and Damian how to feed the ardeur and send the energy to me; like any good servant of a vampire, they could feed while I stayed hidden. It was one of the main purposes of having a vampire servant of any kind. But if they'd gathered energy, then it hadn't come to me. If Ellen's barrier could keep out the energy of my leopard to call and my vampire servant, then she was even better than I'd feared. But it meant that until I fed, I really wouldn't be able to raise their zombie; I'd used too much of myself up healing what Silas's blow had done to me. Shit.
I licked over the pulse in his throat. My breath came out in a shuddering line against his skin. I fought not to sink my teeth into his flesh, because I wasn't sure how many times I could resist doing what the inside of my head wanted to do. Eventually, if I couldn't regain more control, I would take blood and flesh, if I couldn't turn this to sex.
He moved in my arms, put his mouth on mine, and kissed me. The kiss was enough to turn the switch again, and suddenly he was all warm potential in my arms. My hungers didn't care which one got used as long as one of them did.
I heard Jacob's voice yelling outside, "What the hell are you doing?" I think he was yelling at us.
The door to the shed opened, and Jacob stood there haloed by moonlight, with a second shorter figure in black outline behind him. He pointed the gun at me, but we were so close that it was more like pointed at us.
"Get off her, Nicky."
I drew Nicky in so that he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me so that we were both kneeling. He leaned in for a kiss, but Jacob was beside us, his anger roiling out like a nearly visible thing. "Don't you dare."
I looked up at him, and Nicky began to kiss his way down my face toward my neck. He never looked at Jacob.
"He can't help himself," the second figure said, and it was a woman's voice; was this Ellen the witch?
"Bullshit."
Nicky found the bend of my neck and I had trouble concentrating. I moved his face away from me. "I can't think with you doing that."
"I don't want you to think."
"Her power calls to him, as it calls to you, Rex." Ellen's voice had that distant singsong quality that some psychics get when they're sensing something otherworldly. I realized what she was sensing was me, but for once I couldn't feel it. All I could feel was the weight and warmth of the man above in my arms.
"She doesn't call to me," Jacob said.
I looked at the other man and I could suddenly feel the connection between the werelion touching me and the one in the doorway. Jacob was their leader, and that meant more in the supernatural community than it did for humans. Jacob had shared his power with Nicky, his beast with Nicky. I knew in that moment that he was the one who had turned Nicky into a werelion. He was Nicky's creator, his alpha and omega, beginning and end.
I had fed on leaders of animal groups before, and knew that through that connection I could feed on all their people at once in a massive feed, but I'd never realized that the reverse might be true-that I could follow the connection between one of the lesser lycanthropes to their leader, and have the control of the lesser help me gain control of the king. But it was there, a tug on my power like a fish caught on a line. It went through me, into Nicky, to his Rex, and through him beyond. Nicky was the key that opened it up, but Jacob was the guardian at the door. If I could take him, I could take them all, including the woman in the door. She wasn't just a witch; she was a lion, too. I felt her beast pulling toward Jacob like a flower moving sunward, but I had power in Jacob now from earlier, and her beast would flow through him, to me. I threw my power outward, searching for how many lions were outside. I touched one more, and he, definitely he, was hurt.
Ellen grabbed at something that hung around her neck, and I couldn't feel her as strongly. She touched Jacob, and I couldn't