Gypsy Rising

I can’t decide if I’m impressed or incensed right now.

His arms tighten around her, hands feeling the deep lines of his marks, as he kisses the side of her neck, a slight growl accompanying the touch.

It’s then I realize just how strongly different this mating is from the last.

It makes me envy him that much more.

Vance kicks the door open and begins dragging Damien inside. I grab our chap by his feet, and we both drop him onto the bed.

Emit drops back with his hands behind his head, as a naked, sexed-up Violet slides over to Damien, pressing her lips to his.

His color immediately starts flooding back, and one of his hands stabs into her hair, dragging her closer.

She groans in a way that doesn’t sound sexy.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk. Take what you can for now,” she murmurs against his lips. “And then give me time to recuperate.”

He hungrily kisses her, but apparently he’s too low on pheromones to coerce her into more.

As more of his color fills in, Emit lifts up, kissing Violet’s shoulder.

“I want in on this too,” I state as I head toward the bed.

Violet quickly scrambles away, her legs shaking as she struggles to walk.

“You fuckers just won’t let a man feed even when he’s desperately starved,” Damien whimpers, covering his eyes with his arm. “I can’t even disappear right now.”

Violet ends up naked on a bench, as the curtain behind her drops and lands on her shoulders, quickly fashioning itself into a makeshift cape.

She gives me a very isolating look. “I’m not sure what’s been going on, but this was all of necessity. You’re all still very much in the dog house for being assholes,” she states very pointedly toward me. And Vance.

She seems less angry at the wolf and Morpheous. So…I just need to get into her wadded up panties to make this better. Surely I can achieve at least that much.

Another day.

Not today. The girl looks positively bow-legged.

“That’s my girl!” Anna shouts from the rafters, where she’s leisurely perched with a dreamy smile on her face. “Fuck em’ for three days and walk out like the boss you are, while they’re begging for more. I’m so damn proud of you!”

Violet glares up at the rafters, and she exhales harshly, as her gaze moves back to Emit.

“Will you explain what all this means later?” she asks him as he stands, but she holds up her hand. “At a distance. My body is really not okay with me putting distance between us when you’re that close right now.”

We all exchange a look, as Emit’s dark grin emerges, canines flashing from his mouth like the wolf is salivating for more of our little monster.

“The omegas will fill you in,” he says softly. “I’ll be by later to check on you.”

“From a distance?” she asks, taking a stumbled step back when he advances.

What is this? This is new. This didn’t happen with Idun when she temporarily bore his mark, did it?

His lips tug in a smirk I don’t really appreciate.

“I’m the unpredictable menace. Not him. I don’t like this new edge he’s got about him,” I inform Vance, who is studying Emit just as intently as I am.

Violet doesn’t even acknowledge us, as she goes to the bed where Damien is still collapsed, though his color looks much better.

“Connecting to you without touch to create pleasure, outside of a pheromone-infused party, has left him mostly depleted. But he’ll naturally replenish as the days drag on,” Emit tells her without looking away from me, smirking like he and I were in competition and I’ve lost.

I don’t like this. At all. I’m not even sure what’s going on.

“I can give you a ride,” Vance offers, stepping in front of her with an easy grin.

She eyes him. “Actually, I have my van here, but can you carry me to it?”

Son of a bitch. I should have offered her a ride first.

Vance’s grin only doubles as he lifts her, and she hisses out a whimpered breath. “My vagina needs ice. Lots of ice,” she mumbles as she buries her face in his neck and puts her arms around him.

“Why am I being left out?” I call to their backs.

“I’ll call you later,” Violet says on a sigh.

“Was she talking to me or one of you?” I ask the other two dicks in the room.

Emit’s still smirking, as he checks himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair.

“What the hell is going on?” I ask him as I put my hands on my hips.

The telling roar of Violet’s wretched van pulling out seems to spark amusement in the confounding wolf’s eyes.

“Game on, Vampyre,” he states, confusing the bloody hell out of me by this point.

“Is it just me, or does his obnoxious muscles look a little bigger? Is that even possible?” Damien grumbles as he peers out from under his arm with a frown.

I don’t get the chance to examine anyone or anything. Emit streaks across the room so fast that even I barely gauge the action.

The window behind me shatters when my back collides with it, as a hard grunt is knocked out of me from the beast now made of concrete or some shite.

My body twists in the air, smoothly flipping so that I land in a crouch, and I look up at Emit, as he snarls down at me.