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

boots to scalp; he couldn’t stop the body-quakes.
    Pändra licked a circle around the rim of Arc’s cock with her tongue, and a sound echoed through the room, horrible and raw, the kind of noise an animal might make when it was being slaughtered.
    His brother.
    Panic sent Thomal staggering to his feet. He yelled, bit the ragged gag in two, and yelled again. “Stop it! For shit’s sake, stop , you’re killing him!”
    Pändra turned her head towards Thomal, her eyes dark and blank. “Nobody ever died from getting gobbled, love.”
    “You don’t understand.” He huffed the words out, never so close to losing it as he was right then. “You don’t know how it is with Vârcolac. He’s married, bonded to his wife, which means that every instinct inside him will fight against being with another woman. Look, he’s bleeding from his ears—just look !”
    Pändra rose to her feet and peered at the side of Arc’s head, where, see that , you little whore , blood had pooled in the cup of Arc’s ear. His eyes were also narrow and glazed, his breathing erratic.
    “You don’t want to kill him,” Thomal went on hoarsely. “I heard you say that.”
    Pändra jerked her head around, her brow darkening.
    “But if you keep messing with him, he’ll fucking implode, I swear it.”
    She crossed her arms beneath her black-and-turquoise hooker bra. “We’re in a bit of a spot, then, chum, because I’m not ready for this bash to come to an end.”
    Thomal lurched forward a step. “Then take me.”

Chapter Eight

    Thomal was a soldier. Any given day on the job, he faced pain and death from a state of mental calm. Dancing Le Freak while in hot water never helped a man save his ass. But, right now he was skirting embarrassingly close to a full-on panic attack, his heart lodged like a gooey lump in his throat and his head trying to do a James Bond shaken not stirred number off his neck into outer space. Because it was an absolute certainty that if he didn’t convince this skeezy ’ho to leave Arc alone, his brother was going to die, and living even one day of life without his big brother in it was impossible.
    Pändra tilted her head to one side as she considered him. “Are you promising to be a good little egg, is that it, all agreeable to my…appetites?”
    Thomal drew in a deep, steadying breath. “Yes,” he forced between parched lips. “If that’s what you want.”
    Mürk voiced his dissent with a, “My arse.”
    Pändra glanced at her brother.
    “He’s talkin’ tommy rot,” Mürk said to her. “Tryin’ to trick you into something.”
    “Well, he’s right about him.” She nodded at Arc. “The bloke looks manky.”
    Mürk’s face grew tight. “Are you forgettin’ this is my show, Pändra?”
    Thomal blazed a look at Mürk. “If you want Arc to suffer, Om Rău, you’ll get your wish. I’m his brother, and he’ll hate it if she takes me instead.”
    “It’s an interesting proposal, Mürk.” Pändra crossed to Thomal and unlocked him. His chains clattered to the floor. “All righty. Let’s see what you’re offering, vamp.”
    Thomal stood in place, rubbing the ache from his wrists. What he was offering?
    “Your body,” Pändra prompted. “I want a gander at you, eh?”
    Heat flushed over him. He flared his nostrils as he kicked off his shoes and socks, then peeled his jeans down his hips and stepped out of them. Finally, he jerked his T-shirt off and his underwear.
    Pändra’s gaze roamed over his naked body, raking him boldly from head to foot.
    The muscles in Thomal’s stomach flexed and released, echoing the back-and-forth chaos that had just lit off inside his brain. Being treated like a slab of meat wasn’t exactly his idea of a day at the park, but also…the feminine appreciation in Pändra’s expression was very genuine, and undeniably arousing.
    “Now your bum.” Pändra twirled her index finger in the air. “Turn around.”
    He turned, anger and tension throbbing in his