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  Eternally Three 2

  Captivation

  Though tripling is necessary for immortals to survive, warrior angel Kronos doesn't want to share Eve Rousseau. When she slips away undetected, his guilt multiplies. He swears to find her before it’s too late.

  Eve’s rescue from a band of demons ends in captivity. The immortal warriors say it’s necessary for her safety, but she doubts their motives.

  Jinn commander Nash is rewarded for rescuing Eve from the claws of the monsters. He’s assigned to identify which two immortals can activate her dormant bloodline magic. But being near her ignites something inside him that he doesn’t understand and can’t snuff out. All he can think about is bending her to his will and providing her with pleasure.

  Eve wants nothing to do with the invisible world, including Nash and Kronos. Will she fall victim to the evil pursuing her, or will she finally surrender to love?

  Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre/BDSM/Paranormal

  Length: 63,862 words

  CAPTIVATION

  Eternally Three 2

  Kris Cook

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  CAPTIVATION

  Copyright © 2010 by Kris Cook

  E-book ISBN: 1-60601-910-4

  First E-book Publication: September 2010

  Cover design by Jinger Heaston

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  Letter from Kris Cook

  Regarding Ebook Piracy

  Dear Readers,

  Some believe electronic piracy is a victimless crime. It is not.

  I love my job! I’m an author. I work hard to create books. Every sentence is painstakingly created, revised, edited…and edited again. All the work is done in the hope to take readers on adventures that they enjoy.

  Like most, I have to make a living. That is done through royalties earned when my books are purchased. Please, do not pirate my books by downloading them from file sharing sites.

  With deep gratitude,

  Kris Cook

  DEDICATION

  To my Wednesday night chat regulars: Ali, Bonnie, Heather, Janey, Michelle, Stella, Tara, & Tina.

  To cover artist, Jinger.

  To Alison at Siren.

  To the ones who believe in me and cheer me on: Al, Angelina, Steve, Phillip, Juanita & Lalo, Mike & Chuck, David & Bert, Jay, Libby & John, Eric & Randy, Mike & Chuck, Jim & Michael, Mike & Michael, Ty & Michael – (too many Mikes, I know. LOL!).

  To my author friends: Nikki Duncan and Candace Havens.

  To the members of North Texas Romance Writers of America.

  To my author-mentor buddies: Shayla Black and Melissa Schroeder.

  And to Stephen.

  CAPTIVATION

  Eternally Three 2

  KRIS COOK

  Copyright © 2010

  Chapter 1

  A month ago, I learned from the bloodline genealogical pages in the book that our mother had a sister that neither Micki nor I ever knew. Our aunt is dead. But she had a daughter. I found her with the help of the book. She’d been living on the streets in Los Angeles. She hadn’t eaten in several days. She was only three when her mother died. No siblings. I’m so glad I had Micki growing up. I can’t imagine how my cousin survived.

  David agreed to place her under the Alliance’s protection.

  She’s only a year younger than Micki, but she, too, will die unless I can figure out how to fix the Bloodline’s genetic time bomb.

  I can’t believe that I’m tired of sex, but I am.

  Eric’s Flash Drive: day 55—entry 6

  * * * *

  Eve Rousseau ran fast, looking over her shoulder. Her heart punched her ribs like a boxer. Her lungs nearly sawed out of her chest.

  No place to go. Nowhere safe.

  Still, she ran. No way in hell was she simply going to give up and die.

  A block back she spotted the three strangers in dark trenchcoats, all male, who had been tailing her for the past ten minutes. When they entered the lit area under a lamppost, the tallest nodded toward her and pointed. She’d been foolish to think that wearing a large overcoat and tucking her distinctive red hair into a cap would be camouflage enough to elude these creatures. Even from this distance, she swore the tall guy wore an evil grin. Then the trio sped up, their gaits becoming sprints.

  She whirled forward and ran harder. Though they looked normal enough, she doubted they were.

  Frantic for a policeman, a crowd, or an escape, Eve scanned the street but found it empty. Regretfully, this part of the city shut down much earlier than downtown, where, until three nights ago, she’d been staying for the past two months.

  Eve longed for the room she shared with her roommate, Mava, but she’d left it back at the nightclub, Zone Three, in her rush to escape that arrogant prick David.

  And Kronos.

  Part of her wished Kro was by her side now. She’d been enjoying his company for the past couple of months. His humor and kindness always made her weak in the knees. At first, it had been fun and games. His sexual skills had taken her to heights of pleasure again and again, and with his gentleness and caring, he’d begun to peel away the fortress around her heart. And she’d been terrifyingly close to letting him.

  With Kro beside her, she’d always felt safe, but he worked for David, just like the men following her. She didn’t want anything to do with David—the icy control freak—or his secrets. And knowing what she knew now, Eve would never feel safe with Kronos again.

