Page 58 of Orion: Galaxy Huntress

“You can send the demon army back to Hell,” I told him.

Vice stiffened in my arms. “I promised them all the shifters they could eat. If I send them back, they’ll turn on me and pluck my arms and legs from my body.”

“I thought you enjoyed pain and pleasure,” I teased.

He shuddered. “Not their kind.”

“Tell them there’s fifteen dead shifters to the east.”

Vice’s eyes widened as they fell to me. “What did you do, Hell Kitten?”

“I might have killed them with my coronal mass ejection.”

“Oh, I love it when you talk all deadly star beams,” he whispered into my ear. “More of that in the bedroom, please.”

I laughed and patted his belly, leaving him to go to Stormy while Vice went to direct the demon army, who quickly took off, stomping louder than griffins as they headed deeper into the darkness.

“Stormy?” I fell to my knees beside him, brushing his cold forehead. He was pale, barely breathing, sweat coating his skin, his heartbeat slow and irregular.

“Orion,” he croaked. He didn’t have long. His heart gave out on him. I felt its weak surrender, its somber goodbye to me.

Gods, I had to do something. He needed my starlight, or he’d die.

I removed my blade and nicked my skin, letting my pearly blood ooze out. “Drink this. It will heal you.”

“No. I won’t hurt you.” Stubborn shifter would do anything to protect me, even if it meant dying because he refused to take my power.

I lifted my wrist and he pulled away. Reznor grabbed the back of his head, forcing Stormy’s mouth to my flesh. I smeared my starlight over his lips. Color blossomed in his luscious mouth. Sweat evaporated from his forehead. His pulse sped up a few beats, settling into a steadier rhythm.

“You need more.” I pushed my magick to his lips harder and this time he drank it down, just a few gulps, wary of taking too much. “That’s good.”

His breathing lost its raggedness and evened out. Stormy regained his lost strength and sat up without the assistance of Reznor. “That’s enough.” He wiped my pearly blood from his kissable mouth. “Let my shifter healing do the rest.”

I conceded, feeling a little woozy myself from the earlier ejection and loss of starlight to save my mate. Reznor came to my side, letting me lean into his frosty strength for support. Vice crouched down with us, taking my hand in his, that flirty tail of his poking me in the bottom suggestively. I laughed and leaned in to kiss him.

“Ace,” a dangerous growl broke us apart. “A word.”

“Darius.” Stormy stepped away two paces to address the shifter similar in appearance to him, different colored hair and body types separating them. Brothers. Only the other was an Alpha judging by his size and hulking muscles.

Darius’ heavy brows came down in a hard line. “Why are there demons, dead vampires, and one live blood sucker on my lands?”

I tightened my fingers over Reznor’s wrist. Shifters and vampires were enemies according to the lore Vice told me about.

“The pack’s safe.” Stormy remained calm and in control. “Your problem is taken care as promised. Thank me later, brother. I’ve got a mate to care for.”

“You broke the rules, Ace,” Darius’ heated words filled me with a chill. “We’ll talk about the consequences later.”

“You’re welcome.” Stormy returned to me like a man without a care, leaving his brother to fume and storm away.

“He didn’t look very happy,” Vice noted. “Think he needs a mate, too?”

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