claimed each breast and licked that aching throb in my chest. I didn’t want to fight this…calling. I didn’t want to fight it at all.
“Growl for me, Carina,” Phantom commanded as his strong, undeniable hands pushed against the insides of my knees, opening my legs wider. “Show me some goddamn teeth.”
You want this, that animal murmured in my head. An animal that sounded a lot like me. Stop fighting, Chase…you don’t have to fight anymore.
I opened my eyes and trembled under his stare as he looked down, finding my slit bare for him. That aching throb in my chest seemed to slip, beating slower now and out of time with my heart. Then Phantom stilled in an instant, his nostrils flaring as his brow furrowed, and he jerked his gaze to mine. “What are you doing?”
Malevolence smiled, and I smiled along with it.
A growl slipped from the corner of the room as Church came closer.
“Carina?” Phantom warned, staring down at me. “What are you doing?”
“What you told me to do, Alpha,” my voice answered, my smile even wider. “Showing a little teeth.”
That pulsing emerald green darkened to almost black. I’d wanted some kind of power I could use, some energy I could use for control. But what spilled through my mind was more violent than I could control. Energy danced across my skin as I lifted my gaze to the doorway. Arran and Vitold stood there, both men dripping water.
Still, that Unseelie power rippled outwards. Anger cut through the air. But it was more than the cold, cutting rage. It was malignant. It was terrifying. “I can’t,” I cried, and clenched my fist. “I can’t stop it.”
“Control the energy,” Phantom urged above me. “Wield it. Use it as a weapon.”
Arran and Vitold stalked closer, their silver eyes glinting in the darkness as both Wolves focused on me.
I delved into that hunger and felt it respond.
It knew me. Knew that ache that spilled from the middle of my chest.
Both brutal and vengeful now. A weapon…one that rose like a tsunami and swallowed me whole.
5
Arran turned on Vitold in an instant. White fangs shone as he bared his teeth and grabbed the Russian Wolf’s shirt, dragging him closer.
Rage lashed the air, dark and dangerous, with a menacing growl. The resounding throb sent tremors through my chest to spill out into the room.
“Carina,” Phantom growled as silver shone in his eyes. “You have to control this.”
I closed my eyes and focused on that violence rippling inside me. Power that was changing, morphing into something bestial, something wild and untamed…something that could never be tamed.
Control it?
Chaos. Ruin’s words surfaced. Sometimes, that’s all it takes.
And chaos is what this was. Violence and hunger. Like a dark, beastly predator unfurling in my chest. Lust and rage, both emotions forcing me to release my legs from around Phantom’s waist.
“Control it, Alpha?” my voice was predatory as I pushed up from the bed. “How about I control you, instead?”
Tendons in his neck bunched as one brow rose. He lifted his hand and captured the back of my neck, yanked me close, and growled, “Do you think you can, female?”
The corners of my lips twitched at the defiance. Can and will, Wolf…
“Do you trust me?” I asked as I stepped away from the bed, leaving the Alpha to tower over me. It was my turn to stalk them now as I flanked his side, running my fingers over the hard curve of his beautiful bare ass. “You knelt for me once before.”
He jerked that savage gaze to mine as I stepped around him, ran my hand over his cock, gripped that hard length in an unmerciful hold, and whispered, “So eager to please.”
Hard breaths invaded my parted lips as he searched my gaze.
He saw something inside me. Something once hidden…but not anymore.
“You can never control Unseelie, remember?” I murmured, and slowly pumped that delicious length, letting it slide along my palm, the head pushing between my finger and thumb. “Sit on the bed,” I commanded.
His body trembled, sinking in front of me. I lowered my head, still keeping up that movement of my hand. My teeth grazed the skin on his shoulder. He let out a moan, half filled with desire and half with feral fury. But my teeth weren’t made for such savagery, worn and blunt, my canines not nearly as terrifying as theirs.
“This is the real you, Carina,” he growled, closing his eyes. “The woman I saw in that warehouse. The part of you that was hiding