Not that she minded less attention from the Ravagers, but of the four men that supposedly owned her, those two were the least threatening.