Late Wednesday Words: NAMESAKE

I had a post at Diamond Authors yesterday, so I delayed Wednesday Words. Never fear, it's excerpt time!

How about some Voider fun? Take a peek at Namesake...

 

In the year 2078, Cross Step, Kansas, is now home to strange portals called Voids. Norms (normal people), Voiders (those who came through the Voids) and Conduits (humans affected by the Voids) all live together, segregated from the rest of the world.

Vicki is a Conduit, a human with the psychic ability to tap into the energy around her. A mistake at a bar puts her under the scrutiny of one very hungry Ravager pack, werewolf-like Voiders who like what they see.

Eric isn’t just any Ravager, he’s Prime, the king of his clan. He takes what he wants, when he wants it—and he wants Vicki. It’ll take more than her sneaking, conniving and seductive ways to dissuade his interest. Because in Vicki, Eric and his packmates have something much more precious than a rare queen…they have a woman to love forever.

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“What’ll you have?”

Vicki swallowed hard and glanced up. A waitress, fully clothed thank God, stood waiting.

The only noises in the bar to be heard were the clinking of the bartender’s bottles and the slurping, sucking sounds of sex.

“Scotch. Straight.” Weirdest damn night of my life. And I know weird.

The waitress nodded and left. To Vicki’s relief, conversations resumed. Keeping her head down but her energy at the ready, she decided to wait it out in here as long as she could. Once Chen’s people and the Salinas had time to breeze by, she’d leave. Preferably out the back door.

A beer plunked down in front of her.

“Thanks, but I ordered a Scotch…” She trailed off as four men surrounded her small table.

“You’re new,” the tallest one said.

Vicki nearly swallowed her tongue. Nearly six and a half feet of pure menace studied her like a hungry wolf. Jeans, biker boots and a black t-shirt clung to him like a second skin. He had ice-blue eyes, cropped black hair and an attitude proclaiming him king of the mountain.

His buddies looked just as fierce. Like the rest of the Ravagers in the place, they had a wild, earthy quality. The men flanking the leader had short brown hair and brown eyes that studied her with intensity. The one on the right didn’t smile. His eyes darkened as he stared at her. The one on the left looked like a charmer as he assessed what he could see of her past the tabletop. He grinned and rumbled something she couldn’t decipher to the fourth man furthest from her.

The lone blond nodded. “She’s definitely sitting at our table.”

“Sorry.” Vicki stood to leave and the four took a step closer.

Before she knew it, they’d moved the chairs and table out of the way. Nothing stood between her and them but a few feet of empty space. And no one around them seemed to care.

The tallest one held her beer out to her.

“You know what? You keep it,” Vicki said. “Again, my apologies for taking your table.” She met his gaze before realizing her mistake. Shit. Never look them in the eye. Not unless you want to lose a limb. She quickly glanced away.

“Our table. Right.” The blond cut off the small space between him and the wall she’d been eyeing. Her one avenue of escape now denied.

“Um, guys? You’re kind of crowding me.” One Ravager she might be able to handle. But four who looked like these predators?

“Good.” The charmer winked. “My tall friend here is Eric. I’m Logan, the pretty one.” The others snorted. “This is Jesse,” he said of the intense brown-haired male next to him. “And the blond is Dominic.”

She puzzled over the introductions. Maybe they didn’t mean to be so threatening?

“And you are?” Eric asked, the rumble of his voice vibrating along her nerves like a physical caress.

Squelching the urge to shiver, she answered, aware of his knowing gaze. “Vicki.”

“Vicki.” He savored her name. Heat licked at her womb. “How did you get in?”

“Ah,” she paused, wondering if she should tell the truth. “I, well…”

The front door burst open to admit Salinas like invading ants. The minute the lawmen understood they’d busted into a Ravager hangout, they tensed and drew weapons. Everyone in the bar froze. “We don’t want any trouble here. We’re searching for a young woman, five foot nine, long black hair. Yellow eyes.”

They’re brown, assholes.

“We seen that here?” the bartender asked.

Everyone around murmured denials, no love for the Salinas a common thread among Voiders.

Surrounded by four giants, Vicki felt safe enough from prying eyes. Hell, if everyone decided to screw the Salinas by withholding information, so much the better.

She let out a relieved sigh then noted her four new friends staring down at her with calculating expressions. “What?”

“Your eyes are unique, Vicki,” Eric said in a low voice. He cupped her face, his calloused hands warm against her skin. “Salinas,” he said over his shoulder. “Why do you want this yellow-eyed woman?”

“She caused a public disturbance at Rock Hall, assaulted two women and three men and stole private property from Mr. Chen.”

“Mr.” Chen. Great. My luck to get the Salinas on Chen’s payroll. Some in the crowd chuckled while others began talking in louder voices.

“What’ll it be, Vicki?” Eric murmured.

“Be?” Damn him. She had a bad feeling he was offering a choice she didn’t want to make.

“The Salinas or us?”

By us, did he mean… All four of the men surrounding her seethed with energy. She could feel the arousal in each of them pulsing like a living thing. The “us” definitely meant all of them, but Vicki didn’t have a choice. No way in hell could she go with the Salinas, especially if they meant to send her off with Chen. With these guys she stood a chance—granted, a slim chance in hell—of escaping intact.

“Damn it.” Vicki seethed, annoyed their arousal was stoking her own. First Chen, now Ravagers? Is this my night for Voider love or what? Swearing under her breath, she yanked Eric to her. Forcing him to bend to meet her mouth, she gave him her answer.

