Cassius rolls his eyes. “Do as you must.”
I take the vampire’s wrist in my hand and bend my head to lick his skin, coating my tongue with his blood. Oddly enough, it tastes like almost nothing, just a faint metallic tinge to it, butthe effect on me is immediate as my body tingles and warms. My dragon swishes and my eyes shift, revealing the magical door the guys described.
“Wow.”
It’s orange and shimmers in the dark, like a mirage. Above it is a glowing sign that says The Hollow in English.
As we walk towards it, the door swings open and a thick haze of mixed magic wafts out, swirling around us and drawing us inward. Drax wraps his hand around mine, clinging tightly, and I’m thankful for his solid presence.
The room is dim, but also somehow lit by an unseen lighting source. Mystical music plays, and I search the space for it, finding a small stage with three women and a man all harmonizing together. Sirens. The sound moves down my spine and into my cock, and my need for Drax grows.
“Damn.”
Drax nods. “I feel it too, but we have to focus.”
“Right. Find Rune.”
I turn to Atlas, who’s standing like a statue staring into the dark.
“Can you sense him?”
He shakes his head slowly. “Not yet. His scent mixes with the others’ here. That must be why he likes it.”
When I look behind me, Roman is flanked by two small men who are rubbing their hands all over him.
“Shoot,” Drax says, heading over to Roman. “Incubi.”
He grabs Roman’s arm, speaking to the two men in a language I don’t understand, who look disappointed but agreeable as they disappear into the crowd. Roman looks hazy as he blinks slowly before Cassius smacks his cheek.
“Ouch,” Roman grumbles. “Why’d you do that?”
“Because those incubi put a spell on you.”
Roman stretches his neck. “Shit. They move fast. Thanks, man.”
“Of course.”
“Why aren’t people all over you, Cassius?” I ask.
“I’ve got protections when I don’t want attention. My thrall can lure people in or repel them at my whim.”
“Pretty cool.”
“It comes in handy. I assume you two are safe because you reek of each other.”
“What?”
“You’re mated,” Cassius says. “Your mixed scent ensures that others know you’re not available.”
Drax beams, hooking his arm around mine. “Good. I didn’t want to show my violent side if someone tried to touch my mate.”
I study him for a second, intrigued by what other aspects of him I have yet to discover.
“This way.” Atlas walks toward the back of the room.
We all follow him, and I try to think of what we’ll say when we find the mage. Simply asking him for the amulet isn’t going to work. Could we capture him if his guard was down and force him to hand it over?
“I don’t think we planned this out well enough,” I whisper to Drax. “What do we say if we find him?”
