Page 102 of The Veil of Blood and Magic

My Linked look me over quickly before doing as they're told, stepping back until their spines are against the wall.

Gray holds his hand out over a lock on the iron bars, a soft black light illuminating for a few seconds before the door groans open. He tugs me past him and then releases me. I stumble into the cell, the sound of the bars clanging shut behind me as I fall into Jagger’s arms.

“You have ten minutes,” Gray says, but I don't bother looking behind me. “Take what you need from them.”

Zev and Jagger immediately have their hands on me—Zev behind me, Jagger in front, the two looking me over, searchingfor injuries they won't find. My body comes to life at their touch, a flood of warmth and comfort as our bonds strengthen and blaze at the proximity.

“Livana,” Zev practically growls in my ear. “You have to let us go,” he says in a whisperer.

I whirl around to face him. “What?”

“He's right, dove,” Jagger says from behind me. “We can't be the weapons they use against you.”

I shift between them, looking at them both. “You don't get to make decisions like that for me,” I say. “You chose me, remember?” I ask. “That means you have to trust me.”

“Says the female who doesn't trust anyone,” Zev fires back, one powerful hand skimming along the silk covering me. The only clothes I have in my room are these little silk nightgowns, this one black as opposed to red.

He's not entirely wrong, but we don't have time to argue about my trust issues right now.

“You're starving,” Jagger says, glaring at the front of the cell where Gray waits.

“They haven't been feeding you?” Zev growls.

I shake my head, my eyes burning at the relief of being next to them. Being able to touch andbe touchedby them. I'd forgotten how incredibly painful it is to be separated from my Linked, and even now it seems more potent somehow. As if the connections I formed with Zev and Jagger are more powerful than anything I've ever experienced before.

“Show me your fangs, dove,” Jagger says, his hands pushing my hair back as he brings his mouth to my lips.

I sigh at the contact, relishing the feel of his full, luscious lips pressing against mine, coaxing my mouth open so he can slide his tongue in. The taste of autumn consumes my senses, his desire flooding into me like a refreshing drink of water.

Zev is at my back, kissing my neck, moving down my spine as his hand reaches around my hip and dips between my thighs. I jolt into the touch, his spiced chocolate flavor joining Jagger’s in a combination that is unforgettable.

I break our kiss, sucking in a sharp breath as my fangs finally punch out.

“There she is,” Jagger says, offering me a smile that makes me almost forget we’re locked in a dungeon cell, our lives hanging in the balance of the decisions we make next.

I'm trembling, Zev’s infuriatingly talented fingers teasing me over the silk of my nightgown as Jagger gently guides my mouth to his neck, turning his head to the side in a full submission.

Every carnal instinct takes over, the reality of our situation disappearing as I sink my fangs into his flesh.

His warm blood fills my mouth, and I moan at the taste of him, all ginger and nutmeg and spices. I drink, each swallow reawakening my body and mind andheart.

Zev uses his other hand to dip down and hike my nightgown up, just enough so he can tuck his hand under, his fingers meeting my slick center.

I gasp as he slides a finger in, then two, leaning my head back against his chest, looking up at him.

Jagger presses closer, his muscular body hiding everything Zev is doing to me, as he plants kisses along my neck and over my chest. The two powerful males are doing everything they can to restore me. Doing everything in their power to feed me in every way possible despite knowing I won't be able to give themanythingin return.

For half a second, I wonder if this is what love feels like?

But then Zev presses the heel of his palm against my throbbing clit just as Jagger claims my mouth, licking into it without a care of the stray drops of his blood lingering on my lips.

It's consuming and raw, flooding my body with pleasure I can't possibly contain.

I rock into Zev’s hand, drinking down both of their desires as my orgasm tears through me, making me flutter around his fingers, my legs going weak with the intensity of it, but the two don’t dare let me fall.

I look past Jagger, who’s dipping down to kiss my chest, my eyes locking with Gray’s as I come on Zev’s fingers.

He's watching the exchange with a hungry look he can’t hide or deny. I glare at him through my orgasm, my hatred fully restored as reality comes crashing down around us.

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