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“That is just not possible,” Carrie said. “The wound is almost completely healed.”
“I don’t know. I’m absolutely clueless,” I barely managed to whisper.
“Because you’re our mate,” Titus answered. He rubbed his hand down my back and the warmth expanded. Now my pussy was throbbing, the desire so powerful control was becoming difficult. How inappropriate, but the draw to them was that commanding.
Without bothering to look at his injury, Thor pulled my hand to his naked chest, placing my fingers on what was left of the wound. It was difficult to explain the sensations I felt, deep vibrations so intense that for a few seconds, I couldn’t think clearly.
The lump in my throat remained, but now, the one in my stomach had been consumed by butterflies. This was more than just breaking ground in science or anything else. This was all because of the lifeforms from another world.
I finally pulled my hand away, but was unable to look down.
“There isn’t even a scar.” Carrie’s voice was a husky whisper. “I think I need a drink.”
“Maybe we all do.” My fingers ached and I rubbed them with my other hand. The moment was slightly awkward and mostly because of the continued desire that had no place at the moment.
We weren’t completely safe no matter the number of mercenaries the lions had killed.
“We need to save the other lions before we leave,” I insisted. “That’s the least I can do.”
“As you were told, they are dangerous.” Thor’s insistence was more qualified than mine, but I couldn’t simply walk away and leave them to die. Nothing in my oath would allow me to do that.
Dangerous or not.
“I need to check on the lioness.” I backed away, now rubbing my arm where the needle had been inserted. Even though I had what doctors had always called good veins, my skin was such that I always bruised.
Not this time.
There wasn’t even a single drop of blood to indicate a transfusion.
Reality as I knew it had been obliterated.
CHAPTER 22
Zeus
Needs.
Wants.
Cravings.
I couldn’t distinguish between them or the sense of urgency the approaching typhoon had provided.
We were nothing but caged animals, preparing for the worst, still licking our wounds while we waited for another attack.
I was angry. Enraged.
My body hot to the touch.
Yet with every rabid thought of hunting down the remaining men who’d become our tormentors, another filtered into the forefront of my mind.
Her.
The little human.
The woman with the dazzling smile and luminous eyes. I was going mad with hunger.
I needed to fuck her and the longer I tried to shove aside my desires, the more my muscles ached. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to walk without pain.
