Savage Chains: Shattered (Men in Chains #1.7)(4)
Author: Caris Roane

Reyes, you’re magnificent.

And I love what you’re doing to me, that you have control of me. I didn’t think it could be like this, so erotic. But it’s all because of you.

His words, the beauty of his body, the taste of his skin as she bit him, had built an inferno of desire within her.

I need you, Reyes.

Then take me.

She climbed up on the platform to straddle him, guiding her wet body over his thick cock. She moaned as she eased down on him, then arched her back and ground her hips. She savored all that he was, the size and feel of him.

Angelica, my God.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze.

His lids low, he pushed up with his hips, letting her feel him. Oh, Reyes, I want more, but you’d better stop. Aloud she said, “You don’t move unless I tell you to move, slave.”

“Yes, mistress.”

She leaned over him and kissed him on the lips. Open for me.

Yes, mistress. He sounded teasing.

Don’t do that, not in my head, or you’ll have me laughing. She worked him with her hips, setting a steady rhythm.

Reyes parted his lips and she drove her tongue inside. He groaned.

After a moment she rose up, flexing her hips. Meeting his gaze, she said, “Take over, slave, and make it good. Make me come.”

The chains jangled as Reyes started to pump into her, lifting his h*ps in quick, pleasurable jabs. She cried out, the sensation deep and hitting her just right.

I’m close. She trembled.

Scream if you can. The louder the better.

No problem.

He moved vampire fast, which brought her orgasm flowing in a stream of intense pleasure. She screamed long and loud, as the ecstasy flowed up her well and abdomen, gripping her stomach and tightening her br**sts. She rocked her h*ps against what was still so hard, taking the last of her pleasure.

She leaned over him, breathing hard, her hands on the wood platform.

“You haven’t lost your touch, Reyes.” Sweet Dove’s voice sent a sudden jolt of fear through Angelica. She’d forgotten the woman was even there.

But with his c**k buried inside her, Angelica was in a vulnerable place. She started to rise up, to place herself in a more powerful position physically, but Sweet Dove’s hand was on her shoulder. The woman let her power flow in a hot, painful arc. Angelica groaned, her body twisting, trying to get away. But Sweet Dove had her pinned in place with just the pressure of her hand.

“Sweet Dove, stop this right now,” Reyes shouted. “We’ve done what you wanted.”

“Even though your slave performed adequately, she has misbehaved and needs to be disciplined.”

* * *

This was just what Reyes had feared, that Sweet Dove would take charge and he’d be unable to protect Angelica. “You’ve gotten what you wanted. Now release us both.”

“Don’t be a fool. We’re just getting started.”

“I’m not your slave anymore.” He took his cue from Angelica’s earlier attitude toward Sweet Dove and matched the woman’s haughtiness with his own. “You owned me for a century, but those days are gone. I like being a slaver. You taught me extremely well.”

Tears now flowed down Angelica’s cheeks.

Sweet Dove released Angelica’s shoulder and transferred the same flow of power to Reyes’s chest. He barely held back a serious shout of pain, but the last thing he wanted was for Sweet Dove to gain even a moment of pleasure from hurting him.

Reyes, fight her. I have a feeling you can break free right now.

What do you mean?

I don’t know. But I sense something within you, something I’ve never felt before. I think it might be your Ancestral power.

He felt it as well, that Angelica fed him in ways he didn’t understand and made him want to be more than he was.

Ignoring the pulses of pain that radiated through his chest because of Sweet Dove’s hold on him, he shifted his gaze to Angelica. His Ancestral power rose in response, calling to him, begging for release.

Reyes, the sensations have grown stronger. Can you tap into your power? Maybe you can even break free of these bonds.

I feel them, I do, but I’m not sure. Despite his current predicament, Reyes held back. He’d fought becoming like Sweet Dove for so long, always rejecting even the idea of embracing his Ancestral power.

Reyes, please listen to me. I can tell that Sweet Dove won’t let us go. You have to do something. I feel her vile intentions like a fire on my skin.

He knew Angelica was right, but he had to try a different tack first. Shifting his gaze to Sweet Dove, his body now trembling with pain, he said, “Let us go. You’ve accomplished what you’d hoped for. You made me in your image. So let me continue on my slaver path, Sweet Dove. You owe me this.”

“I owe you?” She trilled her laughter. “I owe you nothing, Reyes. You owe me. You are my slave, now and forever.”

Angelica’s voice punched through his mind. Find that power, Reyes. Do it now. She’s gearing up.

Angelica was right. Sweet Dove had never intended to let him go. But how the hell could he break free?

The only way he’d have the smallest chance would be to use his latent Ancestral ability. He knew that a double blood-chain would gain him instant access to his Ancestral power, but there was another way. Before the blood-chains were invented to speed up the process, those with latent Ancestral DNA could connect with the power, usually in times of great stress, and bring the ability to life.

And even Angelica sensed he could do it.

Sweet Dove began slowly increasing her power. His body shook now with pain, but he held back.

Closing his eyes, he grew very still. He dove deep within himself, focusing on his Ancestral power. He’d never considered the possibility before of having anything to do with this power since so many of the Ancestrals were heavily corrupt, like both Engles and Sweet Dove.

But right now, his life as well as Angelica’s depended on him finding the strength to break free of the preternatural chains.

As though coming from far away, he heard Sweet Dove’s voice as she issued command after command. “Obey me, Reyes. Submit to me.” But he ignored her.

He had to tap into his Ancestral power or he’d die on this table, because the last thing he’d ever do was place himself in Sweet Dove’s hands again.

Reyes, she’ll kill you. I can feel it in her. She’ll let you die before she releases you from these chains.

He wanted to reassure Angelica, but he had to stay focused.

He reached his Ancestral power, which resided like a deep water table within his body and his soul combined.