  The slap of the men’s boots on the pavement behind her spiked her adrenaline. They were getting closer.

  Oh God!

  Pushing her fatigue aside, Eve ran faster.

  Ahead, an all-night diner’s sign burned like a promising light at the end of a long, dark tunnel
: OPEN. She darted toward her only chance at safety.

  When she ran through the diner’s glass door, the bell above jingled. Panting, she slammed the door and twisted the silver knob, locking it, a poor deterrent given what these guys were capable of, but her only available option. She killed the lights on the neon sign by pulling its chain and hoped like hell David’s thugs wouldn’t find her.

  Shaking, she turned. The décor was a throwback to mid-century design. Red laminate tables and matching red vinyl chairs, all with chrome legs, filled the space. The jukebox in the far corner of the diner twanged with a country ballad. The place smelled of bacon and eggs, just like her childhood memories of Aunt Penny’s kitchen.

  Feeling dark stares on her, Eve looked back through the glass to the street. The three men no longer ran but made a beeline toward her almost lazily, as if they knew they had her cornered. Cold settled deep under her skin.

  “Well, don’t stand there by the door, hon. Sit anywhere you like,” a lyrical voice wafted her way.

  Thank God she wasn’t alone.

  Eve tossed a glance over her shoulder at the woman pouring coffee for the place’s only customers, an elderly couple. The plastic tag pinned to her uniform gave her name: Nancy.

  Please, God, let there be a muscled cook with a gun in the back!

  “Call the police!” Eve shouted.

  The woman’s eyes widened, and the couple turned their gaze to her, their faces revealing concern.

  Nancy tilted her head. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

  “Everything. Please, call nine-one-one. Three very big men are chasing me. Call the police now!”

  Eve moved away from the entrance and looked back through the glass. Her assailants now stood glaring in the middle of the street, like circling vultures ready for a dinner from a rotting carcass yet too cautious to swoop in for the meal. Had the men decided against pursuing since there would be witnesses?

  Suddenly, a white utility van pulled up between the diner and the thugs, blocking them from her sight. On the side of the vehicle Grafton Cleaning Service, along with a phone number, was written in blood red letters. She felt hope rush in. More witnesses. Thank God.

  She waited to see who might exit the van, but the passenger’s door remained closed. Squinting to see the driver, she detected dark hair. Nothing else. Whoever sat behind the wheel didn’t immediately leave the vehicle. Would the trio rip the driver to shreds once out of the van?

  “Oh God! No!”

  “Sweetie, I don’t see any men chasing you. Are you hurt?” Nancy asked. “Bump your head maybe?”

  Instead of turning to the woman, Eve kept her gaze fixed on the danger just outside the glass door. They looked like ordinary guys, but she suspected they weren’t. “No! I swear, there are men following me who want to hurt me. They’re outside right now!”

  Suddenly, the smell of sulfur filled her nose.

  “Wrong, bloodliner.” The speaker’s voice came from behind her. Inside the diner.

  “How the hell did you get in here?” Eve whirled and gasped, trying to swallow down a double dose of fear.

  Somehow, the creatures who had been following her had gotten inside the diner, despite the fact she’d locked the door—and that they’d never come near it. She thought about running to the van, asking the driver to hit the gas and provide her escape, but before she could act a man’s hand clamped down on her shoulder.

  Bringing her knee to the asshole’s groin, she lost her footing when he shoved her to the ground before she could connect. Her back hit the tiled floor with a thud. Sharp pain shot through her spine. Eve bit her lip to hold back the tears. The son-of-a-bitch wouldn’t see her cry.

  She stared up at her assailant who was standing and glaring down at her. The creep was as tall as a giant and built like a jagged boulder, and his face looked like a block of cold granite. His nose spread across his mug like a mountain, and a wide purple scar trailed from his ear to his lips, but the strangest of all his features were his eyes: no irises or whites, only empty black. She turned to take in the other two shorter thugs and found the same dark, evil orbs.

  “The police are on their way already,” she lied. “Nancy just called them.”

  “Is that right, Nancy?” The man’s voice sounded like buzz saws on a chalkboard.

  “No, I didn’t call the police. No time,” the waitress stated flatly.

  When Eve looked at Nancy’s slackened face, she knew why. Somehow, the men—correction, monsters—had hypnotized her. The old couple, too.

  Eve rolled to her side to try to get to her feet.

  “Still some fight left in that morsel,” the shortest man mocked, nodding at her.

  All three held a long sword in one hand and a menacing pistol in the other.

  Both of scar-face’s weapons were pointed at her.

  She had to keep him talking, arguing, whatever. If she couldn’t… well, she didn’t want to think about it.

