He landed on the couch with a small<i>oof</i>. Feeling the belt cut into his wrists, Ryah jerked at them.<i>Think, you idiot, think</i>. How was he going to get out of this one alive? That traitorous asshole Drake was being a subservient little bitch, and Charlie was in bad shape. Yanking the tie from his mouth, Ryah inched his way over to his sister. "Charlie, please, Char. I need you to be okay," he whispered, reaching out and patting her cheek. Her head lolled back, her face dangerously pale. Ryah swallowed hard, despair roiling in his belly. What could he do? How were they going to get out of this? He wracked his brain for an idea, any idea. And then he remembered that Charlie always favoured tall boots for a reason. His eyes darted to the vampires, checking to make sure they were sufficiently distracted and not paying him any attention.<br/><br/>Phin was pleased. It was nice to be acknowledged like this. He ran his fingers through Drake's hair, his touch light but cold. "I bet you're a hungry little cocksucker," the blond said, as he slowly worked his belt off, unzipping and freeing his cock from its confines. "Why don't you put your mouth to good use? And then I'll fuck your tight, little ass until you're begging for it. And maybe when I'm done with you, we can play with those two hunters. Would you like that, my little pet?"