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Mehen moaned. “Don’t let her touch me again.”
Stricken, I bit back a choked gasp. I played back the scene in my mind, horrified I might have upset or injured him. If anyone had a right to be pissed, it’d be Sekh. I didn’t think anyone had taken the time to interview the new Blood about his sexual preferences before we’d banged him.
“I know it’s difficult for you but try not to be an asshole for once.” With a fierce scowl, Guillaume nudged Mehen with his foot. “Tell her what’s wrong with you before she wastes a single drop of her blood.”
“Still.” Mehen gritted his teeth, the ligaments standing out in his neck. “Coming.”
Oh fuck. “Still?” I squeaked out.
He roared, rolling over on his back. “Yes!”
Blood dripped from his eyes, nose, and ears. Distended veins roped up and down the full length of his purple, swollen cock. Definitely still rock hard. Twitching, quivering with another wave of climax, though no cum spurted out.
“Next motherfucker. To touch. Me.” He panted, eyes squeezed shut. “Gets roasted alive. Once I stop. Fucking. Coming!”
We all looked at Sekh with varying stages of admiration, consternation, and downright envy. One corner of his mouth quirked up and he inclined his head. “At your service, Your Majesty.”
Guillaume stepped over and slapped him on the shoulder. “Someone get this man some clothes.”
* * *
Within a few minutes, we had everyone not on duty—or still coming or passed out—dressed and assembled around the dining room table. Nevarre had brought me a light, flowy sundress in simple white cotton. No underwear, because of course not. Hopefully the material was thick enough I wouldn’t accidentally give poor Winston an eyeful. At least I wasn’t on my period.
Winston had whisked away the tumbled dishes and soiled tablecloth while we were outside, though he was still thankfully absent from the kitchen when we’d all tromped in naked. Daire still slept underneath the table, though he was purring softly. I hadn’t drained him badly enough that he needed healing.
None of the Blood sat down with me, taking up their normal positions around the room. Present—but not relaxed. Rik stood at my back, his hands on my shoulders. Ezra rummaged around in the fridge, pulling out food. His stomach growled like his grizzly after feeding me earlier.
Sekh watched us, taking in everything in that calm, casual manner that belied his experience. Dressed in black jeans and a simple black T-shirt, he looked like any other modern man I might see on the street. Not human for anyone who knew what we were, but he didn’t move with stiff military formality. Despite being the new man in a room full of powerful Blood and their queen, he didn’t appear to be self-conscious or concerned about his place. He just watched.
All seeing. Never sleeping. His nature. Taking it all in.
Softly, I asked, “How much can you see at once?”
“Everything not deliberately cloaked,” he replied just as easily and quietly. “The entire world.”
“What do you watch for?”
“Everything,” he repeated. “I am Her eyes.” His head tipped ever so slightly to the side. “Now, I’m yours.”
I gestured to the chair beside me, inviting him to sit. His eyes flickered quickly to my alpha behind me and back to my face. Noting none of the other Blood sat with me, I’m sure. He stepped closer to stand behind the chair but didn’t immediately sit.
I fought the urge to sigh. Blood could be very particular about formalities, let alone a general. I didn’t want to start off by ordering him to do something as silly as sit with me. “Are you hungry?”
The skin around his eyes crinkled slightly. “I haven’t had a physical body in over three thousand years.”
Huffing out a low laugh, Guillaume dragged out a chair on my right and sat down. “So yeah, he’s fucking hungry for all things, my queen.”
All things… I touched Sekh’s bond lightly, not wanting to be intrusive when he was so new to not just me but evidently this world.
Rending, tearing teeth, a deep rumbling growl rolling through his body. Blood on his jowls and paws. His muzzle buried in the carcass of his kill. Devoured. Still alive and kicking. Lust, as hot as the blood on his face.
Not a kill. He looked up at me, his face between my thighs, his gold eyes burning like the sun.
Cheeks scorched, I dragged my touch away from his bond.
One corner of his mouth lifted wryly, though he did at least pull out a chair and sit down on my left. “The world has changed a great deal since then.”
“What happened three thousand years ago?”
