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Until I open my eyes and focus on him.
Then it speeds up.
“I hear your blood as it races through your arteries,” I say quietly. “It’s like a language only I can interpret.”
“What is it telling you?”
“You’re excited.” I walk up to Lucien and place my hand directly over his heart. It thumps against my palm as though wanting me to hold it. My fingers curl in delight, the tips pressing deeper into his shirt. “You’re aroused.”
He nods. “It’s always this way when I’m around you.”
Lucien snakes his hand around my waist and brings me flush to the length of him. His hardened cock twitches against my belly, the blood within calling to me like a siren’s song. He lowers his head, and his lips brush the shell of my ear, making me shiver.
“I want you,” he murmurs. “It is the one thing that’ll never be an illusion.”
“You want me to weaponize my ability, but I can’t do that with you distracting me.” I take a step back to break our connection. And to stop myself from kissing him. “This isn’t going to work.”
A floral scent reaches me a second before Baxter’s voice does. “She’s right,” he says. He folds his arms and leans against the doorway. “You’re going to have to concentrate. Focus on Lucien and force his blood to travel to a designated location.”
Lucien grabs his cock. “Mission already accomplished.”
I press my lips together to keep from laughing and Baxter glowers at the man. “Adifferentbody part,” he says. “Perhaps his head so his brain can function properly.”
Shoving aside my amusement, I channel Lucien’s blood, becoming more in tune with its ebb and flow. The crimson rivers flood with excitement at my intrusion, rushing through his veins when I shift their direction. The change is instant but mild.
“I don’t feel anything,” Lucien says. “There’s no fire, no pain.”
With a huff of frustration, I shake my head. “I can feel you, but it’s not the same. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“You’re lacking strong emotion.” Baxter shoves from the doorway and walks over. Once he’s looming over me, he stops. “You need to get upset.”
My gaze darts between the two men. “What do you mean?”
“The first time, you used your magic against Lucien because you were scared of him,” Baxter says. “The second time, during dinner, you were angry with me. In both of those instances, you were experiencing intense emotion. You need to do that again. Now.”
I scrunch my face. “I can’t just make myself angry.”
“Very well. Then I’ll do it.” Baxter’s hand shoots out to grab my throat. He squeezes until his nails bite my skin and my breathing goes shallow. “How about now?”
My eyes widen as my senses go on alert. The sound of his life force streams through my ears, providing a map of sorts. I focus on it.
Baxter hisses. “Yes. That’s it. Fuck, it burns.”
“I never get to have any fun,” Lucien says to himself. My concentration is disrupted when the hatter comes to stand behind me and shoves his hand between my legs. “Nowit’s a party.”
My brain shorts out like an electrical socket. The fear brought on by Baxter fuses with the arousal created by Lucien to create an entirely new combination of heightened sensation. I try to relax and fail miserably.
“Baxter.” His name is a gasp, evidence of my growing panic. And anticipation.
He shakes his head at me and increases his grip, hindering my ability to speak. I grab his wrist with both hands and attempt to remove his hold. I’m unsuccessful, and that only serves to frighten me more.
Deep down, I don’t think Baxter will kill me, but…
Lucien brings his other hand to my breast and I stiffen. With me staring at Baxter, I catch the flash of lust that streaks through his gaze when the hatter rolls my nipple between his fingers. A moan builds on my tongue, and I melt into Lucien, watching Baxter all the while, my breathing so shallow it’s a wheeze.
He works his throat and swallows, his green eyes sparkling with unfulfilled wants. If I could talk, I’d ask him what he desires. Since I can’t, I’ll glean the answer from his blood.
Which is rushing toward his cock.
