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Tana was extremely fit. The woman could run a 10k marathon in record time, so it didn’t really make sense. Unless . . .
“Tana, shit, it’s happening, isn’t it?” Jezzie felt herself start to panic. “Did you take the potion Leraie left behind?”
“What? I’m fine. It’s not time for that shitfest yet. You’re late for your last flying lesson with Dad and your Nithey-poo though, so you better hurry your ass up, cousin mine.”
She must have seen the disbelief plainly written on Jezzie’s face. Sweat had started to bead at her temples, and her skin was more radiant than usual. In fact, the closer Jezzie looked at her cousin the more her aura shifted. Using her gift she delved into Tana’s emotions, saw the utter chaos swirling deep within, and felt the violent tremors of the needing headed her way. Pulling back she focused on Tana’s body, lavender-blue flames and golden mist mixed together as they shimmered around her. She had to look hard, but they were there.
“Seriously, Coz, I have another day or two, I swear. I’m perfectly fine. ”
And just like that Tana crumpled to the floor in a heap of tight fitted green leather and cream cotton fabric. Thankfully Jezzie caught her head before it hit the flagstones by her bed, called to Nithe along the link they shared for an assist, and told him to bring Uncle Micah with him knowing they were probably waiting for her in ‘Paradise’.
You want them, Tana. You can have them, all of them.
The voice whispered in her head. She did, she did want them, it was true.
Let them in. Go to them. You can quench the hunger that twists your body into knots of icy pain. They want you too. They long to hold you, touch you, to lick every inch of your body and take you with their impressive cocks.
She could. They would. They all definitely did have impressive cocks. Large and thick, each one unlike the other. They scared her the one time she’d seen them all those years ago, when she’d been naught but a naive virgin. Fine, she was still technically a virgin in the literal sense, but she sure as shit was no longer naive.
Call for them, beg for them. We want them, need them to fill us. To soothe the burn, to ease the need. You can trust them. We can have them now.
Wait. Hold up. WTF? Trust them? The assholes who left us to fight or die? Sometimes both? Who’d hosted massive orgies with the gorgon sluts and any passably pretty bitch sent to this pit? Instead of doing their duty and observing every entry to this realm on the off chance innocents ever made it through the portals? Oh, would you look at that, two did. Her mother had died, forced to leave her alone, with no protection save her wits. With no way back to protect her daughter. All because they couldn’t resist getting their dicks wet at every opportunity. Assholes.
Her eyes flew open, but all she saw was white. Pain lashed her body, her limbs felt like they were twisted in agony, the muscles moving in ways they never should. In reality she knew they were dead weights, immovable until the lull before the storm. It would only get worse. Why now?
Of fucking course. She should have paid closer attention. She never spent any time around bonded mates before. The books Leraie had given her had warned her about her kind’s cycle being more susceptible to the pheromones of bonded mates. The fact her cousin and Nithe had been taking full advantage of their alone time meant her damn hormones were soaking that shit up, and kicking her ass for not finding her mate. Well . . . No, nope, she hadn’t found him. Wouldn’t even contemplate those asswipes being hers, destiny be damned. Nope, if so, the Fates were out of their ever loving minds.
Her body burned like dry ice. As the pain spiked higher, black spots filled her vision and her eyelids slammed shut as oblivion pulled her under once more.
“Where is it? It should be here. It’s always left in the top drawer of her nightstand.”
Jezzie watched her uncle tear apart his daughter’s room in a frantic search for the elixir used to stave off the painful effects of the female phoenix needing cycle. She slid a cool, damp cloth over Tana’s forehead and cheeks as she lay on the feather soft mattress in her room. They’d brought her here as soon as her uncle had seen Tana’s still form and realized what was happening.
Tana’s eyes flashed open suddenly, startling a gasp out of her. Her cousin’s eyes were completely white, her face expressionless, as if carved from stone. Just as suddenly they snapped closed and her rigid limbs went completely lax.
Turning her head she looked at her uncle. He’d paused his search at her sharp inhalation and regarded his daughter with the look of a tortured, helpless father. Which in this moment was exactly what he was.
“This is just the first wave. The next will be worse, the one after, worse still. Female’s of her species, well, her mother’s species, have a breeding cycle which lasts thirteen days. The only way, other than the elixir, to negate the negative effects, is to bed one’s chosen or fated mate, or at least reaffirm the bond with a ritual. Alas, having been born in this place, and her inability to leave, she hasn’t had the opportunity to find that special someone. Stuck here as she is, how the hell does the Almighty expect her to find that someone?”
A silent tear slid down Uncle Micah’s cheek as he brushed a stray strand of purple hair from Tana’s cheek and tucked it behind her ear. His head dropped forward, his chin dipped toward his chest.
Jezzie opened her mouth to voice her suspicions about the princes, but Nithe’s gentle touch, and the small shake of his head, helped her keep her words to herself. He’s right, it’s not her place to speculate, plus, Tana wouldn’t thank her for the interference in her affairs, or lack thereof.
“Leraie!”
Jezzie’s head whipped back to her uncle as he threw back his head and yelled at the ceiling.
“Leraie, get your ass down here. Or I swear I’ll find a way out of here just to find you.”
“Now, now, Michael, my boy, such language. No need to yell.”
The soft lilting voice startled her and Nithe, but Michael just spun on his heel and glared at the newcomer. Her long black and white hair, mostly black with white interspersed here and there, hung loosely about her porcelain shoulders, pulled back away from her face in a half up style with long white bangs parted on the side. Her oval face was so pale she was almost truly white, bar the barely visible light flush to her cheekbones. Softly arched black eyebrows lay above sultry acorn brown eyes framed by expertly applied black and gray eyeshadow and long thick matching eyelashes. Black lined, dark red lipstick coated her lips, the lower lip plumper than the upper with its well-defined cupid’s bow. She smiled sadly at them from the open doorway.
Damn, this woman either had mad makeup skills, or had her own makeup artist on call. Jezzie had never seen someone whose face held such perfect symmetry. But, she’d definitely heard that voice before. If only she could remember where and when.
Looking past them, the woman focused her gaze on Tana, who still lay unresponsive on her bed.
“Ah, I see it is time,” she murmured to no one in particular.
