“Dorian!” Roran snapped.
He shoved me through the flap of the recovery tent and yanked the twins in as well. Striding though, he stopped barely in front of me.
“Where thefuckdo you get off stopping me?”
Roran grabbed his arm and yanked. “Back off, Dorian! You’re scaring all of us.”
“Don’t touch me!” He whirled, and a flash of white and gold surrounded him. “I should have killed Savion!” He spun back. “You should have let me kill him!”
I stepped back, truly afraid of him for the first time in my life. “The magic didn’t want you to. It told me to stop you.”
“You little—”
“Dorian!” Rilen grabbed his other arm.
My legs were trembling, but I wasn’t going to let this man intimidate me.
I set my feet and strode at him. “You want to call me that? Go ahead. I dare you. That is my Scar, my Chasm! I am the Breaker, and I listen to the magic when it tells me to do something! Go ahead—call me a bitch. Call me whatever you want, you crusty asshole. But we are loyal to the magic first. Aren’t we? Isn’t that the ultimate truth of a temple master? Always the magic!”
“He needs to die. He should have died before the Spine rose! He dared to kill a master!”
“And you would not have been one iota better than him if you had murdered him! In full view of the whole S’Kir!”
“He destroyed—”
“I don’t care,” I growled at him. “I don't. I had to wait for the Spine to tell me it was time. And I heard the magic again, and it told me to stop you. That’s what I did. We already have a war we need to fight. We didn’t need it to start right now.”
His face was red, and he was breathing hard.
I grabbed two fists full of the long, satin gold locks that surround his face like a halo, and held his blue, blue eyes with mine. “Call me a bitch all you want, but know that I will always obey the magic first.”
I yanked him down to me and slammed my mouth over his. He opened for me as if he was thinking the same thing. I slid my tongue along him, tasting him, devouring him.
I knew, justknew, that if he had killed the madman, we would not have survived the vampires’ wrath. Dorian would have been the first of us to die.
Instead, he was here.
Alive. Angry.
Erect.
I could deal with two out of three.
Finding the ties of his pants, I loosened them, running my hands around his waist and pushed them down his hips.
“Kimber…” Dorian breathed my name against my lips. “I want to hate you right now.”
“That's fine with me,” I hissed. “But hate me while you fuck me.”
I tore away for just a moment and glanced at Roran and Rilen. “Someone help me get out of this monstrosity?”
Rilen was next to me in a heartbeat as Roran was helping Dorian out of his pants. He reached for the erect cock that jutted from Dorian and wrapped his hand around it.
Rilen made quick work of the buttons and bows my dress had. He whispered in my ear, “No matter how many times I see it, I still want to wrap my lips around Dorian’s cock.”
Liquid heat pooled between my legs. “I like watching that.”
Slipping the dress down my body, Rilen then went to work on the little corset I was wearing as Dorian’s hands found my breasts. It took just another second for him to toss the last piece of my clothing to the floor. Roran did the same for Dorian.
