Page 33 of Wicked Heirs

He smiled, then gestured at the grass I was sitting on as I leaned back against the trunk of an age-old oak tree. “Here?” He thumbed the throne where Talon was at. “Not up there, doing it in luxury as you deserve for how much of a one-off this is?”

“I’m good here.”

I needed to be connected to nature.

Through the two feeds I’d already had tonight, I’d kept one hand on the grass. It was also why I was shirtless, my fully tattooed upper half—torso and full sleeves—on display, so that I was connected skin-to-nature resting against the bark of the tree. My magic was rooted in nature—or it had been before I’dbeen turned—and connecting with it physically helped to ground me when I was feeding.

He walked to me and undid the top couple of buttons of his olive polo shirt, then unbuckled his belt too, before reaching for his fly. “You mind if I take pleasure in your bite?”

I lifted a shoulder. “Fine by me. Do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

As Artemis reached me, he pulled his long silver hair into a ponytail and tied it with a magically-conjured band, exposing his beautiful pointy ears, similar to those of Orpheus.

He swept his hand over the space in front of me and a series of luxurious cushions materialized, every color of the rainbow.

He turned around and got himself comfortable so his back was to my front. “Ah, that’s more like it. You sure you don’t want me to conjure you any?”

“I’m content, thanks.”

“All right.” He pointed to the right side of his neck. “This side, if it’s okay.”

“No problem.”

I grasped his shoulder for stability, then dropped my fangs, piercing his throat.

He let out a blissful groan. “Yes… amazing.”

I smiled to myself then began the draw, tasting his sweet blood on my tongue, then driving deeper.

I looked out at Tal who nodded encouragingly as he sipped from his favored Hurricane drink that satisfied his craving for fruit, with its lime, orange juice and passion fruit, along with a hefty dose of spelled rum to give it the desired kick.

My attention was diverted to the sight of Artemis pulling out his dick, then using his magic to create a floating vibrant yellow hand that wrapped around his shaft and started jerking him, as he dug his fingers into the cushions all around him and relaxed into it, pleasuring himself with his magic.

It had my own cock reacting to the eroticism of it.

I glanced over at Talon again and saw his eyes hood at the sight too.

“Damn,”I heard him say.

Feeling myself getting worked up while I fed off him, I reached out with my vampiric hearing, trying to find something else to focus on.

Fucking and feeding—no.

Bodies grinding together in the forest—no.

A magical contest taking place—yes.

I tried to focus on it, but without seeing it, the sounds alone weren’t enough to distract me.

And then a familiar voice reached me.

“So, what’s your deal with Orpheus?”

Alena.

I zoned in on it, hearing Isabella’s high-pitched voice responding.

“Aside from the obvious with that dark bastard, we slept together and the next morning he literally kicked me out of bed with his magic and slammed the door in my face.”

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