“Sparkle Wand is cute too,” I argue, loving how his face cringes at the name.
“But it’s not accurate. Do you need me to pull out mywandand remind you, Killer?” Knox wags his eyebrows at me, and my stomach gets all fluttery. Torrez’s nostrils flare, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Keep it to yourself, Wolf,” I order as I reach out and place my palm on Knox’s huge pec. I drown my thirsty libido in Healing magic and press the power into Knox. His injuries take less time than Valen’s, but when I pull my hand away, the room around me fades.
“Shit, Killer, you okay?” Knox asks as he reaches out to steady me.
I try to shake away the floaty feeling I’m experiencing, but I can’t rid myself of it.
“She’s lost a lot of blood. Where the fuck is Ryker?” Bastien demands, his voice soaked in worry.
Siah flashes behind me, and Knox jumps in shock. “By the fucking stars, warn a dude before you do that, will ya?” Knox puts his palm over his heart like the movement will somehow convince the organ to calm down.
Siah pulls me against his body and leans my head back against his chest. He brings a wrist up in front of my face, and I know exactly how he’s going to solve the problem. Excitement sparks through me as he slices his wrist open and brings it to my mouth.
The guys all swear and take a threatening step toward us. “What the fuck are you doing?” Knox demands, but when Siah’s blood hits my tongue, I can’t help the moan that escapes me, and I take a deep pull.
His blood tasted incredible to me before, but I swear, every time I have it now, it gets fucking better. Siah holds me tightly to him, and I feel his cock hardening at my back as I suck on his wrist until my mouth is full and then swallow. He rubs his nose against the skin of my neck, and I feel the faintest hint of fangs scraping the sensitive skin that’s no longer hidden underneath the collar Adriel put on me. I press my ass back into him, not at all bothered by the fact that the guys are watching the two of us together.
They look intrigued and unsure of what to think about this new blood drinking development. As soon as violet magic flashes across my chest and connects with Siah’s forearm, the concern in their eyes starts to leak out. Siah moans against my neck, and Knox reaches down and adjusts his growing hard-on.
“Fuck, I’m not sure if I’m freaked out by this or really fucking turned on,” Knox confesses, and the others nod.
I take one more hard pull that has Siah grinding into me from behind. I close my eyes and take another moment to get lost in the feel of him. His blood is rich, masculine, slightly sweet, and complex, and I take one last sip before I pull away. I feel a million times better, but I have to work to slow my breathing and actively fight the need to fuck Siah right now regardless of who’s watching. Torrez’s pupils are completely blown, and he lets out a distinct canine whine as he sniffs the air and all the need now saturating it. Purple magic moves down my arms and torso, and I start to pant against the heat that’s surging through me.
Ryker walks in, and all of our heads snap to him. He looks confused for a second, but it morphs into relief when our eyes meet. He steps further into the room, and I tackle-hug him hard. He lets out anoomphas I slam into him, and I can’t help the pained groan that slips out of my throat as he wraps his arms around me. Ryker puts his palms on my back, and Healing magic rushes into me.
My cuts and gouges start to knit together as I bury my hands in his blond hair and tell him how glad I am that he’s okay. I fight the urge to grind against him, even though the need is riding me hard. I roughly remind myself that he’s been helping the injured as well as fighting today, and my need to pounce can wait, but when Ryker moves his palm to my chest to heal the wounds there and on my shoulder, I almost lose it. I let out an involuntary noise of frustration, and Ryker looks at me and then the others.
“What’s going on?” he finally presses, and Bastien chuckles.
“Vinna’s magic is pushing her to mark Siah,” he explains like it’s a normal everyday occurrence. “He got her riled up, she got the rest of us riled up, and then you walked in.”
Ryker nods and moves his hands to my arms where he starts to heal the nicks and cuts all over them. “So are you ready to be marked?” Ryker asks, his questioning gaze locked on Siah.
Siah looks shocked by the question, and his eyes bounce from me to Ryker. He looks at each of the other guys in turn and then lands back on me again. “Just like that?” he asks, his features perplexed.
Sabin walks out of the bathroom, a towel tied low around his hips. He dries his hair with another towel and stops in his tracks to take in the intense looks on everyone’s faces. I run my greedy gaze all over his sculpted chest and abs, the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm are dark and delicious against the creamy skin of his abdomen. Water droplets fall from his hair down his chest, and I whine from the self-control it’s taking me not to move toward him and start licking the trails of water up.
“What’d I miss?” he queries.
“Vinna’s magic needs to mark Siah,” Ryker fills him in.
Sabin nods, and I’m once again thrown by how cool they all seem to be about this. “How do you feel about it, Vinna?” Sabin asks, but I’m so busy studying theVof his lower abdomen like there’s going to be a pop quiz on it at any moment, that it takes me a minute to process that he just asked me a question.
“Well, judging by the way she just gulped down his blood, I’d say she’s on board,” Valen announces with a smirk.
“That’s new,” Ryker observes as he wipes at blood on my hip. “Anywhere else hurting, Squeaks?”
I unbutton my dirty as fuck jeans and push them down my hips. I peel them off and reveal a nasty black bruise on my thigh from where a piece of the cell wall nailed me when Becket was practicing with his mace. My knees are cut up and badly bruised too, and Ryker crouches down in front of me and places his palms on my thigh.
“How long have you two been exchanging blood?” Sabin asks, his tone clinical, and I turn to stare at him, confused.
“I’ve only fed from her the one time in the barn. She’s had my blood maybe five times now, but this was only the second time she’s fed directly from me,” Siah explains, and Sabin nods like all that information is important to know and not simply a case of TMI.
“What does his blood taste like to you?” Sabin turns to me and asks.
Ryker trails his hands from my thigh down to my knee, and I close my eyes and bite my lip against a moan. Knox snickers at my obvious struggle to keep it together. I ignore him and focus on Sabin’s question and the feel of Ryker’s hands on my legs.
