Blood-Bonded by Force by Tracy Tappan Read Free Book Online

a laugh.”
    “Am I?” Pändra stabbed out her cigarette in the nightstand ashtray, then began to unsnap her corset-thing, snick, snick, snick .
    Mürk’s eyebrows lifted as she flung her top aside.
    Pändra unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, exposing a warped mess of black flame tattoos on her belly cut through with a bumpy red scar.
    Her lowlifes’ jaws came unhinged nearly in unison.
    She was wearing a naughty black-and-turquoise bra and panty set, and was even hotter than Thomal had originally thought, supple and nubile as a she-cat. Obviously, she was also dead serious about her plans to bang Arc. Thomal’s pulse kicked into a higher gear. From the side of his vision, he saw Arc’s cheekbones grow hard and prominent against his skin.
    Pändra started for Arc, and Thomal’s upper lip lifted around his gag.
    “’Allo there, my good man.” Pändra placed a hand on the back of Arc’s chair and leaned toward him.
    Arc’s nostrils flinched at the same moment Thomal’s did.
    She reeked of that disgusting corrosive smell, like battery acid or brake fluid, which was particular to Topside Om Rău, whose immortality rings made their blood acid.
    Without warning, Pändra punched Arc in the gut.
    Exhaling a blast of oxygen, Arc toppled out of his chair and crashed to the floor, his chain bindings clanking together.
    Thomal gnashed a string of curses around his gag. What the hell was up with this half-Rău bitch? His brother had never been taken to the mat with only one hit before.
    Pändra grabbed a fistful of Arc’s shirt and ripped it off his body.
    “Shit the bed!” Mürk exclaimed. “Look at that dragon on his back.”
    “Shift your arse, Mürk,” Pändra commanded. “Hold the bloke good for me. I need to get his trousers off.”
    Blood roared into Thomal’s ears as Mürk stomped over and hauled Arc to his feet, bear-hugging him tightly against his body.
    Pändra reached for the zipper on Arc’s jeans.
    Snarling and snapping, Arc kicked out and arched his body, shoving Mürk backward a couple of paces.
    “Jesus wept,” Pändra hissed.
    “Well, he’s bastarding strong, Pändra,” Mürk gritted, struggling to push Arc back toward her.
    Sweat ran down Thomal’s cheeks as he strained at his chains.
    Pändra grabbed her purse off the nightstand and took out a length of telephone cord. “Use this.” She handed it to Mürk. “Be careful not to top him, though, you hear?” She gave Arc a thin smile. “Ready for a second go?” She slammed another punch into Arc’s stomach.
    Arc folded in half, retching and coughing. In the moment that he was weakened, Mürk slipped the cord around Arc’s neck and pulled it taut, tugging Arc upright.
    Thomal’s heart ricocheted into his ribs as his brother’s face stained an alarming shade of purple.
    “Each of you sit on a leg,” Pändra ordered her lowlifes.
    The two men scurried over to Arc and grabbed hold.
    Pändra reached for Arc’s fly again, and before Thomal knew what was happening, his brother’s pants were down.
    “Now that’s a good’un,” Pändra murmured, wrapping her hand around Arc’s dick.
    Acid rushed up Thomal’s throat along with a shout, the muscles in his neck spasming as he tried to push the yell past a mouthful of gag and bile. The bones in his wrists throbbed from the fight he was waging with his chains.
    A threatening sound erupted from Arc. He managed to drag-step sideways a couple of paces before Mürk tightened his hold on the garrote, and the lowlifes put all of their body weight into restraining his legs.
    “There, there, be a good laddie.” Pändra stroked Arc’s shaft, her blood-red fingernails evil-looking against such sensitive flesh.
    Mürk and the two lowlifes followed the motion of Pändra’s hand, mesmerized.
    Another sound boiled out of Arc, nastier than the last.
    Pändra quickened her strokes.
    Nothing happened.
    Mürk cracked off a laugh. “The git’s got a lazy lob.”
    Pändra glanced up sharply.