:Absolutely. Shall I come to you?:
:Yeah, I think that would be best. We’ll go to New Orleans first, but we may also need to go to Mykonos. Though that might be a real flight. I’m not sure of the tree or pool situation.:
:When I traveled through your tree here in the tower to Newgrange, we exited out of a pair of standing stones that formed a kind of doorway.:
My eyes flared.:That’s interesting. I wonder if the stones are more significant to your bloodline and that’s why it worked, or maybe a receiving tree on the other end isn’t needed at all. I’ll have to experiment.:
:How quickly should we travel to you?:
:Is an hour enough time? I’m still eating breakfast.:
She laughed softly.:Of course, Your Majesty. We’ll arrive by two.:
Now I understood her amusement. I grumbled in the bond.:I was up before the butt crack of dawn this morning to leave Galveston while it was still dark.:
:Not to mention surviving a major war against a Triune queen,:Gwen chided.:You should sleep for days let alone a few hours. Though I understand being eager to rescue someone.:
:I should warn you that this likely won’t be a pleasant trip.:
:I didn’t figure it would be if the Dauphine was involved. We’ll see you soon, Your Majesty.:
Allowing her bond to dip back into the soft gray fog that muted my siblings, I sighed. Understatement of the century. Maybe the millennia.
3
SHARA
Even though I finished everything on the tray, my stomach still somehow managed to growl, which sent Guillaume back to the kitchen. Though I wasn’t sure it was human food I needed.
I’d lost some of my blood when I threw up. Not a lot—but a hit. If my reserves’ margins were so thin…
I definitely needed to Call more Blood to my side, and soon. I didn’t want to wait and end up so stressed and miserable. Though how many could I reasonably feed and enjoy the same way I loved everyone else?
“As many as you want,” Rik rumbled against my ear.
Of course, the big guy was rock hard against me. In more ways than one. While Sekh and Nevarre both stepped closer to the bed, drawn inexorably by the vicious endless tide of my rising hunger.
My fangs throbbed, and before my next heartbeat, Sekh dropped to his knees in front of me, using his effortless feline grace to simply hop onto the bed and land without even rattling the empty teacup and saucer on the tray. He handed the tray toNevarre and then crawled closer on all fours, his hands on either side of my hips. His golden eyes blazed with heat, though he still gave me the heavy-eyed, sleepy look. A lion promising his prey he’d just fed and certainly wouldn’t give chase.
Even though that was exactly what he most wanted to do. Run me down. Hunt me. Let me scramble to my feet and run some more. Playing with me, knocking me down, letting me think I could escape, even while he stalked me.
“I would never,” he protested, tipping his head to the side so his neck curved invitingly. “Thoughyoucan chase me anytime you wish, Your Majesty.”
“It could be fun,” I admitted as I rubbed my mouth on his throat.
He pulled back slightly, eyes narrowed intently on my face. “Which one?”
My lips quirked. “Exactly my point.”
Disgruntled, he huffed out a breath that fluttered wisps of my hair. “The General of the All Seeing, Never Sleeping Legion, is at your command, Your Majesty. Though I’d sooner allow your alpha to skin my hide than indulge in primal chase games with our queen and risk things getting out of hand.”
Allow, because nothing could harm the stone sphinx or draw his blood. Nothing except me. I fought the urge to simply stab both sets of nails into his flanks. Not that he would mind in the slightest—but we only had an hour before Gwen came. With so many Blood, I’d love to include as many as possible in any sexy times. I certainly didn’t want to leave Nevarre out. Unless he minded being between me and another Blood…
:Never,:he immediately replied.:Any combination you desire will always be something I want too. Use me in any way you can possibly imagine, my queen. I’ll love every second of it. Even if you order the knight to fuck me.:
Since Guillaume was hung like his hell horse…
Nevarre dropped his kilt. “Bring it the fuck on, my queen.”
