Page 1 of Swamp Kings 2

CHAPTER ONE

“Wait!” Lesion shot up from his chair, hand out toward them. “Don’t. Do not bite him.”

Bishop eyed his alarmed alchemist closely. “Why?” Because what couldpossiblymake a difference at this point?

“Because you gave Nitro blood,” he explained, as if just realizing before regarding their technical brethren. “It became part of Nitro’s system at a critical moment and later, when he overdosed with the serum, that integrated into his physiology,” he hurried, hands in on the explanation before both aimed at Bishop. “If he bites him now, there are three major risks. Genetic overlap, immune rejection, and energy resonance.”

“You got some English words for me, mon frère?” Bishop cautioned, his anger headed back to boiling at this roadblock.

“I need to run tests on both your blood to ensure it’s safe.”

Bishop eyed him at that laughable word with thisbitingbullshit. “Safe.”

“As in make sure the bite won’t destabilize either of you,” he added. “Worst case, the shared blood could trigger an uncontrollable surge, overloading your system and causing a complete collapse—physically and mentally. Best case, it enhances your abilities without issue. I need to run these tests to know for sure. And if needed, I can concoct something to clear your neural pathways, ensuring the energy flows smoothly and reduces the risk of overload at the very least.”

Bishop shook his lowered head. Fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck! He eyed Nitro then Lesion. “These risks go both ways?”

Lesion blurted, “Yes,” with absolution. “The samesurelygoes for him. Worst case, his body might reject the exchange entirely, leading to a loss of control over his gifts—maybe even weakening him permanently. Best case, his system integrates the exchange smoothly, enhancing both of your abilities and creating a stronger synergy between your powers.”

Nitro added quietly, “If anything, it will work better than ever.”

Bishop regarded him at hearing hisknowing tone. “Why do you think that?”

Nitro locked an unwavering gaze on Bishop. “Because it was mostlyyourblood the serum interacted with when I overdosed. I’m the Alpha of my gifts. You’re the Alpha in my blood.” Nitro glanced at Lesion. “Before you ask, I know this the same way I knew it was safe to bite my wife. It’s in me—part of what I am.”

A salivating curiosity and awe filled Lesion’s face at that bite-bit. “How long do you need for these tests?” Bishop asked, suddenly wanting a second opinion from some of his Northern brothers, particularly Harlow.

“A day at least,” Lesion said.

“I can help,” Harlow offered. “We definitely don’t want to rush a catastrophe, but we also have zero time to spare with other promising calamities on our door.”

“Thank you,” Lesion said, his alchemist’s relief loosening aboutoneinch of Bishop’s knotted guts.

“Sounds like the best fucked up plan we’ve got,” Bishop muttered, eying Seer now. “Unless you tell me those drawings in your pocket I didn’t peek at say we leave right this fucking second.”

Seer shook his head slowly, carefully considering. “I’m getting no alarms. Yet.”

“Well, let me know the second that changes,” Bishop said.

“We can also help,” Fetch said.

Bishop regarded the angelic dude, wishing that offered relief. It surely didn't. “All the help is appreciated,” he said, turning when a heavy hand gripped his shoulder.

It was Kult, still bouncing T-Bagio. “However you need it, brother.”

“I would like to propose the upgrade I’ve heard discussed for your Bat King.”

All eyes swerved to a calm Fin, his icy blue gaze leveling on Bishop.

“Propose away,” Kult urged after three seconds.

Fin raised his upper lip and they watched his canines slowly elongate before receding into normal sized teeth again. “Bio-conductive fangs,” he said. “Cleaner, less painful bites and smoother bio-energy transference directly into the hosts cells.”

“Hell thefuckyeah,” Nitro said, his lust ringing in Bishop’s balls. “Will it let me choose?” he wondered, turning his grin to Bishop. “I might like the messy bites outside of intimacy.”

Another shot of lust hit Bishop right in the cock this time. Fuck him, he was not looking forward to what the fuck this bite would do in that department even while he was sure his wife would love every drop of theinsanity. He had a child to protect in addition to her. He barely had brakes as it was. He didn’t want to know whatfuckingwould look like when his demonic lusts gained boosters.

“Whoa, whoa,” Bishop cut in at hearing body-altering ideas flying around the room. He pinned Nitro with a hard gaze, the chief instigator. “Let’s stick with a simple set of incisors and leave your dick out of it. Oui?”

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