dreams, whispering erotic words in her ear as he….
No, he wasn’t her Aradian; he was just the bastard that set this chain of events into motion. If it weren’t for him, she would be back at the nursery, her son by her side as they coaxed blooms into opening, as she filled orders and Toby played with his sword and his trucks. She was going to slam her fist into his beautiful face once more when she was free.
“He’s just a little boy and doesn’t understand what is happening,” she implored, squeezing her hands into fists at her sides so as to not punch him. “He must be terrified and confused; please, let me see him.”
“Will you give me what I want?” he asked softly, seductively, his green eyes lingering appreciatively on her chest, his masculine musk swirling around and seducing her senses.
She paused as her heart raced in her chest; he was going to allow her to see her son. It didn’t matter what it cost her, she would see her son. Slowly, she nodded, “Yes.”
“Did you think it would be that easy?” he chuckled harshly. The humor and seductive manner vanished just as quickly as they came, quite taking her breath away, “After the difficulties you have caused me?”
“Let my son go and you can fuck me right here, right now,” she said through gritted teeth, trying to tell herself that she was only offering sex in order to get Toby, not because she actually wanted to have sex with him. With as much venom as she could muster, she spat, “I’ll spread my legs and you can plow away until your seed is planted deep in my belly. Isn’t that what you want?”
She heard him chuckle once more, a dark and dangerously erotic sound. Her skin heated and the sensation of being in his arms flittered through her; she wanted to smack her forehead. His voice was amused as he told her, “Now, my delectable Breeder, the child has proven to be worth more to me than a vanilla fuck. I’ll not take you until you are begging me to fuck you, until you are so lost in passion that you have to have me.”
“Fine,” she acquiesced coldly. If he would only let her see her son, she would do anything for him. Her soul ached to see Toby and if he was in there she would have the chance she needed to escape and though the outcome would likely result in her capture and possible death, she was willing to take it. Freedom was worth fighting for; dying for. Licking her lips, she lifted her head and met his eyes, “Let me see my son.”
She heard the click of the lock and every fiber of her being held its breath. Watching intently, she saw the door open and a moment later Toby stumbled in and the door closed behind him. It didn’t lock. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, “Toby.”
His expression brightened and he crossed the room, throwing his arms around her neck. “Mommy!”
Laughing, crying, she wrapped her arms around her little boy and hugged him to her, never wanting to let him go. Had she really thought she would have been able to survive without him? He was her everything. "Toby, my heart; I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” he gushed. “But the people who have been watching me have been very nice; they asked me to make a plant grow and then they gave me cookies and stuff.”
Mal did not like the sound of that; were they trying to poison him? She hoped not; she hoped that what the Aradian said was true, that Toby was more valuable to them than she was; they wouldn’t hurt him if he was so important. And what sort of test was it to make a plant grow? She was grateful that her son inherited her green thumb. Holding her son, she looked up at the devastating Aradian, “Could I have a few minutes with my child?”
He bowed his head in an astonishingly old world gesture. “As you wish.”
As soon as he left, Malorie hugged Toby closer, and sat back down in the chair, holding her son on her lap. “Where’s your grandfather? Is he with you?”
“No,” Toby shook his head, twisting
No, he wasn’t her Aradian; he was just the bastard that set this chain of events into motion. If it weren’t for him, she would be back at the nursery, her son by her side as they coaxed blooms into opening, as she filled orders and Toby played with his sword and his trucks. She was going to slam her fist into his beautiful face once more when she was free.
“He’s just a little boy and doesn’t understand what is happening,” she implored, squeezing her hands into fists at her sides so as to not punch him. “He must be terrified and confused; please, let me see him.”
“Will you give me what I want?” he asked softly, seductively, his green eyes lingering appreciatively on her chest, his masculine musk swirling around and seducing her senses.
She paused as her heart raced in her chest; he was going to allow her to see her son. It didn’t matter what it cost her, she would see her son. Slowly, she nodded, “Yes.”
“Did you think it would be that easy?” he chuckled harshly. The humor and seductive manner vanished just as quickly as they came, quite taking her breath away, “After the difficulties you have caused me?”
“Let my son go and you can fuck me right here, right now,” she said through gritted teeth, trying to tell herself that she was only offering sex in order to get Toby, not because she actually wanted to have sex with him. With as much venom as she could muster, she spat, “I’ll spread my legs and you can plow away until your seed is planted deep in my belly. Isn’t that what you want?”
She heard him chuckle once more, a dark and dangerously erotic sound. Her skin heated and the sensation of being in his arms flittered through her; she wanted to smack her forehead. His voice was amused as he told her, “Now, my delectable Breeder, the child has proven to be worth more to me than a vanilla fuck. I’ll not take you until you are begging me to fuck you, until you are so lost in passion that you have to have me.”
“Fine,” she acquiesced coldly. If he would only let her see her son, she would do anything for him. Her soul ached to see Toby and if he was in there she would have the chance she needed to escape and though the outcome would likely result in her capture and possible death, she was willing to take it. Freedom was worth fighting for; dying for. Licking her lips, she lifted her head and met his eyes, “Let me see my son.”
She heard the click of the lock and every fiber of her being held its breath. Watching intently, she saw the door open and a moment later Toby stumbled in and the door closed behind him. It didn’t lock. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, “Toby.”
His expression brightened and he crossed the room, throwing his arms around her neck. “Mommy!”
Laughing, crying, she wrapped her arms around her little boy and hugged him to her, never wanting to let him go. Had she really thought she would have been able to survive without him? He was her everything. "Toby, my heart; I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” he gushed. “But the people who have been watching me have been very nice; they asked me to make a plant grow and then they gave me cookies and stuff.”
Mal did not like the sound of that; were they trying to poison him? She hoped not; she hoped that what the Aradian said was true, that Toby was more valuable to them than she was; they wouldn’t hurt him if he was so important. And what sort of test was it to make a plant grow? She was grateful that her son inherited her green thumb. Holding her son, she looked up at the devastating Aradian, “Could I have a few minutes with my child?”
He bowed his head in an astonishingly old world gesture. “As you wish.”
As soon as he left, Malorie hugged Toby closer, and sat back down in the chair, holding her son on her lap. “Where’s your grandfather? Is he with you?”
“No,” Toby shook his head, twisting
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