Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
“Cut his head off!”
“Not yet!”
“It’s now or never, bitch! Do it before he kills us all!” came the hysterical demand as Trajan opened his eyes only to find himself chained to a bed.
“Kick his ass!” a woman screamed, drawing his attention to find a beautiful brunette sitting on a couch, wearing a pink Hooters tee-shirt and sweatpants, and frantically swinging a white game controller around.
“Come on, biotch, get in the game!” the pretty blond sitting next to her screamed as she finished off her beer, crushed the can, and tossed it aside before focusing back on the game.
“I can’t find the key of Dementor! Oh, God, we’re all gonna die!” the blonde screamed as Trajan tested the handcuffs only to realize that they were made of titanium.
Fuck!
“Stay focused! We can do this,” the brunette said, looking really fucking focused on the large flatscreen television across from him.
“Ah, ladies? If I could interrupt?” Trajan said only to watch both women go still as the words “Game Over” suddenly flashed across the screen.
“We lost,” the blonde mumbled weakly, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You,” the brunette said as she narrowed her eyes on him, “spoke during a crucial moment. Are you insane?”
“Er…”
“Unbelievable!” the blonde snapped. “Two weeks to reach this dimension and Kaya’s pet gets us killed!”
“We’ll just have to start the dimension over again,” the brunette said with a heartfelt sigh, and just like that, they went back to ignoring him. When it became obvious that they weren’t going to answer his questions, Trajan decided to take a closer look at his new prison only to end up frowning.
Somehow, he’d ended up in the female version of Animal House.
They were in a large basement bedroom, Trajan realized as he took in the small window above the couch before he took in the rest of the room, taking in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer posters, noting that all the vampires had black mustaches and glasses drawn on them.
He ignored the posters of the half-naked men and continued his survey of the room.
The floor was covered in old pizza boxes, discarded cigars, Playgirl magazines, bongs, an overweight dog that was passed out on the floor among beer cans, and a huge vibrator.
How in the hell did he end up here? Trajan found himself wondering. The last thing he remembered, he was playing basketball when the leech that had been hounding him for the past two weeks showed up, trying to convince him to change her. That’s when she finally came out of the shadows.
For the past year, he’d been waiting for their game to end, and last night, it finally did.
He’d been so focused on his little stalker that he forgot all about the leech.
He found himself moving closer to his little stalker, unable to help himself right before the leech pulled a silver dagger out of her back pocket and took a threatening step towards the small woman whose scent drove him fucking crazy only to have everything suddenly go black.
“Why am I chained to a bed?” Trajan demanded as he shifted his attention to the duo focused on a fucking video game. That seemed to be a topic they didn’t mind pausing their game for. They looked at him with innocent expressions that had his eyes narrowing dangerously on them.
“Well, we had to,” the brunette said with a helpless shrug.
“Why?” Trajan bit out between clenched teeth.
“What else were we supposed to do?”
“You just wouldn’t stop!” the blonde said only to add a well-timed sniffle at the end.
“Stop what?” Trajan demanded.
“You wouldn’t stop trying to touch our naughty spots,” the brunette whispered before releasing a shuddering sigh.
“I’ve never felt so dirty before in my life! Oh, God, the things you said that you wanted to do with our feet!”
Trajan looked towards the ceiling for patience. There was no doubt in his mind that they were lying. It had been a very long time since he’d shown any interest in a woman.
A really fucking long time.
He wasn’t sure he could even get it up again.
“I feel so dirty,” came the harsh whisper that drew his glare just as the brunette’s bottom lip began to tremble only to abruptly stop when she noted his glare.
“You’re no fun,” the brunette muttered with a long-suffering sigh.
“No, I’m not. What really happened?” Trajan demanded.
“Kaya and Zoey chained you up and told us to watch you,” the blonde said, shrugging it off as she focused back on the game. “So, we’re watching you.”
“And doing a great job,” Trajan said dryly.
“We take our job seriously,” the blonde said, cracking open another beer with a satisfied sigh.
