Free Lila's Wolf (Out of Time Book 1) by Sofia Grey Page B

more opportunity to move around with all the strangers here. This would be his best chance to free Lila and Marc.
    He moved to Rowena’s side and cast his eyes up and down her body. She lay on her back, wearing nothing but a smile, arms folded behind her head, and glossy hair draped across her shoulders. There were no words to describe how much he detested this woman. His stomach roiled at the prospect of touching her
    “I think it would be best if you were naked too.”
    With a resigned sigh, he loosened and dropped the loincloth, and then rubbed his palms together to warm the oil. He would do the bare minimum and spin it out as long as possible. There were slaves working in the outer chamber, the low rumble of voices and sounds of cleaning in the background. She couldn’t keep him here for long.
    He started with her feet. Digging his thumbs into her soles, swirling the oil up and over the arches, long sweeping motions around the ankle. He could do this in his sleep.
    Rowena fidgeted. Her hands came down to her sides then back up to her head for a moment before she sat up and grabbed Jared’s wrists. “Enough. I’m bored with the massage. I want you to service me properly. I know your mouth works fine; this time I want to feel you inside me.” Her lips curled in a smile, and she opened her thighs, bending one leg at the knee. “See how ready I am for you.” She trailed one hand across her pussy and raised it to his lips. He almost gagged.
    “Come now, Wolf.” That sly, girlish voice. “Let me see if you can do the business with someone your own age, or if you can only get excited by old women.”
    Her hand dropped and brushed against his dick. It failed to respond, and she frowned. She closed her fingers around his limp member and squeezed hard enough to make spots fly before his eyes. He stayed resolutely soft. Fuck .
    The frown turned glacial. Jared blinked and concentrated, summoning every sexy image he could. Failure . Even when Rowena tugged on him and scraped her fingernails across his balls, he remained unaroused. Her scream of fury made his ears ring.
    “You worthless, useless piece of dog shit. If I want you, I will have you. Make no mistake.” Rowena climbed down from the high, soft bed and stood before him, trembling with rage. “You’ll regret refusing me.”
    Maybe he would, but God help him, he didn’t seem capable of fucking her. She picked up a long, thin, whippy length of birch tree, closed one hand around it, and snapped it in front of him in a showy move. He couldn’t drag his eyes away, and his stomach cramped at the prospect. Her eyes gleamed and he knew then, this was going to be bad.
    “Hands,” she snarled. A millisecond of relief. His hands were tough and hard-skinned. He kept his face blank and held out his palms to her.
    “Try again.”
    Huh? Puzzled, he turned his palms to present the backs of his hands. He heard the whistling noise first. The impact came with a dull crunch, pain blooming out and shooting up to his elbow. He stared at his hands. A bright red stripe bisected them. Painful, but bearable. She raised the birch again and smacked it onto his fingers this time. Another crunch. His fingers tried to curl in a reflex movement but she noticed.
    “Keep them flat, or I’ll nail them down.”
    All his fingers throbbed, but he forced himself to straighten his hands. Bile rose in his throat, and he swallowed it down, a light sweat breaking out over his forehead.
    A third strike, but he was ready this time and breathed through it. See, bitch? You won’t break me. He growled at her silently, taking some small measure of satisfaction from her increasing frustration.
    “ And the fronts .” He hesitated. “ Now !” Okay, this was going to hurt. He sucked in a breath and couldn’t hold back a grunt when she blasted the birch across his palms before he was ready for it. Blood danced and shimmied across his hands, the pain detonating deep into his nervous system. He sucked in