Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I’d never felt so much like a zoo animal before until that moment, being prodded down a dark hallway by men with rifles. It was all I could do not to play the role and roar at them, needing to take some control back, because all else, I had to fucking save Satin.

Even if I didn’t really know who the fuck she was.

“Lock them inside,” Salvio said, and rifle barrels and butts pushed me into a small pitch-black storage closet like a beast—my only consolation was that Satin was beside me.

“Anything you want to tell me?” I murmured, once the door had been slammed shut and locked on the other side.

“Why? Anything you want to know?” she asked, sarcastically, and then I heard her sigh. “They’re specialized implants. I really can’t see, not like you can, but they transmit positions and temperatures into my head—it’s a lot like sonar, but also with heatmaps. They also act as bone conduction speakers, so I can listen to my phone, where no one else can hear.” She left my side and started walking around. “We need to leave this place.”

“Agreed.”

“No, Ace—really,” she said with special emphasis. “Because I use only one of them for vision. The other one’s a bomb, cued to go off once it reads lower than my body temperature. Once Salvio takes them out of his pockets for long…”

I was left reeling anew, flooded with respect for the clearly mad woman I…wanted.

For my mate.

“Understood,” I said. I wrestled with my cuffs, and tried to move the chain on the ones between my hooves to someplace that I could stomp it.

“Shit,” she cursed, coming back to me after having made a circuit of the room. “There’s nothing in here that I can use to pick your locks.”

“What, you don’t keep a special bobby-pin in your hair?”

“Ha, ha,” she said, without any humor. “No, I don’t.”

Then I had a flash of insight. “Uh…I’ve got something you might be able to use.”

“On you? Somewhere?” she asked, and started patting around the outside of my kilt.

“Yeah. So to speak. Lift it up.”

“Ace,” she said, her voice full of disappointment. “You have got to be kidding.”

“I’m not. And please be certain that I’ve never said these words, in this order, in my entire life: grab my dick, unclip it from my leg, and pull the piercing out, for me.”

I could almost feel her body tensing, but then slowly she did as she was told, lifting my leather kilt up before fumbling underneath. The men outside had tied both her hands in front of her at least, which made things a little easier for her—but for me, things were a strange combination of horny and mortifying.

Her hands found my base, wrapped around it, and then sunk down, down, down, as my dick strained up to meet her.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“I wasn’t joking last night.”

“And…this?” she asked, finding the tip of me, where my jewelry was clipped. One of her hands held me, while the other followed the chain to my thigh.

“If I don’t do that, it gets in the way.”

“Aren’t you worried about catching it on something?”

“If something’s that close to my dick without me knowing it, I have bigger problems,” I said. Her hands were quiet as she took the moment in. “You, uh, might want to hurry.”

“I’m a bit scared to unleash it,” she confessed.

“Don’t be. It would never hurt you.”

I didn’t know if it was my statement, or the sound of men shouting outside, followed by several large bangs, that rushed her to action, but her she started working on opening up the ring on my PA. Luckily, as a sculptor, she had strong fingers, and I heard it’s trapped ball fall on the floor, and quickly roll off.

“Good,” I said. “Now just unthread it, and give it to me.”

She held my dick still with one hand—while it practically rose to attack her—and did as she was told, putting the piece of steel inside my hands.

I used my satyr’s strength to straighten it, hopefully enough to where it could substitute for a lockpick. “Will this work?” I asked, offering it back out to her.

Her hands fumbled over mine in the dark before finding it. “Only one way to know,” she said, taking it from me, before searching my cuffs for their keyhole.