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Still, it wasn't enough.
I gripped his shoulders and tugged him closer. I needed him on me — in me. That force inside my chest demanded more!
Growling, I ran my hand down his stomach, desperate to —
"Okay, okay!" A familiar voice broke in. "As much as I would normally enjoy this show, I have a feeling neither of you is in your right minds at the moment."
My gaze snapped to the black-haired Fae man who dared to intrude.
His blue eyes widened, and he lifted his hands. "Whoa now, I'm just trying to help."
I glared at him, but the intruder shook his head, muttered something under his breath, and took a single step closer.
My mate let out a warning growl, releasing me and moving his body to block me from the other man's view.
I moaned at the loss of that heat, and the Fae man hissed. "Come on, Tye. Remember a few minutes ago when you wanted to be rid of Kaiya? Consummating your bond with her now would be —"
A giant crash sounded, and I stared, mouth agape, as the black-haired man was hurled against the wall.
Something in my chest lurched at that, tugging me toward the stranger, and I cocked my head to the side.
Who was this man who wasn't my mate … yet somehow also was?
A dull throbbing pulsed inside my skull, and I gripped the sides of my head with my hands, tensing against the pain.
Where was that pain coming from?
"Saints, Tye. You're stronger than I remember." That voice … so familiar. "Please — just drink this and I'll stop bothering you."
Another crash sounded across the room, accompanied by pain in my shoulder and hip.
"Princess —" the Fae man ground out as he fought my mate. "I know you're pissed at me right now, but I could really use some help calming Tye down! I'd like to live through today, if you don't mind?"
More talking from the uninvited one. I ignored the pain and glared at him again.
But that name … Princess … I liked when someone had called me that before. Or did I hate it?
I couldn't tell …
Black shadows. A ship. A large bed. Ruins. White heat …
Jaiel?
Holy hells! My awareness came crashing back in, and I sat up straight.
What the fuck was going on?
Wolf-Tye had Jaiel pinned against the wall, and the only thing keeping him from tearing out the Fae man's throat was Jaiel's arms, barely holding back the snarling wolf's head.
"STOP!" I screamed, voice hoarse, as I scrambled out of bed and to my feet. "Tye! Stop!"
The wolf snarled and pushed harder.
Fuck. Where was a weapon when I needed it?
"Get that!" Jaiel gestured with his chin toward something to my right. I tore my gaze from them to see a slim wineskin.
"Just what am I supposed to do with wine right now?" I asked incredulously.
