Page 45 of Blood Lust
“Elle,” Edgar walked up to me. “You focus on remaining here, ground yourself by feeling the magnetic pull of the earth beneath your feet. Intently focus on this while you mentally request that the witch or any other threat to us here and now cannot locate you.”
I went to close my eyes and heard Edgar clear his throat, “Focus on the Earth’s pull first.”
Feel the pull, Elle. Nothing.
“Feel what pull?” I asked, frustrated, sending Edgar a step back from me. “I can’t fucking feel th…” I stopped myself. “Never mind. My mind is powerful. I can think. I can do this. I can feel the pull, it’s beneath my feet. It’s as real as Logan’s arm on my shoulder,” I chanted out, hoping the mention of Logan’s name didn’t scare the shit out of him.
At that moment, it was as if my feet were cemented to the tile floor. I let it weigh me down, and I felt an energy tingle under my feet.
“Now, imagine a large shield over us. Nothing can come in or leave through it,” Edgar continued.
I imagined a bubble around all of the property I’d seen with the beautiful house. My feet were planted firmly, the earth sealing them to its surface. I saw the large clear bubble shield grow up and touch the forests around the property, the lake, the long driveway and its surroundings, everything.
“I can feel you doing it. Excellent work. Now, let’s create a mirage, okay?”
I nodded.
“Imagine this house and everything in the bubble you just created being nothing more than a vacant home with small wildlife from the area roaming about as it naturally would,” Edgar softly encouraged. “Stay grounded while you do this. You are creating a false image. We can be lost in this part. You must remain grounded as you visualize none of us inside this shield you just created.”
I swallowed and faced my palms toward the floor where the energy radiated into my feet from. I imagined the home was unoccupied to any threat looking to find us. I had to be sure I wouldn’t screw this up, so I imagined us living here together in harmony. Peace with no threats.
“She’s done it,” Edgar said, and I heard the smile in his voice. “We’re cloaked. Lucas, hit the electric gates and seal this place up. We can’t have any visitors lurking around.”
“Now, let’s get busy fixing our girl,” Cole stated, flashing me a smile of relief. “We’re not going to drain her, so any other ideas besides turning Edgar dark by using his powers are appreciated.”
“Let’s let the dark powers run its course out of the witch and then he can help her,” Zane said.
“The darkness in me will take quite some time. I went deep to help Roman and the two covens get the jump on the Shifted army.”
“Then someone needs to come up with a fucking answer,” Zane barked.
“She must be drained of the power,” Edgar snapped back.
“Fine. Then I’ll drain her the same damn way she got the fucking powers. Drinking from the wolf or whatever the fuck went down.”
“You can absorb her powers, yes,” Edgar said. “But being an immortal, I don’t think it’s safe for you to drink her blood. Her blood is running strong in her veins along with the bond of supreme power she and the alphas created.”
“Guess there’s only one way to find out,” Logan said.
“Wait.” Nakia stepped up. “If the vampires are in danger by doing this, then let one of us wolves do it. We’re safe, right?”
Edgar shrugged. “Both your alphas created this. No one is safe.”
“And no one touches my girl right now except for me.” Logan’s face was in front of mine, brushing my hair over my shoulder, “Be gentle with me, doll face,” he said with a wink, and then I felt his fangs in my neck before I could stop him.
Nice. The element of surprise before I could think that my guys couldn’t do it and then possibly stop it. All I was thinking now was that Logan wouldn’t be hurt or anyone hurt by helping me tame this uncontrollable livewire I’d become.
Chapter Twenty-Four
In a rush of vamp speed wind, I was forced against the wall separating the two windows in the room we were in. Logan pressed his body hard against me while he drank from my neck.
His hands gripped my thighs that he held while I heard him gulp—a first. I had never heard my vampires drinking, gulping, slurping, or whatever other sounds could be made while they drank from me. It wasn’t the fact—or was it—that I was usually highly sexually aroused while they drank while this time I wasn’t.
I had no idea why I didn’t want my vampire or why my mood just shifted to him getting the fuck off me. I pressed hard to get him away, feeling like he was stealing a special part of my life I could never get back.
“Get the fuck off me!” I growled. “Now, Logan!”
Logan’s hands tightened, and his bite was harder and deeper. A growl erupted from his chest, and I could tell my vampire was fighting back. Dark thoughts tried to enter my mind about how I could end his bastard ass from drinking my blood, but I shut my mind off and tried to just take it.
