Spectrum (Stone Society #14) - Faith Gibson Page 0,37

faster and sucked harder. Having his mate get him off was so much better than his own hand. “I’m coming, Baby.” Stella didn’t hesitate to swallow his load. She worked him over with her hand until the last aftershock subsided. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto his lap. Stella licked the corner of her mouth, then smacked her lips.

Zeke grinned, then pulled her to him so he could taste himself on her tongue.

“Zeke!” Cyrus called out. His brother was in pain.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Baby. It looks like Cyrus is getting ready to transition.”

Stella scrambled off his lap. “What can I do to help?”

“Gather the stock pot from the cabinet. Fill it with ice, then add water. Grab a washcloth out of the bathroom. I’ll need to lower the thermostat, so you might want to bundle up.” Zeke took off up the stairs, trusting Stella to do what he asked. He turned the heat off and the air down. He then rushed to Cyrus’s door and knocked before entering the room. Cyrus was writhing on the bed.

“Oh, god. It hurts.”

“Let’s get you stripped. You’re going to feel like you’re burning up from the inside. Stella’s bringing some icy water, and that’ll help cool you down, but it won’t take the heat away completely.” Zeke helped Cyrus out of his clothes but insisted he keep his underwear on. He didn’t want Stella around another male, even if it was his brother, but he also knew she wouldn’t look on Cyrus’s body with lust. They were mated, and she would never stray, even in her thoughts.

Stella came in a few minutes later and set the pot on the nightstand. She rung out a washcloth and handed it to Zeke before taking another and pressing it to Cyrus’s forehead. Stella sat on the bed facing away from Cyrus’s lower body.

“Stella, when I tell you it’s time, I need you to head back downstairs and stay there until I say otherwise. Cyrus won’t have control of his shifter immediately.”

“I can do that.”

The two of them continued to dip the cloths in the cold water and wipe Cyrus down until he let out a guttural scream.

“It’s time. Please close the door behind you.”

Stella did as asked, and as soon as the door was closed, Zeke told his brother, “This is going to be excruciating, but don’t fight it. I’ll be right here the whole time.” And Zeke would be.

Chapter Nine

Stella leaned against the wall just outside Cyrus’s door as the man’s cries became louder and more frantic. Zeke asked her to wait downstairs, so she pushed off her perch, went to his bedroom – she guessed it was their bedroom now – and grabbed more clothes. The house was cooling down quickly with the air conditioning turned low. Once downstairs, she added the layers and reclined on the sofa. After a few minutes of staring at the unlit fireplace, she padded into the kitchen and dug around the cabinets. Finding what she needed, Stella started a pot of coffee.

Leaning against the counter while waiting for it to brew, Stella’s brain was overloaded with all that had happened in the last few days. She touched her fingertips to her cheek. There was no pain. No bruises. Her concussion no longer made her head throb. Gargoyle saliva, or whatever it was in the bite, was a miracle serum, but she wondered if it only worked on mates? What if it helped others? They could sell it on the black market for a mint. Stella imagined Zeke dropping his fangs and spitting into a jar. Then she laughed at the ludicrous thought.

When the coffee was ready, Stella fixed herself a cup, adding just a splash of milk, then started for the living room. Before she got there, someone knocked on the back door. Stella froze. What if it was Bradley? Slipping behind the wall which separated the two rooms, Stella peeked around the corner. It wasn’t her former boss, but a handsome, older man. Stella didn’t know him, but he didn’t appear to be someone who went around accosting women. Then again, what did she know about what irrational men looked like? Bradley was charming and handsome. The irrational part of the man was on the inside where one couldn’t access his thoughts and intentions.

“Cyrus? Are you there?” the man called out.

Ah, this must be Thomas. But Cyrus was currently indisposed, and Stella couldn’t let him inside. Still, she wouldn’t leave him standing there. Deciding to