Chapter 27

 

“What in the name of all that’s holy is going on?”

Opening my eyes, I looked over to see a very angry looking Chase filling the door. He looked from Rafael to Troy and then zeroed in on me sagging in his twin’s arms. With loud steps, he moved toward us.

“I pass Quint sitting in the damn hall, crying—crying and holding his hands over his face. Then I come in here… Raf, you have fucking blood all over your mouth and I don’t need to ask what the hell you’re working on brother King.” With a gentle grasp, he pulled me free from Troy’s hold and cradled me into his arms. “Wipe the blood off your face, Troy.”

Tipping my chin up as he walked to the bed, he shook his head. I stared into his yellow eyes.

“And you look like a kitten high on catnip, Miss fierce huntress.”

I giggled, yes actually giggled and dropped my head down onto his chest. His big hand nestled it against his warmth. I felt when he sat on the bed, keeping me in his lap and only then did I peek from under my lashes at the other two men.

Rafael stood there with blood smeared across his face, his eyes were glowing and he was panting like he’d run a race. Troy was worse. Even with a fuzzy head and foggy vision I could see him shaking, his eyes still shining a hot red.

Chase sighed. “Would one of you care to get some juice or refreshment for our Huntress Queen before she passes out?” He sounded more exasperated then angry now.

Troy jolted and then briskly walked from the room.

“Raf, please go pick up Quinton off the hallway floor and get him to his room.”

Rafael nodded and bolted out the door.

Bright yellow eyes roamed over my face slowly. “And you, silly kitten, I don’t know what you did to my brothers but I’m jealous as fuck and just a little hurt.”

Reaching up, I touched his cheek softly. “Sorry.” I didn’t know what I was sorry for, but it seemed to be the most appropriate thing to say.

He smiled, so I traced his mouth. “That’s all I get? Not even a little taste then?”

His tone was teasing, but I wasn’t sure if he was. Dropping my hand, I turned my head so my neck was open to him.

Chase chuckled and leaned down to place a soft kiss over the tender spot on my neck. “I almost wish I could that way sweetling, but that’s not how it works for me.” He whispered against my throat.

Lifting his lips away, he smiled down at me. “As stoned as you are, I’d probably pass out if I even touched your emotions.” His yellow eyes caressed my face. “You could be mine, Huntress Queen. I hope I am your choice,” he whispered so softly I wasn’t sure if he’d said it at all.

I had no idea what he was talking about but the tone he used was so soft compared to the usual sarcasm tone, I smiled at him.

“I should be shot for even thinking this, but it may be a rare moment to have you alone.” His face was close enough to my own now that I could feel his breath against my lips. “If I can’t appease one taste, may I another?”

I grinned at him again and tugged gently on his goatee.

His mouth brushed against mine and my head that was already spinning felt like it was floating. Through the fog I knew I shouldn’t kiss him like this, but a small part of me didn’t care.

Shifting me in his arms, he grasped the back of my head and deepened the kiss for several heartbeats. I clung to him like a starving woman, not feeling the least bit ashamed for my actions. I had never been one to play timid when I wanted something and I wanted this man with the yellow eyes to kiss me senseless. As it turned out it wasn’t hard for him to do at all.

Breaking the kiss slowly, lingering over my mouth he licked my lower lip and then lifted his head. “Are you going to stand in the doorway all night, Leone, or are you going to bring Daxx her drink?”

Turning, I looked over to see Leone standing in the doorway blushing and holding a tray.

Chase stood up and set me down on the bed against the pillows. His eyes had returned to hazel when he smiled down at me. “You may be the ruin of both thrones, kitten, at the rate you’re disarming the eight of us.”

I watched his mouth smirk at me. “I haven’t done anything.”

He sighed loudly and sat down. “I don’t think you need to.”

Leone hadn’t said a word, he set the tray beside the bed and then stood there looking down at the floor. I watched Chase look at him out of the corner of his eye. “How did you get elected to bring the juice?”

Leone cleared his throat, his eyes darting to me like I was going to jump on him and then back to the floor. “I passed Raf and Troy helping Quinton to his room.”

“Is he alright?” I tried to shift upright in the bed, but the room spun.

“He’s in shock mostly.”

“Shock?” Would anything ever make sense again?

Chase chuckled. “You didn’t realize he hasn’t tasted essence again since, well almost a hundred years?”

My mouth dropped. “No. Yes. He said he didn’t, but I thought it might help him.”

Leone snorted. “I don’t know if it helped, but you took out three of my brothers in one swing, so if it’s all the same, please keep whatever you have as far from me as possible.” With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

I gave Chase a shocked look. “What did I do?”

Chase laughed. “You managed to scare the hell out of our fierce enforcer.” Grabbing my face, he kissed me hard on the mouth. “You amaze me.”

“Daxx!” Quinton stumbled into the room.