pec. I drown my thirsty libido in Healing magic and press the power into Knox. His injuries take less time than Valen’s, but when I pull my hand away, the room around me fades.
“Shit, Killer, you okay?” Knox asks as he reaches out to steady me.
I try to shake away the floaty feeling I’m experiencing, but I can’t rid myself of it.
“She’s lost a lot of blood. Where the fuck is Ryker?” Bastien demands, his voice soaked in worry.
Siah flashes behind me, and Knox jumps in shock. “By the fucking stars, warn a dude before you do that, will ya?” Knox puts his palm over his heart like the movement will somehow convince the organ to calm down.
Siah pulls me against his body and leans my head back against his chest. He brings a wrist up in front of my face, and I know exactly how he’s going to solve the problem. Excitement sparks through me as he slices his wrist open and brings it to my mouth.
The guys all swear and take a threatening step toward us. “What the fuck are you doing?” Knox demands, but when Siah’s blood hits my tongue, I can’t help the moan that escapes me, and I take a deep pull.
His blood tasted incredible to me before, but I swear, every time I have it now, it gets fucking better. Siah holds me tightly to him, and I feel his cock hardening at my back as I suck on his wrist until my mouth is full and then swallow. He rubs his nose against the skin of my neck, and I feel the faintest hint of fangs scraping the sensitive skin that’s no longer hidden underneath the collar Adriel put on me. I press my ass back into him, not at all bothered by the fact that the guys are watching the two of us together.
They look intrigued and unsure of what to think about this new blood drinking development. As soon as violet magic flashes across my chest and connects with Siah’s forearm, the concern in their eyes starts to leak out. Siah moans against my neck, and Knox reaches down and adjusts his growing hard-on.
“Fuck, I’m not sure if I’m freaked out by this or really fucking turned on,” Knox confesses, and the others nod.
I take one more hard pull that has Siah grinding into me from behind. I close my eyes and take another moment to get lost in the feel of him. His blood is rich, masculine, slightly sweet, and complex, and I take one last sip before I pull away. I feel a million times better, but I have to work to slow my breathing and actively fight the need to fuck Siah right now regardless of who’s watching. Torrez’s pupils are completely blown, and he lets out a distinct canine whine as he sniffs the air and all the need now saturating it. Purple magic moves down my arms and torso, and I start to pant against the heat that’s surging through me.
Ryker walks in, and all of our heads snap to him. He looks confused for a second, but it morphs into relief when our eyes meet. He steps further into the room, and I tackle-hug him hard. He lets out an oomph as I slam into him, and I can’t help the pained groan that slips out of my throat as he wraps his arms around me. Ryker puts his palms on my back, and Healing magic rushes into me.
My cuts and gouges start to knit together as I bury my hands in his blond hair and tell him how glad I am that he’s okay. I fight the urge to grind against him, even though the need is riding me hard. I roughly remind myself that he’s been helping the injured as well as fighting today, and my need to pounce can wait, but when Ryker moves his palm to my chest to heal the wounds there and on my shoulder, I almost lose it. I let out an involuntary noise of frustration, and Ryker looks at me and then the others.
“What’s going on?” he finally presses, and Bastien chuckles.
“Vinna’s magic is pushing her to mark Siah,” he explains like it’s a normal everyday occurrence. “He got her riled up, she got the rest of us riled up, and then you walked in.”
Ryker nods and moves his hands to my arms where he starts to heal the nicks and cuts all over them. “So are