Page 34 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

He grins at me and laughs. “It's the bond.”

I look at him like he's grown a third head. He chuckles again. It's a deep boisterous one. It instantly makes my thighs rub together.

“Well, I guess we better get up and put some clothes on because I don't wanna explain this more than once. Let alone six s.”

Looking for my clothes, I grab my leggings and slide into them, but can’t find my shirt. KC walks over and hands me his. Grinning like he knows where it is. My eyes land on his bite mark. “You want to show that off, don't you?” I point at it.

“Fuck yeah, I do. You’ll understand once my brothers are here.” He smacks my ass and I squeal.

The fuck? I don’tsqueal.

KC must see the shock on my face, because he lets out a booming laugh and walks over to the door, opening it. The minute the door opens, the entire room goes into an uproar. I hear a stampede of feet and lots of cheering.

“Yeah motherfuckers, I'm still alive. But I don't have time now, officers inside, move your asses. The rest of you fuckers stick around. Church in an hour. Sweetbutts, stay in the clubhouse. Prospects you will be in church too. If one person leaves I will kick someone's ass.”

He turns, walking back into the room, almost running into me. He grabs my hand and practically drags me to his desk, where he sits in his chair and tugs me onto his lap. I wiggle, trying to get up. He tightens his grip on me, and growls. He fuckinggrowlsat me!

Once everybody's inside, he begins, “Ok. We have a lot to talk about in a short time. I know you all have questions and I'm gonna try to answer them. First, time for a bit of a history lesson.”

For the next twenty minutes, he goes through a basic history lesson on shifters, specifically deathstalker scorpions. Nobody interrupts, not even me, but boy do I want to.

He then gets to the part about mating, marking, and connections, especially to a matriarch. That's when the roomgoes into an uproar. Apparently, the matriarch can share abilities between all of her mates.

“Her ability to heal with her touch alone can be transferred between any of us,” KC explains.

“Ok, pause. That’s cool and all that we can share powers. But I can’t fuckinghealwith my touch. Ipoisonwith my touch.”

“Actually, you can do both. Maybe the healing bit just appeared out of desperation when I was dying, but you definitely healed me with your touch,” he argues. “The longer you touched me, the better I felt. Hell, by the time we were done fucking, I felt better than I had in years. After years of riding, my hands have started going numb-”

“What?! You didn’t tell us that!” DJ cuts him off.

KC eyes him and continues. “Now, I feel like I’m in my teens again. Nothing hurts and I could go another ten rounds with you and still not tire.”

“Ten rounds? I’m up for it,” I smirk, and all six guys growl.

“You have four other mates that would like to go evenoneround with you before he gets ten more,” Neo snarks.

“Hey, if you see your shot, you take it, Lover Boy,” I tell him with a wink.

“Oh, I’ll take it alright.” He steps forward as if to takeme, but King’s obviously not going to give me up anytime soon as his grip gets even tighter.

“Later,” he snaps. “Back to the point. Youcanheal. And now that we’re mates, so can I.”

“Let me get this straight. Now that I’m mated to you two.” I point to Jax and him and continue, “You two can heal each other?”

“No, Jax hasn't completed the bond-” KC says, but Jax cuts him off.

“What do you mean I didn't complete the bond? We fucked I thought that was it.”

“Don’t you listen to anything I say?” KC glares at him “I know you never wanted a mate so it never mattered before, but I thought you at least knew the basics. Shifters have mate marks. Mates have to bite each other to complete the bond. Didn’t I just explain that?”

“Whatever,” Jax scowls. “So we have a partial bond?”

“Yes. When you complete the bond, you’ll have full access to the mate bond, and all the perks that come with it.”

“There are more perks than just sharing powers?” Beck questions.

KC smirks and whispers, “Think the word kumquat to Jax.”

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