Page 28 of Marked By Night

“Hmm? What is it that you would like to know?” I ask, taking a sip of water to help hide my pure want.

“Everything. I want to know everything about you,” he murmurs, twirling a strand of my blonde hair around his finger. He leans in until all I can see are his smokey amber eyes.

Oh hell, this is going to be interesting.

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Kaos

The mere sightof Savannah is enough to make my hands clench around my drink, squashing the flimsy plastic cup, yet I barely feel the liquid gushing over the side. She’s a slimy one, that girl, and it will be a frigid day in the Night Goddesses’ realm before I ever allow our Circle to bond to her.

We never wanted to be one of the Circles who were forced to bond with someone and I could strangle Elian for even entertaining the notion of her becoming our Link. It’s a slap in the Night Goddesses’ face, but the Elders have set their sights on us and won’t be satisfied until we choose. I’ve never liked choosing things. I’ve always been quite the sharer.

Then there’s Sadie. I know next to nothing about her. Yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to get closer. To know exactly what makes her tick. I even want to know the mundane things too, like how she likes her coffee, or if she even likes coffee at all. Or if she likes pineapple on her pizza—let’s hope not, but for her, I’d consider suffering it.

The instant connection makes me suspicious but in a genuine way. I have a hard time believing it’s merely instant attraction—it feels like so much more than that—yet the likelihood of her being our Link is low. I’ve been itching to connect our palms all night and find out for myself, but that wouldn’t be right. She doesn’t seem to know who or what she is.

Besides, I’d rather her be the one to initiate contact. My gut is telling me she’s the real deal though. I can feel the power rolling off her. Hell, I could sense her energy at the lake. It was weak there, but seems to have grown from yesterday. Excitement flutters through me. I never thought this day would come. None of us did.

Most of the knowledge the Weavers possess on mates and Links is likely in a vault somewhere in the Elders’ mansion and that place is locked up tighter than Fort Knox. They hoard knowledge worse than a dragon hoards treasure, and they execute anyone willing to share insight. Greedy pricks.

Dante grins like the devil himself, twirling a piece of her gorgeous blonde hair around his finger. He leans in, and she follows him, entranced. “Tell me something, Angel,” he says.

“Hmm. What is it that you would like to know?” she murmurs, looking pensive. She hasn’t quite figured out our antics yet, but she will. Though even she can’t hide the curiosity behind her eyes as she takes a sip of water.

He lifts a piece of her hair, twirling it around his finger as he says, “Everything. I want to know everything about you.”

“Go on then,” she responds, watching him carefully.

“What’s your favorite sex position?” he asks, making her eyes widen. “Mine’s doggy.” The fucker wiggles his eyebrows, acting like he’s thrusting his hips into an imaginary ass.

Moons above, this asshole. Something tells me he and Sadie’s friend, Ashley, would get along.

Sadie chokes, spluttering on the french fry she shoved into her mouth. Dante reaches over and pats her roughly on the back a few times all the while grinning like the cat that got the canary.

“You okay over there, Angel?”

“No, you asshole,” she says between gulping her water down and coughing. “You can’t spring a question like that on a girl when she’s got her mouth full.”

Dante’s lips twitch and he fails to hold in his laugh. She swats his arm, but even I admit that she walked right into that one.

So much fire in such a small woman. I’m fucking here for it too. I can’t wait to see what that fire does in the bedroom—and if I have my way, that’s where she will end up before the night is over. Now all I can picture is one of us in her ass and the other in her pussy as we tag team her into oblivion. My cock jumps at the thought.

“Well? I’m waiting,” Dante says between chuckles.

“Oh, fuck off, Blondie. I wouldn’t know,” she snaps.

She’s a virgin?

Fucking hell. I barely rein in my groan before it escapes my lips.

“Though something tells me I’ll find out soon.” Her cheeks turn slightly pink before she straightens her spine and levels a glare on both of us. “Before you dickwads get any ideas in your heads, I’m no prude, I’ve just never done the big she-bang.”

“I, for one, am not bothered in the slightest,” I say to help ease her ire.

Hell, the mere thought of being the first to claim her has my already hard cock turning into solid steel. At this point, I’m going to need to go yank one out in the bathroom to keep my head on straight.

Dante takes the opportunity while she’s distracted to steal one of her fries and when she notices, she looks pissed instead of amused. Uh-oh. He’s in trouble.

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