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My attempt is in vain. If he kills these wolve
s, we're fucked. With absolutely no fully formed plan, I throw a shock of my own power at Drackus. It doesn't do much, but it stuns him temporarily.
In his blind, insane state, he charges me. When he grabs me by the throat, Gage is on him, tossing him aside with more power than I knew he possessed. Drackus loses his hold on the whimpering wolves as he turns to face the dark user.
Gage's hands burn red with power he shouldn't wield. That dark red energy has been lost for centuries. How does he have it?
His eyes narrow as he studies Drackus, waiting to find out what his next move will be.
Reese shifts back to his nude, human form when he surrenders. Both he and Kane stand to watch the new duel in play. My heart pounds in my ears as Gage gives me a wink, and before I know what's going on, both he and Drackus have disappeared.
"What the hell was that?" Zee murmurs in stunned astonishment.
"Gage will handle him. He usually does," Dice chirps as he joins us from out of nowhere. Then he faces the naked man who has been bruised and beaten like a human. "You made a deal. Dredge the night stalker's mind, but don't touch the girl. I can promise there's enough power here to make you regret a double-cross."
Reese mumbles something about this isn't the end, but I don't hear the full details of his possible threat. I turn to Dice, curious as to how he knows what's been going on.
"How did you know?" I ask, baffled by his sudden appearance.
"Gage sent me a text to inform me of the festivities in play. I got here as fast as I could," he says, shrugging.
Reese pulls his pants back on, avoiding making eye contact. Wolves hate losing any battle, but had he been taking on an average night stalker, he would have won. How is that possible?
Kane's eyebrow is cut, along with his lip. Black and purple spots cover him, and he wipes blood from his mouth. His tattered shirt gets thrown to the ground, and the claw marks ravaging his body shine all the more with blood oozing from their wounds.
I rush over to him, feeling like crying and slapping him at the same time. His arms wrap around me as I try to inspect his many injuries.
"You looked like you were doubting me," he murmurs as blood trickles down his chin.
My heart beats faster, making me wobbly. His blood looks so tempting on so many disturbing levels. I feel hypnotized by the crimson flow as it mesmerizes me, igniting something primal within me.
"I...I..."
"You okay?" Kane asks, as he studies my crazed eyes.
Licking my lips, I nod and then I pull him to me to taste his breath, his kiss, his...blood. It almost feels intoxicating and soothing as the tang of his sweet flavor finds my taste buds. He grips me tighter as something stirs the both of us. I have to ignore the sick fact that I enjoy his delicious taste of red. It'd be troubling if I dwelled on it.
Did he just find a way to use poison's kiss? Do I have a cut?
I feel the venom's effect, and I have no idea how to fight this. But right now isn't the time or place for us to get unruly and savage.
Before I can question it further, the effect of the blood vanishes, leaving us without the carnal urge.
"What the hell was that?" he asks breathlessly, seeming just as entranced as I was.
His confusion matches mine. I thought it was him.
"Do I have a cut or something? That felt like poison's kiss."
He tugs at my lower lip with his thumb and then his tongue slips into my mouth to invite me into a powerful, heart-pumping kiss. He pulls me at the waist, and that same stir repeats itself.
Just when I'm ready to succumb to the intoxicating draw, he releases me and it fades as quickly as it came.
"Alyssa, that's not my venom, or we wouldn't be standing here fully dressed right now. It's like—I don't know. It has the same signature as poison's kiss, but it lacks the strength of the venomous pull."
It takes me a second to catch my breath. The kiss was mind-blowing, but it shouldn't have left me reeling so viciously. What freaks me out a little is the fact that I tasted his blood and loved it—wanted more. Stop thinking about it.
I glance over my shoulder at the fuming werewolf who has fully redressed and is staring us down. His betas have gathered their whimpering bodies off the ground, and they go to join him, licking their wounds while still in wolf form.
