Savage Satisfaction by Lila Dubois Page B

Christoffer had mentioned William’s attraction to her,
the idea had planted itself in her mind and started to grow. By the time he let
her out that fateful day, part of her had accepted, and wanted, William to have
sex with her.
    But the longings of the woman were secondary to that of the
falcon, and she’d acted to free the falcon rather than find favor as a woman.
    Christoffer stopped pacing for a moment and touched his
hands to his lips. Spinning on his heel, he darted into the bathroom. She heard
water running, a thump and then the sound of his retching. She ran for the
bathroom, pulling her door open.
    “Are you ill?” she asked. His hair dangled in front of his
eyes and she scooped it back, rubbing his back with her other hand.
    “I’m a fucking idiot,” he said, voice echoing against the
inside of the toilet bowl. He reached for the handle, forgetting it dangled
from the overhead tank high above their heads. Mirela stood and flushed it for
him, then handed him a wad of toilet paper.
    Christoffer wiped his mouth and then threw the paper in the
bowl before washing his hands.
    “Why are you an idiot?” she asked quietly.
    “Don’t ever fuck straight guys,” he said, leaning his
forehead against the bar-coated wall.
    “Uh, who else would I fuck?”
    He barked out a laugh and scrubbed his damp hands over his
face and neck. “You’re right. You should fuck straight guys. I shouldn’t.”
    What he was saying finally penetrated and Mirela gasped.
“You had sex with Lord William?”
    “No. Well, define sex.”
    “Define it? Sex is sex.”
    “Says the virgin.”
    “What did you do?”
    Christoffer looked at her, shrugged and left the bathroom.
With a humph she followed him. Though the dual bathroom doors meant they could
move back and forth between each other’s cages, they had not. Mirela knew she
wouldn’t have been welcome, and it was clear Christoffer had no wish to come to
her.
    He made a noise of disgust when he saw she’d followed him.
“Get out.”
    “No. Tell me what you did.”
    “I was the one who got done.”
    It was so annoying that she never knew what he was talking
about. “Explain.”
    “You don’t want to hear this.”
    “I do!”
    “Really?” Christoffer whirled on her.
    Mirela backed up until she hit bars.
    Christoffer loomed over her. “I had oral sex with him. Know
what that means?” he hissed at her, his face twisted in a mean grimace.
    She shook her head, scared.
    “It means that I knelt down and he put his cock in my mouth
and he fucked my mouth until he came. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it.”
    Mirela blinked. “That works?”
    He groaned and leaned his head into the bars. It brought his
chest close to her and he smelled very good. She took another deep breath and
his smell caused the same curl of pleasure in her belly that William’s touch
had.
    “You’re very innocent.”
    “I’m learning. You’re an ass.”
    He laughed, a real one this time and, quite unexpectedly,
hugged her. His arms were muscled and strong. Mirela leaned her head against
his shoulder and closed her eyes.
    His laughter faded as she wrapped her arms around him.
    They stood that way, just holding each other, for a long
time. She wondered what he was thinking. Her leg muscles were fluttering and
her face felt flushed.
    “Mirela.” He groaned, tipping her face up with his hand. She
looked up into blue eyes. His hair was in front of his face again and she
pushed it away.
    “You smell very good,” she said, “and I like the way it
feels when you hold me.”
    “No.” He pushed her away. “Have you been listening? I just
had sex with Lord William.”
    “I thought you liked other men,” she said, confused. Had he
been unwilling? Had William forced him? She thought rape was something that
only happened to women who were too bold and strayed too far from their
families, but until a few days ago she hadn’t really known men could like other
men.
    “I do.”
    “So it was not