  “You’re not taking me back to David.”

  The short man laughed. “Isn’t David the one who put that mark on your face, Irkon?”

  “Yes. Goddamn bastard,” he spat.

  So they weren’t working for David. In fact, they sounded like his enemies. Her mind whirled. Did they think he was her employer?

  “Hey, I’m no friend of David, either.”

  “Is that why you lived under his roof for the past several weeks? Don’t lie to me, bitch. David’s not the type to be a sugar daddy to someone without fringe benefits.” Irkon took a menacing step towards Eve; one more and he’d be on top of her. “Tell me, did he like bending you over and shoving his dick up your ass?”

  Eve clenched her fists, fighting to keep her tone free of fear and anger. “David never touched me, and I wouldn’t have let him.”

  “You’re telling me that he gave you a free ride?” Irkon’s mouth twisted into a hideous smile. “Impossible. That Alliance fucker always has an angle.”

  Eve agreed. She’d met a man named Eric several months ago who claimed to be her cousin. He’d introduced her to David, who’d offered her room and board at his nightclub.

  Zone Three’s customers had specific sexual tastes, running to the multiple partner variety. At first she’d thought David wanted her to use her body for the rent. She’d played up her flirtatious side in order to get a hot meal and a soft bed. If he’d ever tried to press her for more, she would’ve taken off. But after a few weeks of his apparent indifference toward her, she’d let herself believe that the owner of Zone Three didn’t require anything from her in exchange for lodging. For the first time in her life, she’d let her guard down and felt safe and protected.

  Those mistakes might be her death. If she survived tonight, she’d never again be so stupid.

  “Yes, I took the handout. Who wouldn’t? But I’m no friend of David. I owe that asshole nothing.”

  Irkon laughed. “You’re a pistol, bloodliner.”

  He called me that before. Bloodliner. What does that mean?

  “If you want to get back at David, maybe I can help. I know how to get past the bruisers surrounding his place.”

  Irkon tilted his head. He looked intrigued.

  She continued, her gut unclenching in hope. “Do we have a deal?”

  “Okay, human. You tell me what you know, and we’ll let you go.”

  She doubted Irkon would release her voluntarily, but the secret entrance she would lead them to always had massive Zone Three bouncers guarding it. Most were Kro’s buddies. They could ensure this bastard stuck to his end of the bargain.

  “There’s a door in a building two blocks south from Zone Three. It leads to a tunnel. You’ll need me to show you where.”

  “A waste. We already know about that. I suppose you thought you could walk us right up to those fuckers and you could get away. Nice try. Not too stupid for a human female.”

  Her heart sunk.

  “Enough of this stalling.”

  “Wait! I know more.”

  �
�No. I’ve got some special treatment planned for you. You’ll be screaming to return to Zone Three and your angels. But I won’t let them save you.” He holstered his gun, keeping his sword pointed at her, and then he unbuttoned his pants with an ugly smile. “I’m gonna rip your body apart from the inside out.”

  Icy fear pounded Eve. She tried to push it aside and kick at him. But suddenly she couldn’t move; her legs felt cemented to the floor. No, not just my legs, my whole body.

  “What have you done to me?”

  “A little spell. I’d like to taste you for myself.”

  Some sort of magic? The whole world had gone nuts, and now she was slipping into insanity along with it.

  She stifled a scream of terror as the bastard squatted down on top of her, his ass pressed against her denim-covered thighs.

  “Let’s see your pretty red locks.” He removed her cap then threaded his fingers through her hair. “Does the carpet match the drapes?”

  She wriggled under his weight. “Fuck off!”

  Smiling, he reached for her top and ripped it open, sending its buttons spilling to the floor.

  Cold air hit her skin. Shit! Her heart chugged faster and faster. Fear tingled across her body.

  “Touch me and you’ll regret it.”

  “Really?” He smiled at her wickedly and cupped each of her breasts. His fingers seared her even through the bra. “This how those fucking do-gooders touched you?”

  The asshole’s hands on her chest made her skin crawl, and she dreaded what was likely to come. Still, a combination of cold air and insistent fingers had her nipples beading against her will.

  “She feels nice, guys. We can all have some fun with this one before we take her to the Master.” He grabbed the bra’s cups and pulled hard.

  Her back lifted off the floor, but the paralysis remained. He pulled his hand back and positioned the sword’s tip at her shoulder.

  This is it. This is how I die.

  The blade went under one strap, and Irkon sliced it in half. Then he did the same to the other. In a split-second, the band around her rib cage was severed and her back hit the floor again. The beast tossed the ruined bra to a far corner of the diner. Her breasts spilled free.

  Irkon’s gaze settled on her chest. He looked like a rabid dog staring at fresh meat.