Page 68 of Love the Way You Lion
Sampson loses his grip across the way, and though I’ve been keeping an occasional eye on him, I notice now that he’s entranced. It shadows his face a bit, but I see the gold in his eyes. I turned the lights down to be encouraging—sue me, I’m alive and male—but the highlights across the room as they hit his long hair and lithe frame make my mouth water.
I growl low, everyone’s arousal causing the room to be thick with emotions. I push some of that towards my wife to get it out of me and to help her with the struggle.
They’re both fighting this, and hell if it will not cause one huge ass problem if they don’t get it straightened out. They got caught in their own bloody web. The hiss from my primary makes me smile wickedly, and I know it’s working.
“Oh, crap,” my wife whispers, and I watch her move, wiggling and unable to hold still as some of my emotions push hers over the edge. Her growl echoes at the hiss, and I know they’re about to give in.
My primary’s eyes turn serpentine, and she reaches up to yank the minx’s head down, kissing her.
That is more like it.
The Artist Hungers
RAFE
Holy shit, they’re kissing.
The feral in the room notches up again, and I don’t even know what the fuck I’m going to do. My skin is on fire, and my body is aching with arousal.
They kiss deeper, legs and arms moving together in a symphony of dark and light, like the sun and moon in an eclipse. They’re murmuring low to one another, but I can’t focus on their words as I watch them touch and explore one another.
Small groans followed by the whisper of silk falling to the ground and a flip of positions make me grip the edge of the chair like I’m going to blast off. The acting, the touching, and the sounds are more than I can handle, almost. But I can’t stop watching, and they sure as hell are too busy to tell me to.
“God yes, Deli, touch me,” she cries. My mate’s low response is full of Beast and she’s feeling ready to pounce.
I’m trying to hold out, trying to keep sane, but it’s hard. It’s damned near impossible. I don’t want to lose control and miss the rest of the show, but I don’t know how much more I can take. They hiss and growl and move together, but I get distracted for a moment as another scent fills the air.
My eyes pry away from the women, hitting the shadows across the room. The bird’s having a rough time of it. I could try to see what he’s up to, but given my predicament, I opt for allowing him the courtesy of not shifting to night vision via the demon. I can’t even imagine what part the two of us will play in the hungry, wild tangle that is our mates right now. I feel his hunger, though; it mirrors mine.
The bloodlust in this room is rising with every second.
A throaty chuckle echoes from the bed before I feel the apex hit my wife. She hisses my primary’s name, waves of her pleasure hitting me hard through our bond. Something inside me twitches, and I know, without even seeing, that her fangs are itching to come out. The cat falls over next and she hits me with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
Holy crapbuckets, it’s happening.
Taurus makes a strangled noise in the corner, and I know he’s feeling it, too. The power of these two is nearly knocking us flat. I can’t help it; a howl of frustration leaves my lips. I’m unsure what to do except try to quench the need.
I lift my wrist and tear into it, knowing that it won’t sate my hunger or the primal lust flowing through me, but it might calm the demon so I can see straight. It doesn’t and I let my arm drop, blood dripping on the floor in a way that’s going to get my ass kicked by the housemates.
The Cat And The Blade Get Wild
TALIA
Deli is every bit as fucking hot, and wild as she’s made out to be. Not that I’ve talked with him about it, but I’ve seen the marks, scratches, and bites. I’ve also heard the rumors that floated around this place before she rang him up. Deli doesnotdisappoint. She overshadows her reputation by miles. She shook the hell out of me and I’m trying to keep the serpent from fucking this all up. I’d like to repeat this a few hundred times and my fangs itch like crazy.
I’m hungry and I want to feed.
Taurus, however, smells Rafe’s blood. My senses are giving me enough input to determine that my primary has turned to watch him. His hunger is enormous, and I imagine that with four predators in the room, all aching for a feeding, he’s amped into oblivion. He’s not used to not being able to tear in anymore.
I feel a fang scratch my thigh, and everything inside clenches when I’m distracted by the scent of my blood. She nicked me when I shifted. It sends the primal into overdrive. I need blood—want,drink, feed. I shake my head, trying to clear it to no avail. She said that doing what she does gets her what she wants.
What does she want, I wonder?
“What do you want, Deli? What do you need?”
Her head lifts, and I see emerald-gold eyes full of swirling colors and four pointed fangs glinting in the moonlight. She was trying to hide the kitty, to keep me from seeing that she’s struggling with her primal side. I hiss again, and she snarls, tossing one word into my mind.~Feed. ~
My response gets delayed by the sense of Rafe turning his gaze to Taurus. I feel both demons in the air and a torrent of emotions in the room that are trying to vie for dominance. He lifts his arm and licks the blood off it, almost as if taunting my primary. He ambles, his gait deceptively laid back for the primal energy he’s emanating. Taurus growls low, advancing, following the scent of the open wound. I smell his blood now, and I wonder if he opened a wound on his arm.
