I never thought to ask what Emit wants…

A startled cry is wrenched out of me when pain slices through the blanket of pleasure, burning up my back, as blood splatters the wall next to me.

Emit’s bloodied claws stab the broken bedding beside me, as his body grows still, and I go rigid, even though he’s still inside me.

“Fucking hell,” I hear Arion whisper on a harsh breath.

Why is the vampire in here when the wolf is off a leash? Isn’t that bad?

Another pained sound escapes me when Emit probes the tender flesh on my back.

Those are the only words spoken, so I have no idea what’s going on.

Pleasure replaces the burn, and I notice Damien sag to the floor on his knees, sweat beading his brow like this is hard work for him.

I almost want to reach out to him, to let him join in so he can feed…but this isn’t just sex, apparently. I don’t know the rules.

Emit lifts my hips, his intense, punishing rhythm starting once again. His breath parts a section of my hair as he leans over, breathing me in and exhaling on my neck, surrounding me with his body and his scent.

Why can I smell him? I smell the forest after a rain with a hint of musk.

The scents keep pouring in as his rhythm staggers, the growls getting more aggressive and desperate.

Oranges. I smell my oranges everywhere. Then I smell something acutely desirable—as though all my favorite smells are in one place. My gaze swings to Damien, finding that all-time-favorites-list scent to be coming from him.

His eyes narrow on me, as I sniff the air again, catching a hint of iron wrapped in something that smells strangely like chocolate. It’s coming from the direction I heard Arion’s voice.

As Emit releases a guttural, frustrated growl, my toes curl with an impending orgasm that I’m almost scared to chase. It could shatter me.

I have no idea what’s going on or why my head lulls to the side, exposing my neck to him when I smell something that can only be referred to as smoked cherries masked by subtle, enticing cologne. I have no idea why that scent makes my mouth water, or why I can’t help but weirdly wonder if it’s Vance.

The orgasm I actually wanted to deny hits me with the force of a house tumbling down on me. It crashes through every nerve, fiber, and cell of my body, and for a moment, I think my soul is blown out again.

It definitely feels like I leave my body behind, and I may even blackout for a second, because from the earth-shattering orgasm to the next second, I’m surrounded by a wall of muscle, and Emit’s nose is burrowed in my hair, sniffing me like crazy.

His arms are circled around me—one at my neck, and one at my hips. There’s a dull ache on my back where I felt his claws slash at me earlier. I’m still not sure what provoked that.

My face is shoved against his chest, as the snarling, growling, and tense hold remains.

“That was epic!” Anna shouts. “I love watching Violet have sex with you guys! See how much better this is than Idun TV?” she harps on.

I’d glare at her, but Emit growls in warning when I try to turn my head.

“Hold still for a bit, love,” Arion says softly.

“I’m afraid it’s going to take a day or so for his instincts to wane enough for the real Emit to resurface. Idun got too close, and we didn’t even consider what that meant for him during a mating fever,” Vance adds apologetically.

They don’t see the true point. The point is that they all actually care about him right now, and that brings a sad smile to my lips.

“How good are you holding up? I don’t want her to feel any pain from this,” Vance says, presumably to Damien.

“So long as he doesn’t do any farther damage and her body heals a little faster, I can maintain for at least a few days, if needed. Anything beyond than that, and we’re going to have to find a way to get me in the bed with her so I can refuel,” Damien answers.

Emit makes a content sound, getting more comfortable against me, but when I try to move, he growls and yanks me closer.

Okay. So not even a little wiggle room is permitted right now. Got it.

“I’m telling you, it’ll only be a day. Tops,” Arion says like he’s arguing.

“Do you see the size of the marks on her back? This could take days, Arion. Plural,” Vance bites out.

At Emit’s low, threatening growl, they stop talking.

The arms around me clamp down harder, and a heavy leg is slung around me.

“At least he doesn’t perceive us to be threats, so long as we don’t get too close to the bed,” Arion continues.

Emit starts snoring, while I remained smashed against a lot of man wolf, unable to even move my head without earning a sleepy growl.

I could seriously use a shower.

My back merely tickles, but judging by how much pleasure is coursing through those tickles, I’m scared to know what the damage of this mark looks like. Not that it’ll matter. It’ll thread shut and heal…

Why aren’t the threads working?

I feel them bouncing against my back but not stitching together the wound.

“Mystical marks don’t heal so easily, little monster,” Damien says as though he’s noticed my pointless threads from the shredded sheet under me.

I have no idea what has happened to the clothes I had on. They were already bloody and ruined, so it’s not like it matters.