The Sea Witch Read online Katee Robert (Wicked Villains #5)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Villains Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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Something I know Alaric will enjoy just as much.

I shut the door and give them both a long look. “Your safe words.”

“Hurricane.” Zuri immediately drops her gaze and folds her hands in front of her.

Alaric gives me a quick grin before he lowers his eyes. “Mermaid.”

I circle them slowly, letting the click of my heels on the hardwood floor increase their tension. Zuri is practically shaking already and I’ve barely done anything. By the time I move back to stand in front of them, Alaric’s cock is a hard bulge at the front of his slacks.

“I’m in a mood, lovers.” I smile. “A mood for a show.”

Chapter 26

Zurielle

A show.

At Ursa’s command, Alaric and I move to the stage. He gives me a hand up even though it’s barely two feet off the ground. I enjoy the contact, though. I enjoy the way his touch steadies me even more. Anticipation curls through me as we once again face Ursa.

She walks to the center couch and leans a hip against it, watching us closely. “You enjoyed being on stage, little Zuri. You liked being on display for the entire room of people.”

It’s not quite a question, so I press my lips together to keep from breaking my silence. The truth is that I did enjoy it. I would have enjoyed it more if I’d known the ultimate outcome, if there was no fear of who might win the bidding involved. Even with that… Yes. Enjoyed doesn’t begin to cover it.

“Alaric.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I would like to see what my money won.” She still sounds warm, but I’ve learned all too well how that kindness can shield cruelty beyond imagining. Maybe I shouldn’t like it so much, the bite that comes with a kiss, but I can’t help myself.

Alaric takes my hand and guides it over my head, spinning me slowly as if we’re dancing. When I’m once again facing front, Ursa holds up a hand. “She’s very pretty.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I don’t dare look at him, but there’s a hunger in his tone that I can’t help but respond to. I can’t help but respond to all of this. Except… Why fight it? Why worry about my response? Ursa is fully in control of this scene, which means I don’t have to be. I take a slow breath and let go of all my trepidation. I like what she does to me, what they both do to me. That’s all that matters right now.

“Tiny little thing,” Ursa murmurs. “Practically bird-boned. Do you think we’ll break her, lover?”

He chuckles. “Only way to find out.”

“All in good time.” She moves to sit on the couch and crosses her legs, looking completely at ease. “Let’s see the rest of her. Slowly.”

He steps behind me and guides my arms up and lace my fingers at the back of my head. Then he runs his hands over the front of my body, as if trying to smooth the dress even closer to my skin. It’s as if the last few days haven’t happened, as if this is what happened after the auction.

Ursa laughs. “Now you’re just teasing me. Come now, lover. You know what I want.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He hooks his thumbs at the top of my dress and tugs it down to my ribs, baring my breasts. “Pretty little things,” Alaric murmurs. He cups them as if offering them up for her inspection. “Small and perfectly shaped.” He plucks at my nipples and hisses out a breath when I moan. “Sensitive.”

“Show me exactly how sensitive they are.” Her voice has gone a little raspy in a way that’s so fucking sexy, I can barely stand it. “With your tongue.”

It would be hot for Alaric to touch me like this, to bend back over his arm and close his mouth around my nipple. Having Ursa command us every step of the way? It’s exponentially more. More of everything.

He licks and nibbles and sucks hard on first one nipple and then the other, until I’m shaking and whimpering and on the verge of begging one of them to touch me where my pulse pounds between my thighs. I barely manage to keep my silence, barely manage to keep up the thin veil of fantasy that I’m truly the prize they’re examining.

Alaric finally straightens and guides me back to lean against his chest. “Very, very sensitive.” His voice is lower than normal, nearly growling. “She tastes sweet.”

“That was just a tease.” Ursa re-crosses her legs. “The dress. Don’t rush.”

He peels the dress off my body slowly, inch by inch until I’m quivering from the sensation of cloth dragging over my sensitive skin. To my waist, over my hips, and finally down my legs, until I can feel him kneeling behind me. I carefully step out of the circle of fabric, standing there naked except for my heels.



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