Page 36 of The Syphon King

He chuckled. “Sometimes they are.” He stood, keeping one of her hands in his. “Do you mind if I escort you?”

Her braided pigtails flung about with the shake of her head. “Don’t mind one bit. But momma might get jealous,” shehissed loudly as they went.

“Not to worry. She will be lavished with more attention than she could ever want I think.” The moment the words left his mouth, he was hit by another bite effect. No eyes were allowed on her body but his. No male would smellthis scentbut him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Miss Skelton asked.

He realized he was standing still, caught up in a lust rage. “Do you see that door?” he pointed. “That’s the entrance. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Alright,” she said, smiling at Rosavelt and offering her a hand.

“What about his paintings?” she remembered, worried.

“Don’t worry,” her mother said. “I’ll come and get them when it’s time for thegrand showing.”

Vex pulled his phone out as they headed inside, his eyes locked on her body, sucking in every curve and the way they moved and swayed. At the door, she turned, and he glanced down at his phone, clenching his eyes tight. He found Nitro’s name and dialed him.

“King.”

“What in therealmsdid you do to me?” he could only seethe.

“Oh damn,” he muttered, chuckling. “Too much?”

“Toomuch?My cock is a fucking thirdlimb.And Miss Skelton is here with her daughter!”

“Ohhhh fuck,” he said around chuckles. “The only way for you to understand it is to experience it. That’s the text I was going to send you. I had no idea you were interested in a woman. In fact, I’m pretty sure you made it clear you’renot.”

“Whatever you pumped me with has turned my testosterone into some kind of...bio-jet-fuel.”

“So, it worked, wow,” he whispered. “What are you experiencing? Are you thinking it yet?”

“Thinking what? That I need to kill you?”

He laughed again. “You must not have, or you’d know. Maybe it has togrow.”

“If there’s even the slightest increase in my body, even molecularly, I’m finding you and aiming all of this...rage on your face.”

“It is a rage, isn’t it,” he marveled. “A lust rage. Just know that if you want to bite her and drink her blood while fucking her, don’t fear it. Let it take you. It won’t let you hurt her, it’ll protect her.”

Vex couldn’t believe what he’d just said, but moredisturbing was that he was hanging on every syllable like a man desperate for those exact details.

“This can’t be happening,” he mumbled. “I need to call Lore. No, Gauld. Gauld will know how to stop this.”

“Well, brother, I should warn you. Sex feeds it. So, if you don’t want this to grow, do not fuck her. No matter how badly you want to.”

Vex hung up the phone, floundering in the flames. He needed to cancel this entire thing. He wasn’t safe to be around. He stormed through his own brain for ideas while his hunger reminded him where she was and the exact brothers who might take great interest in her.

That brought a flood of rabid nonsense and took control of his indecisive limbs, shooting him toward the building. Finding her and little Rosavelt just inside and still alone put him right on their security detail. There would sure as hell be no sharing either of them.

“If you would follow me, ladies,” he announced, his attempt to not look at Miss Skelton ending right at her breasts. He ripped his eyes from them and led the way, fighting to maintain a sensible pace they could keep up with while mentally preparing for the war to come once he had them in his apartment. The other option was a publicspace but having her around his brothers was unthinkable.

“Please make yourselves comfortable,” Vex said after they entered his quarters. “I’ll be five minutes.” He hurried to his room and into the bathroom, stripping out of his clothes and ordering the shower to the coldest setting.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Something’s wrong with Mr. Vex,” Rosavelt whispered when he walked out.

“Clearly,” Joe whispered back.

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