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groaned. “It’ll be hard, but I won’t disrespect my prime.”
“Your packmate,” Dom said with a smile.
“Yeah. Packmate.” Malcolm lit up, and Vicki had to smile. The leer he gave her, however, wiped the grin from her face. Damn, Malcolm was hot. “Anywhere else, right?”
“You got it.” Dom disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door.
Malcolm turned to her. In two steps he took her in his arms and kissed her. Like magic, he melted her resistance with those firm, warm lips.
“Malcolm, what—”
“Later, mate. First, I need to ease your need. You smell so sweet.” He licked his way down her body, and when he burrowed between her thighs, she stopped all thought. Her questions could wait. For now.
Chapter Thirty
Later that evening, Vicki sat with Malcolm at the end of one of the long tables in the expansive dining room. Dozens of other Ravagers smiled her way when they entered but gave her and Malcolm privacy all the same.
“They like me now?” she asked as she dug into the meatloaf Rule had prepared. “A few days ago I was someone to be tolerated or ignored. Yesterday, half of them seemed to hate me.”
“They love you now,” he said with satisfaction. “You really don’t understand what happened, do you?”
“Hello, genius. I’ve been with you Ravagers for a week as of today. Sue me if I’m not up to date on what’s what around here.”
He grinned. “You have a smart mouth. Good thing it’s so talented at other things,” he ended in a whisper, focused on her lips.
She colored, hoping he didn’t scent her desire. Those hellishly keen Ravager senses. “Tell me what I don’t understand.”
They’d spent a pleasant day together. Eric had checked on her once when he’d returned from town doing God knew what. She’d seen Dom on and off all day. Mostly he’d been beefing up security. Thanks to the attack the other day, the Savages kept on full alert. Malcolm had proven to be charming, attentive, and a fount of knowledge.
“Like I told you before, not all Ravagers can impregnate a female. The guer of both male and female has to be in total alignment.”
She nodded. “It’s not about her being in heat, although that’s a part of it. It’s more about their energy bonding accordingly.” Vicki knew about energy. She lived to manipulate it, so she understood most of what he was saying.
“Right. Her heat just places her guer in a more manageable state to accept not only the male’s seed but his life force. It’s the perfect union of spirit and body. What you don’t understand is that Eric’s guer is one of the most powerful Ravager spirits we’ve ever seen in this world. That’s why everyone accepts his leadership. Ravagers respect strength. And Eric is beyond normal. He’s Prime.” Malcolm’s pride was unmistakable.
To her amusement, she felt it as well. As if Eric’s conceit needed any help from her. “That I get.” She took another bite of meatloaf, allowing Rule his own arrogance. The man could seriously cook.
“Eric pulled your guer. He tapped into your energy and brought it out of you, Vicki. You turned feral, meaning, you became a Ravager for that period of time in the woods.” Malcolm’s throaty voice and darkening eyes alerted her to his arousal. “You have no idea what it was like to be a part of that moment.”
“Pack,” she murmured and stroked his arm. She was growing to really like the touchy-feely Ravagers, taking comfort in their way of bestowing affection.
“Family.” Malcolm nodded and caught her hand in his. But when he guided the other hand holding her fork to his lips and stole her food, she pulled back. He laughed. “You’re rabid, aren’t you?”
“I belong to the prime and his wacky pack. You tell me.” I belong. Oh shit, I’ve fallen in love with these louts. She stuffed her face full of food before she did something stupid, like blurt her love out loud. She needed to think about this situation. Lord, did she.
Malcolm grinned. “Prime’s pack is important, no doubt. It’s odd that just as you arrive, the females the clan has been waiting for, forever it seems, finally do the right thing. Diana and Kate needed to be on their own years ago.”
“I still don’t understand why Eric didn’t just cut the cord and force them to marry.” Not that she wouldn’t have argued if someone—Gran—tried to force her to marry. But still. These guys seemed pretty stoked about procreating.
“Force them? Force females?” He seemed stunned