Petro stood up and pressed his whole body against the bars. “All right, all right. Maybe you’re afraid, just like me. You know what? I don’t care what happens to me anymore. I’m a dead man, I know that. But tell me one thi
ng. Just one thing. Is Leila at the Count’s mansion? She’s not here, in these dungeons, but I know she wanted to apply for a job. Is she there?”
“Leila…?” A chill ran up her spine, and it wasn’t because of the cold and humidity down there.
“She’s the priest’s daughter. Tall, long brown hair, lovely green eyes… we were supposed to get married. If you know her, if you’ve seen her around… Please make sure she’s okay. Please help her escape. Please…”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
Petro didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t insist. Instead, he pushed harder against the iron bars. His face looked so squished that Sophie was afraid he might slip his whole head between two bars if he pushed hard enough.
“The Count will be here any minute now. He always visits us after lunch. I don’t know why… Maybe he simply takes pleasure in seeing us all trapped in here, helpless. I don’t know who you are, Miss, but you’re not one of those creatures. You’re not like him. You have to go now.”
Blood rose to Sophie’s head, and her heart started beating faster. She couldn’t understand how Petro could tell she was not a demon. She did have her shield down and her demon sigil hidden deep underneath her skin, but still. A human should have never been able to tell the difference. She threw one last glance at the phial in his hand, then turned around and motioned for Irvene to lead the way.
“Don’t worry, Miss! I’ll keep it for you!”
The echo of Petro’s voice followed her down the tunnel and up the stone stairs of the cellar.
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Leila showed her to Alexi’s room and made sure the corridor was empty. No one saw Sophie enter the guest house, and she hoped with all her heart it would be just as easy for her to sneak out unseen. Indeed, the Count had gone to the chalet and taken his assistant with him. She didn’t have much time, but it was enough. She needed to see Alexi and Kain, she needed to recharge her energy and regain some control over her senses, otherwise she might give herself away before they even had a chance to save all those people. She knocked on the door and fell into Kain’s arms the moment the blond opened it.
“Sophie, what are you doing here?”
“You’re asking me? I thought you two had separate rooms.”
The blond smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“Oh, shut up!”
Alexi came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips. “Are you insane? Why didn’t you send Leila with a message?”
Sophie’s eyes gleamed with desire when she saw Alexi’s luscious skin and tight muscles. She pulled out of Kain’s arms and went straight to the Russian, her hands immediately reaching for his strong chest and shoulders. She moaned at how good his body felt under her fingertips.
“I had to see you. Both of you. Why do you think I asked you to meet me in the greenhouse the other night? I could have sent Leila with the stuff for the shaman.”
Alexi looked deep into her eyes and saw how tired and sad she was. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. “Sophie, are you okay?” He had been so absorbed by his own problems that he had completely ignored her that night. A pang of guilt stabbed at his heart, and he hid his face in her hair, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo, and kissed her ear tenderly.
“No, I’m not okay. I’m so drained that every time Casimir is around I just black out. I can’t remember half of what we talk about, and I often come back to my senses and realize I’m either at his chalet or in the garden, but I have no idea how I ended up there. He’s feeding off my energy, Alexi. He’s constantly saying how he’s saving me for the Spring Celebration, but then he can’t help it and promises he’ll take just a little bit. Just a taste. Every time he does that, I pass out for hours.”
Kain strolled towards them, anger shining in his pale blue eyes. “That bastard!” He stopped behind Sophie, his arms resting on her ample hips while his lips sought her other ear. “He’ll pay for this. They all will.”
Sophie leaned back into the blond’s embrace, sighing at the intoxicating sensation of finally being held by the two men she loved so much. “Yes, yes they will,” she said between moans. Alexi had started kissing down her neck, and Kain’s fingers were fumbling with her corset. “It’s almost over, but I’m so weak… I need you. If I want to remember what the Count tells me when he’s with me, then I need more energy. Who knows? Maybe we can use that information.”
“Shh… we’re here for you,” whispered Alexi.
“We don’t have much time.” Sophie undid his towel and threw it on the bed. She fell to her knees and took his hard cock into her mouth. She would have loved to tease him and stroke him slowly, but she couldn’t afford that luxury now. She started sucking him hard and fast, eager to have him in her pussy rather than in her mouth.
Kain got rid of his own clothes before sinking to his knees behind Sophie. They couldn’t risk getting caught, so there was no time for foreplay. He knew that what she needed right now was to be taken firmly and quickly. The moment she pulled up her shield and let her cambion aura fill the air, he and Alexi did the same. They weren’t two demons and one human anymore, they were three cambions whose energies danced together, mingled, and enveloped them into a sweet bubble of lust and love.
When the blond pulled at the last string of her corset, Sophie’s breasts popped out and she released a sigh of relief. It was so nice to feel so free again. He pushed her long skirt over her hips and his hand found her wet cleft. His cock twitched when he realized she wasn’t wearing panties. He would have loved to sink his face between her thighs, but the position didn’t allow it. Instead, her pushed his index finger inside her hot cavern and felt her walls clench around it.
Sophie pulled away to take a break and admire her handy work. Alexi’s cock was nice and thick, the head pink and engorged. She looked up into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me first.”
“As you wish, sweetie.”
“On the table.”