“Nobody here by that description, Salinas,” Dominic yelled. “Now get the hell gone.”

Other Ravagers seconded the sentiment.

Not sure if they’d left or not, Vicki tried not to succumb to Eric’s wild taste. Basic need, raw sex and a long thick cock against her belly took a huge chunk out of her resistance.

He growled and pressed her hard against the wall, no longer accepting her kiss so much as taking charge of it.

The others stepped closer, caging Vicki and Eric together.

He used his whole mouth—tongue and teeth and lips—to turn her world upside down. One minute she’d been kissing him, the next he had his tongue down her throat and his hand on her breast.

No, not his hand. His hands were on her waist as he lifted her effortlessly, wrapped Vicki’s legs around him and ground against her damp crotch.

Fingers pinched both her nipples with enough pressure to make her gasp.

Eric swallowed her cry as he dry-humped her against the wall. He swallowed her pleas for more, stroked her lips and drew a drop of blood with sharp teeth. The pain only made the pleasure that much sweeter.

“She’s burning up,” Logan murmured.

Jesse rasped, “I want a taste.”

“Not until Prime’s done,” she heard Dominic say. “And by the look of him, he hasn’t had his fill.” Dominic laughed, a hoarse sound full of need.

What the hell’s a Prime? Dazed at the intense lust swamping her, Vicki tried to break Eric’s hold.

He sucked hard at her neck and groaned. “That’s it, fight me.” He managed a hand down her pants. How, she had no idea. “Oh yeah, you’re wet, baby. So fucking ready.”

The others panted in time, as if drawing the same breaths.

“Do it now, Prime.”

“Fuck her.”

“Mark her,” Dominic urged, and the others stilled. “This one. I feel it.”

Lost to common sense, to the fact she was close to having an orgasm in public, Vicki shifted and cried out when a finger suddenly penetrated her.

“Ride it, baby. Come for me,” Eric said, his eyes blazing. “That’s it.”

“I have to go.” Somewhere Sean waited for her. She had to get the client that ring. Vicki couldn’t have sex in public with four men…four Ravagers, for God’s sake.

But reason didn’t make a peep as Eric thumbed her clit and thrust another finger inside her, widening her. Vicki was on fire. The hands on her continued to tease, touching her everywhere.

Eric continued to finger-fuck her and whispered, “Take it. Let your pussy swallow my fingers then my dick. I’m doing to ram it up in you. Bathe you in my seed. Then the pack will have you, again and again, until you belong. We’ll take good care of you, Vicki. Real good care.”

He nipped her earlobe and she shuddered as she came around him. Bucking against his magical fingers, she clawed at him like a madwoman.

“Christ, that’s hot,” Logan breathed.

“My turn.” Eric’s eyes glowed, much like hers, she thought dazedly. He removed his hand from between her thighs and fiddled with the snap of his jeans. Then the snap of her jeans.

Her jeans. Over her now-drenched panties.

Blushing, Vicki pushed at his chest and found Eric immovable. The hands on her breasts shoved her to the wall, no longer playing but restraining. Logan and Jesse growled in warning while Dominic monitored it all behind them.

The hell of it all was that Vicki found them arousing when she should have been screaming at them to let her go. Eric shoved at the waistband of her jeans and tangled his fingers in her pocket. When he brushed against the ring there, Vicki froze.

Sean would be waiting, unaware of Chen’s infiltration into the Salinas. Worse, Chen might have already grabbed him, wanting his property back. So much for Sean’s grand plan to steal the thing in plain sight.

“I have to go,” she said. Eric’s cock brushed her belly and she shivered. He is so damn sexy. “I really have to go.”

“Come around me this time,” he ordered.

She stared at his lengthening fangs and brilliant gaze. He bent his head to her throat and positioned himself between her folds. When the hell did my legs let go of his waist? And why are my pants and panties around my ankles?

Knowing she had piss-poor timing but unable to help it, Vicki took energy from the men around her. Reaching out to touch Dominic, she linked physically to all of them as she absorbed their strength.

With a mighty yell, she let it go.

The four of them flew back through the air as if carried by a tornado. She spared a moment to straighten her clothes and made sure the four of them could move after crashing through several tables, then tore off like a shot out the back exit.

Vicki chastised herself as the Ravagers’ incredible arousal still rode her hard. What had she been thinking? And why the hell was this damn ring important enough to stop right before Eric had a chance to push inside her?

Because Norm/Voider relationships don’t work. Especially not with sexually charged, aggressive Ravagers. Rumor had it they fucked anything that moved seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year. And I turned that down? I must be nuts.

After putting a good mile between her and that damn bar, Vicki eased up. She must have lost them. Not wanting to chance that they might track her by scent, she grabbed the nearest bus and made her way home, glad she’d long ago listed the place under her grandmother’s name. Considering her propensity to find trouble at work, she’d taken her cousin’s advice and hidden her home base. Once Sean realized she hadn’t made it to MacT’s, he’d look for her here.

Inside the roomy townhouse and seated nervously on the sofa, Vicki waited. She was hungry. Her ribs ached and her jeans chafed, uncomfortably moist at the crotch. I had an orgasm in a Ravager bar with four wolfish Voiders. Technically three, she corrected herself, since Dominic didn’t do much other than guard them and cheer. Christ.

Vicki slapped a hand over her eyes and groaned. But as the minutes passed, she couldn’t stop thinking about her Ravager encounter…and why she hadn’t wanted it to end.

 NAMESAKE