Free Skin Walkers: Taken by Susan Bliler Page A

surged. 
    One of Rohm’s hands slid from her back to cup her ass as he slowly pulled his teeth free and began to fuck her outright.
    The pleasure of him pounding into her warred with the numbness at her neck and the heat that was slowly subsiding in her chest.  At her ear, Rohm growled, “You are mine now, Nyree.”  He licked at her wound, lapping at the blood running freely down her neck before his lips found her hardened nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, his hips moving faster as he plunged deeper. 
    Hands still clawed into his shoulders, Nyree threw her head back and arched violently as she came again.  She didn’t understand how he could have taken her pain and fear and turned it into something that felt so right.  One moment her nails were digging into his flesh in an attempt to get him off her, and the next she was clinging to him for dear life, urging him closer.
    Rohm tossed his head back and roared as he once again began filling her.  Seed her …it made sense now.  Strong jets shot over and over as he once again clamped large hands on her hips, holding her in place, forcing her to take all he gave.
    Long minutes later, Rohm slowly pulled free of Nyree and, before she could protest, he scooped her into his arms.  Carrying her to somewhere in the cage he placed her on her feet before stepping back.  Light flared as Zavier sprang free, then Rohm was gently lowering her to the ground, settling her body between his and Zavier’s.  She was wrapped in a cocoon of strong Keeper and his warm furred Sentry.  Dazed, she wordlessly accepted their warmth and protection.
    She didn’t complain when Rohm pulled her tighter into his frame as he spooned her against his body.  Part of her was indignant at the savage way he’d bitten her, but she’d enjoyed the sex so much that she couldn’t help but wonder if it was how all Keepers made love.
    “Rohm?” she finally whispered into the darkness.
    “Sleep,” he commanded.
    Too many questions ran through her mind.  What did he mean, I’m his?   She needed distance to clear her head.  “I want to get up.”
    “No,” he growled. “When a female accepts a Keeper’s claim, it is draining on the female.  You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”
    “What…what happens tomorrow?”
    “Tomorrow you set us free.”
    That just gave her even more questions, but Rohm pulled her tight, tucking her up against him as he expelled a deep breath.  Silence reigned, but Nyree’s mind was going a mile a minute.  What did he mean, she would set them free?  And why had he called her his?  When his breathing evened out she knew he was asleep, which meant no answers would be forthcoming.  She relaxed into his arms and surprisingly, locked in a cage half-naked in some unknown location, prisoner of a madman and a monster, she was in Rohm’s embrace and felt safer than she had in a very long time.

Chapter 12
    The sound of swaying pines as they creaked in the harsh wind and the light swooshing of hard flakes as they bounced off the crusted snow’s surface was all Bellis StCroix could hear.  Monroe’s favored Walker assassin, he’d been sent to ghost the Walker teams tasked with retrieving Rohm and Nyree.  That wasn’t his mission though.  No, he was going to bring in the traitor, the one Monroe had told him about.  His head canted as he watched her now. 
    Dark-haired and pale-skinned, she was actually quite beautiful.  Her eyes were odd though.  They were blue, but no color blue he’d ever seen…well almost.  His own eyes were inky black with mere pinpoints of neon blue in the center.  Her eyes nearly matched the blue of his own.  Her hair was trimmed to where it barely brushed her shoulders.  It wasn’t curly, and it wasn’t straight.  Wavy, and not quite as dark as the form-fitting black bodysuit she wore.
    Bellis eyed her clothing.  Odd.  It was shiny, and fit her trim body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.  Her