more knife wounds,” I tell all of them with a huff.
Knox carries me out of the big house and over into the little side house we’ve been staying in. He bypasses the small sitting room and stomps to the room where we sleep. He flips me over his shoulder and drops me onto my back. I bounce on the mattresses we have pushed together on the floor, and Knox immediately climbs over me and crashes his lips to mine in a hard, demanding kiss. I spread my legs automatically for him, and his large muscular body settles perfectly where I want it.
Someone clears their throat, and I smile against Knox’s mouth. He makes an irritated noise and sucks on my tongue, pulling away to growl over his shoulder.
“Wait your turn,” he grumbles before grinding between my thighs and turning back to kiss me deeper. Chuckles reverberate off the walls of the room, and someone else makes a satisfied mmmm sound.
“I didn’t know exactly how I’d feel about watching her be with someone else, but it’s actually fucking hot,” Torrez announces.
“It is, isn’t it?” Ryker agrees. “I, for one, never thought I’d be okay with group stuff outside of the Bonding Ceremony, but watching definitely has its own appeal.”
Murmurs of agreement sound off around me, and I snort super unattractively into Knox’s mouth and push him back.
“You guys are all fucking weirdos,” I announce as I wiggle into a sitting position, ignoring Knox’s objections.
“You know you like it, Bruiser. You pretend to be weirded out by group sex, but we all know you’re game. You’re not fooling anyone.”
I look at Bastien, incredulous. “I am weirded out by group sex. There are six of you and one of me, and I just can’t work out the logistics of that.”
“Seven,” Sabin blurts, and all heads swivel to him. “Based on what’s going on with her magic, I suspect that the lamia might be lucky number 7, either that or he’s one of whatever Enoch and his coven are,” he explains.
“Well, shit, Bruiser, another one?” Bastien whines.
I let out a loud irritated moan. “My magic and I have already had a little chat and agreed it needs to go to rehab for hoarding.”
“Greedy vagina, greedy magic…we might be screwed, fellas,” Torrez throws out.
“Not often enough if she keeps adding mates,” Knox grumbles, and I glare at him.
“We need to trust the magic. If he’s lucky number seven, it is what it is,” Sabin argues.
“I agree,” Ryker and Valen add.
“Well, I am not looking to keep adding mates. Enough is fucking enough.”
“No amount of fucking is ever enough,” Knox counters with a smirk, and I roll my eyes.
“That is not what I mean, and you know it.”
I turn back to the others. I’m completely perplexed by the fact that they’re discussing this like it’s all just no big deal. Don’t mind us, we’re just deciding whether you need to add another mate, no biggie.
“Why do you guys seem so casual about this anyway? You all went berserk when Enoch and his coven showed up on our doorstep. My Sentinel magic lights up for some random dude, and you all are just chill about it?”
“Because Enoch, Kallan, Nash, and Becket don’t feel right as your Chosen,” Valen defends.
“Oh, but this lamia none of us even knows shit about does?” I challenge.
“Your magic seems to think so,” Sabin argues.
“My magic is out of control and needs to be forced into a chastity belt,” I inform him, and laughter bounces around the room.
“So if you guys are all kumbaya with whatever my magic chooses for us, then why do all of you reject the possibility that my magic chose Kallan, Nash, Becket and Enoch?”
“Nope, it’s different,” Ryker tells me, shaking his head. “We can feel it, and we know you can too. You said from the beginning that they didn’t feel like Chosen to you. Has that changed?”
“No,” I answer without having to give it any thought.
“What does Siah feel like to you?” Sabin asks.
“I don’t know. I haven’t even really thought about it. You know, with being busy trying to figure out how we can kill Adriel and shit,” I snark.
“Why did you feed him, then?” Ryker probes.
“I would have done that for any lamia in his situation. He was being tortured and needed help to heal. That has nothing to do with my magic going all swoony over his eyes.”
“Called it,” Bastien announces, and the other guys grumble and swear.
“Called what?” I ask, confused.
“I said his