“No, he’s right. This isn’t the proper way to do this at all,” the brunette said with a heartfelt sigh and a sad shake of her head.
“You’re right. We’re better than this,” the blonde readily agreed with a solemn nod.
Before he could open his mouth to argue, they grabbed their beers and climbed onto the bed and dropped down on either side of him with satisfied sighs before returning their attention to their game.
“Ah, ladies?”
“What?” the blonde girl mumbled distractedly.
His gaze dropped to his bare chest before making its way down to the sheet covering the bottom half of his body and found himself wondering about something. “Why am I naked?”
“You’re not naked,” the brunette mumbled absently as she frantically hit the buttons on her game controller.
Sighing heavily, Trajan shifted his hips and felt the soft cotton glide over his cock. “Sure feels like it.”
“No, you’re not,” the blonde said in an annoyed tone.
“I really am.”
“Do you really think that we would be in bed with a naked man? What kind of women do you think we are?” the brunette demanded.
Trajan cocked an eyebrow and shot them a look that told them exactly what he thought about them. The blonde rolled her eyes as she dropped her game controller on the bed so that she could grab the sheet off of him and-
“Well, look at that, you are naked. Who’d have thought?” she murmured absently as she stared at his cock.
“Drop the fucking sheet!” Trajan snapped.
“Fine,” she said with a heavy sigh only to send him a fucking wink as she released the sheet. Trajan dropped his head back on the pillow and wondered why they were screwing with him.
“Can I ask you a question?” the blonde asked after a few moments.
“Why fucking not,” Trajan said, sighing heavily as he glared up at the ceiling.
“Did it hurt?”
“Did what hurt?” Trajan asked as he debated his options, take his chances and drain them before he tore his hands off or try to reason with the women currently staring at his chest.
Unable to help but frown, Trajan followed her gaze to the intricate black tattoo that ran from his chest, over his shoulder, and down his arm. “My tattoo?”
The blonde rolled her eyes. “No, I was wondering if your pec implants hurt.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Trajan demanded as he looked down at his chest and frowned. “They’re real.”
“Sure, they are,” the brunette said with a pitying look that pissed him off.
“They are,” Trajan bit out.
“Fine, don’t tell us,” the blonde said, shrugging it off as she took a sip of her beer.
“Hold on, he might be right…let me…just…” the brunette said, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she ran her hand over his chest. “I don’t know. What do you think, Tanja?”
Making sure to look put out, Tanja reached over and began caressing his chest. “Hmmm, I’m not really sure,” she said, only to follow that up with a squeeze.
“Are you quite done yet?” Trajan asked, sighing heavily as he lay there, getting groped by two really fucking annoying women.
“No,” they said in unison before they took a swig from their beers.
“What did we talk about?” came the bored question that drew Trajan’s gaze to the doorway and got his first real look at the woman who’d been stalking him for the past year.
He slowly ran his eyes over her and nearly fucking groaned as he took in her long black hair pulled up into a messy bun, the bluest eyes he’d ever seen, and the face of an angel.
She was short, but that was fine, more than fine, Trajan thought as he ran his eyes over her, taking in every generous curve and-
“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded, making him frown until he remembered that he was currently being groped.
“He made us!” Tanja said.
“It’s true,” the brunette agreed, following that up with a sniffle.
“You really don’t think anyone’s going to believe that, do you?” Trajan asked, looking pointedly at his chained hands. The brunette answered him by discreetly pouring her beer over his lap, soaking him through the sheet.
“What the hell was that for?” Trajan snapped as he glared at her, because clearly, she was fucking insane.
“What?” she asked, blinking innocently.
“Oh, look at that, Kaya, he’s not potty trained yet.”
“You poured beer on me!” Trajan snapped.
“Looks like he’s a liar too,” she said, sighing heavily. “Pity.”
Trajan pulled against his restraints with a frustrated growl while the women on the bed acted like he wasn’t ready to fucking kill them and asked the one question that he’d been wondering since he woke up.
“Does someone want to tell me what the fuck I did to piss off demons?”