Page 68 of Auctioned for Her Blood

“Holy shit,” Gracen says. “What the fuck does a human have to do to that bitch to end up down here?” She whistles again through her teeth.

“Maybe it’s a mistake,” Corney says.

“She doesn’t make mistakes,” Gracen says.

“Get her up,” the gruff voice says. “I get first crack at her pussy.”

“No way!” another voice yells. “You’ll destroy her, Psycho. Let me go first.”

“You guys are assholes,” Gracen says, and I pray as another female she’ll protect me. But instead, she nudges my shoulder with her boot, kicking me over onto my back.

My eyes open on instinct and I stare up into hers, which flash in the glow of golden light that must be coming from a flame of some sort.

Gracen smirks, slowly shaking her head as she looks down at me. “What the fuck did youdo, human?”

“Get her ready,” says the gruff voice.

“Psycho, put that thing away,” Gracen says. “No one wants to see your fucking dick.”

“Then leave,” Psycho says. “Cause fucking is whatthisthing’s gonna do.”

Enough! I will not just lie here and let myself be raped!

Ignoring my pain, I turn over, scramble to my feet and run.

Still in heels, I move as fast as I can. But I know it’s futile.

Assuming that gruff voiced male is a vampire, he can move faster than an Olympic sprinter, never mind faster than me—even without the heels and the pain. But I’ve got to try.

Carved out of stone, a long narrow passageway stretches forward, torches burning at intervals to provide faint sections of light.

Footsteps thud behind me, echoing along with laughter. I can’t get away.

I know I’m in some kind of un-winnable game—a helpless rabbit surrounded by wolves, teasing me before they move in for the kill—but at least no one has grabbed me. Not yet.

Across from a wall-mounted torch, a large arch opens into a passageway on my right. Slowing, I glance that direction, and there’s nothing but darkness. Maybe I can hide?

I take a few steps into the darkness, and something ahead of me moves and then snorts. A large shadow moves against the back of the cave-like space. Or is it just my imagination? I can’t be certain.

But whoever is down there is massive.

Someone grabs me from behind, pulls me back and throws me against the wall opposite the cave’s entrance.

It’s Gracen.

“You don’t want to go inthere, honey.” She shakes her head. “That bear is fuckingmean. He’d more likely eat you than fuck you. Or…” she shrugs “…most likely he’d eat youafterhe fucks you.”

There’s a bear in there?

I stare into Gracen’s eyes, unable to speak. She knocked the air out of my chest and my body shaking so hard it’s hard to stand.

Deep cruel laughter comes from nearby. “Yeah, stay away from the bear,” Psycho says. “They might call me a Psycho, but I’ve got no taste for human flesh—just blood and pussy.” He laughs, like it’s some hilarious joke, and then leers at me, his massive erection jutting out of his pants. The thing is far longer and at least twice as thick as Ryker’s.

“Unlike the bear, I won’t kill you.” Psycho grabs his cock roughly. “Not on purpose.”

“She’s human.” Gracen shakes her head. “If you fuck her with that thing you’ll kill her.”

Psycho lunges forward. “You gonna stop me?”