Page 173 of Wicked Heirs

Xavier was there in the next moment, taking hold of Alena with one arm and using the other to heal her bite wound with his magic.

As he frantically checked her and asked her if she was okay, Constantine grinned and made a show of licking her blood off his lips.

“The best I’ve ever had,” he taunted.

The three of us snarled back at him.

“How chivalrous. You’ve made the angel yours, it seems.” His eyes narrowed. “It’s a shame for you that it can’t remain as such.”

“Go to hell,” Alena rasped.

“Already done, princess. Now it’s our time.”

“Ours?”

“You. Are. Mine.”

“The fuck she is!” I yelled.

Orpheus stepped up to him, just a few feet out. “You’ll die here today before you touch her again.”

“Such hubris, Dark Fae Prince. Just like your father. He’s adjusting nicely to his time with my friends. He won’t give me his screams yet. Stubbornness clearly runs in the family. But it won’t be long now.”

With a roar, Orpheus thrust his palms out, delivering two blasts of his magic.

Shocking us all, Constantine caught them in his palms.

Even as they burned his skin, he allowed it and let out an orgasmic noise, getting off on it. “Mmm… your darkness is primed. Tantalizing.”

Orpheus went at him again, but Constantine reacted with his vampiric reflexes and threw Ore’s own magic back at him.

Thankfully, all his time spent training in combat served him well and he managed to anticipate it and dive out of the way even in spite of Constantine’s speed.

“Nicely done,” the creepy bastard told him in a freakishly proud way.

I fired a stream of my phoenix fire at him.

He reacted so quickly, throwing up his hand and conjuring a black shimmering shield, stopping it in its tracks.

“How the shit?” I grunted, pushing harder.

“Pull back, Tal!” X cried. “He’s using black magic!”

I watched in horror as black specks infected my stream of fire, traveling along it.

I dropped my hand, my fire sputtering out, and then a bolt of his magic came firing my way.

X was there just in time, tackling me to the ground, out of range.

As Alena ran into the fray, calling her power, Constantine tossed something her way.

As it hit and the blurring motion stilled, I managed to catch sight of them.

Two black bands that encircled her wrists, making her magic sputter out. She screamed as they burned into her flesh, and then she was collapsing to her knees.

“Stop!” X and I yelled.

Purple fire smacked into Constantine’s chest, knocking him back, and then Orpheus was there, standing in front of us, both palms flaming with his power.

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