“Wow.” Kian choked on a breath.
“Of course I’ll fuck you. You want it now?” Damien’s tongue glided over his lips as his hands planted on my hips and pulled me closer.
“Yes, please.”
Feeling him inside of me was the only thing on my mind. I loved the way his piercing hit my sweet spot with little effort. The thought of it made my knees weak. I just needed help getting out of the dress.
“Not happening, Kit.” Thorn grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from Damien, who snarled at him with his tail swishing around him.
It was then that I realized all of the guys were struggling with their magic.
“What happened?” I asked, blinking a few times.
Rowan cleared his throat as anger and rage battled desire through the bond in all of them. “We found this.” He pointed down to the threshold of the door that led into his room, and there was a puddle of black goo that rippled once before it seeped downward and dissipated as I spotted it.
“Fuck.” Alister’s fangs cut open his bottom lip before healing.
A long sigh escaped me, and my body went numb. “Who cares at this point? Grayson is Grayson. He's been all bark and no bite. Just like he was when he was just a wolf.” My pheromones sucked back in as I pulled away from Thorn and entered the bedroom to throw myself on the bed.
“What the hell did you do to her?” Damien growled.
“Idid nothing,” Thorn hissed, shooting an ice spike at him.
Damien constructed a shadow shield, and the ice bounced off of it before shattering. “Then who the fuck did something?”
“My cousin gave her some fae rum. There's really nothing much I can do.”
“You mean she's drunk?” Lachlan clarified.
“Has she ever drank before?” Rhett asked.
“Never,” Thorn said.
“Well, that explains the warm welcome.” Damien forced a dark chuckle as he sat on the bed next to me.
Exhaustion flooded my limbs as I reached out and pulled him onto the bed next to me. I curled next to him and inhaled his scent. “Can’t we deal with this tomorrow?”
“What the daisies?” Thorn muttered, and I cracked my eyes open to see him pick up something off the floor and hand it to Rowan.
A letter where the goo was.
Rowan let out a terrifying roar that rattled the room, and I groaned as I grabbed Damien’s arm and moved it over my eyes.
“It’s from the dragons,” he bit out. “It says the humans are in possession of the relic. I'll contact the council and see if this is true or not.”
“No matter what happens, it'll all be okay,” I told them in a murmur that slurred. “Everything's going to be okay because we have each other.”
I couldn’t keep myself awake long enough to hear their responses, but I knew that I was right.
SEVEN
Kian
Graysonformedoutofblack goo directly behind Wren, where she stood next to Rowan’s desk. His hands snatched at her waist and yanked her into his chest, earning a small yelp from my mate before she flickered incorporeal and attempted to pull away, but Grayson's hold on her didn't falter. His fingers still dug into her flesh, visible by how her shirt rode up when he grabbed her.
Every part of her he touched refused to go incorporeal.
Dark magic buzzed around him, and his aura flickered black and red as chaos exploded in Rowan's office.
