Free Trueblood 01-The-Consolation-Prize by aaa Page B

bewilderment as his dick thickened. The veins snaking along its length darkened as they filled with blood. Within seconds he was hard as a rock. What the hell was happening? He dropped his head back to the pillow and groaned. Maybe he was hallucinating.
    He looked again. A tiny drop of precum slid from the tip. Oh fuck, this was not good .

    Eve and Krista weren’t even in the room attempting seduction, so why was he aroused? The answer came in a flash. Chloe. Her face appeared in front of him and he closed his eyes. He still saw her. More of her. She had her hands between her legs and she was bringing herself off.
    Sweet breasts and long, long legs. Luka wanted to bury himself between those legs and suck her till she saw stars, constellations, galaxies. His balls drew up, hit the base of his cock, and he felt the spurt of precum. Impossible. No one was touching him. What magic was this? What had they done? Chloe was close to orgasm, her breath choppy as she rubbed her clit. She tensed and Luka caught his own breath. She called his name, the climax crashed over her, and he almost came undone.
    For a while, Luka was afraid to open his eyes. When he lifted his head to look at his dick it lay limp on his dark curls. No sign of precum. Had he been dreaming?

    “He’s as awkward as Chloe.”
    “Phoebe, no one is as awkward as Chloe.”
    “But she’s beginning to get it, Angel. He’s the prince in the dungeon she has to set free. They’re ideal for each other.”
    “Get out the violin.”
    “Shut up, Rufus.”

Chapter Nine
    Luka smiled as Chloe crawled into the room. She dragged a set of bolt cutters that were almost as long as her.
    “You came back,” Luka said.
    She got to her feet and walked across to him. “I decided you don’t know what’s good for you.”
    The hint of a smile flashed across her face. She sat on the edge of the bed and brushed the hair out of his eyes. His miserable pulse fluttered. He could smell her need; it scented the air with an unmistakable, irresistible musk; only it was resistible because there was nothing he could do about it.
    “They’ve taken off most of the chains, that’s good,” she said. Her fingers hovered over his chest then fell away. “They didn’t manage to --”
    “No.”

    Another little smile and Luka’s heart began to warm.
    “I bought more cutters.” She held them up. “I had to drive all the way to York. The guy said a chainsaw wouldn’t be any use.”
    “Chloe, they’re not going to work.”
    “’Course they will. These are tougher and there’s more room to maneuver now.”
    She trapped a link between the blades and squeezed. The muscles in her arms bulged with the effort, but as Luka expected, there was no snapping sound, just Chloe’s heavy breathing and rather inventive cursing. She really did know a lot of Russian swear words. After a prolonged struggle, she gave up.
    “There’s not the faintest mark. How can that be? The man said these would cut through anything.”
    “Not this chain.”
    “Then I can’t free you?”
    He shook his head. A tear formed in her eye and she wiped it away. Luka’s temperature continued to rise. She cared. This wasn’t an act.
    “Can I give you a hug?” she asked.
    “A hug?” His voice was thick because his throat had closed up.
    “You know, a feel better hug.”
    He nodded, no longer able to speak. Chloe lay alongside him, not touching at first, and then allowing her arm to slide across his chest. She snuck in a little closer and settled her body next to his, resting her head against his shoulder. His arm started to itch.
    “I’m sorry I can’t get you free,” she whispered. “If you don’t want me to tell anyone, I don’t know what else to do.”
    Luka held himself motionless. Her scent was intoxicating, the feel of her hair against his cheek scintillating. The faint draft of her breath sent sparks flying to all parts of his body. He could hear the blood pounding through her veins and wanted it