Vivian's tongue traveled upward. From his sac, along the underside of his shaft, to the base. She licked. Long, slow stroke. Her tongue flattened against the skin. The taste intensified. Her emerald eyes didn't leave his face.
"My daughter," she whispered. The words came out before she could stop them. Her voice was tight. Strained. The voice of a mother who was worried and aroused and confused all at once. "Is Gwen safe?"
Viktor's hand on Bella's breast paused. His other hand, on Kaida's breast, continued. His eyes found Vivian's.
"Gwen is right now in the Hartfield territory," he said. "She is safe."
Vivian's tongue trembled against his shaft. The relief was visible. Her shoulders dropped. Her breath came out.
