Page 65 of Love Bites

There were four men in the room already. All of them were massive, and all of them were gorgeous.

Even Curtis.

I swear, that room alone held a man for every kind of woman.

Curtis was tall and tan, with curly white-blond hair. Before you got to know him, he was probably the most appealing of the bunch. There was something earthy about werewolves that was just really, intensely sexy.

At the moment, Curtis was sprawled out over one of the couches, his jaw clenched with anger and his gaze fixed on me.

I’d never looked closely at pictures of the leaders, hence my failure to recognize Damian in the nightclub, but different types of magical beings carried themselves differently. That made it easy enough to tell them apart, paired with my faint memories of the pictures I had seen in the past.

“Couldn’t wait to fuck your female until after we were done?” one of the men drawled.

I was pretty sure the one who spoke was Kai, the fae leader. He had light skin and blond hair that was swept up off his face, and he was leaning against the armrest of another couch.

Something told me that the men knew exactly which couch belonged to which king, even if there was no outward sign declaring it.

“That should bemyfemale,” Curtis growled.

“They’ve both got permanent mate marks, so I don’t know how you’re going to prove that,” one of the guys said. All of them were monstrous, but that one in particular was built like a tank.

He had the broadest shoulders, the biggest muscles, and the harshest lines on his face. His sun-tanned skin and shaggy, wavy hair contrasted that, so I wasn’t sure what to think about him.

Still, his physique alone was enough to say that he was clearly the leader of the monsters. Bane.

He was sitting comfortably on his own couch, his arms draped over the back of it.

Damian released my hand and set his on the small of my back, leading me toward the couch nearest to the door we’d entered through. As we walked, he introduced me.

“Everyone, this is my blood mate, Blair. Blair, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting Curt already. That’s Kai,” he gestured to the blond guy, whose name I’d guessed correctly. “That’s Bane,” he pointed to the wavy-haired guy, so I was right about that one too, “And that’s Talon.”

Talon was nearly as big as Bane, with light brown skin and black hair that fell to his cheekbones in loose, messy curls. He stood behind his couch, his grip tight on the back of it. “How many sisters does she have?”

“She has a voice, Talon,” Damian said, as we sat down on the couch.

“I don’t have any sisters. My pod was killed about ten years ago,” I explained.

It was half true.

Talon scowled.

Curtis growled. “You know damn well that she has four unmated sisters. Enough to share with the rest of us. One of them wears my mark.”

“If you really managed tolosethe female with your mark on her throat, which magically leads you to her, I think she deserves her freedom,” Kai drawled. “What are we really here to talk about?”

“The fact that Curt has attempted to declare war on the vampires by setting up an ambush of wolves at my blood mate’s house,” Damian said simply.

All three of the other men’s gazes moved to Curtis.

Kai looked amused.

Talon looked concerned.

Bane looked pissed.

“I wasn’t trying to take your female. I wantedmine.”

“Security camera footage proves that none of the women at the scene had a band around their neck except Blair.” Damian typed on his phone for a moment, and showed me a fairly clear picture from a security camera that definitely hadn’t been there before we moved to the Manor. The notifications dinging and buzzing on the other men’s phones told me they’d all received it in a message.

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