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  ‘He’ll get over it,’ Tristan’s melodic chuckles rippled through my mind as I moaned, my body adjusting to take Nate.

  “You look so good like that, bent over and taking it,” Tristan cooed as he cupped my face. “I can’t wait to screw you myself.”

  I gasped as Nate pulled back, before thrusting in deep and hard, making the whole Jeep move.

  Tristan gave me a pleased smile, those brown eyes dilated and full of his own hunger. But he was waiting his turn as Nate pounded into me.

  I gasped and arched upwards, Nate’s length stroking me perfectly on this angle.

  Fuck, it felt amazing.

  A good screw after a hunt was always needed.

  The added scent of fresh blood that had splattered on our clothes only fueled me more, and I growled softly as I felt my kitsune springing to life.

  Guess I was really amped up.

  My aura flared around me, and Nate cursed as he continued slamming into me.

  ‘Getting antsy, are we?’ Tristan mused as he leaned forward to play with my nipple.

  I growled softly at him in response, and he pulled back.

  I wanted to get annoyed at him for removing his touch, but then I saw him pull out an all too familiar wispy dagger.

  ‘I carry one all the time now, never know when you might get kinky,’ he chuckled mentally.

  I gasped as the pressure built up inside me, and I bit my lip as Nate continued thrusting into me, my hands flat on the hood as it moved with each powerful movement.

  “Let’s push you over that edge, shall we?” Tristan said suggestively, and I gasped as he stepped closer, trailing the blade over my chest carefully as Nate rocked into me.

  I sucked in a mouthful of air as the blade sliced above my nipple, the brief pain entwining with the pleasure from Nate.

  Jesus Christ.

  I was so close.

  Tristan leaned forward, drawing the blade across my collarbone before dipping down to the other nipple.

  “Such a pretty little fox, all hot and horny,” he chuckled.

  “Finish for me, Sav,” Nate groaned as he clutched my hips and slammed into me.

  I staggered against the Jeep, gasping as the bliss swirled inside me, teetering on the edge of my orgasmic oblivion.

  Tristan smirked as I gazed at him through hooded eyes, my body bouncing with the movements as I moaned and gasped.

  He sliced down my other breast, and I whimpered as the pain slithered through me.

  One last powerful thrust from Nate had me toppling off the edge, and Tristan claimed my mouth, silencing the orgasmic cry I was going to release as a blinding pink and white energy shrouded my vision. My body convulsed as the blissful waves burned through me, and Nate swore as he joined me in the pleasure.

  Our kitsunes joined, the power pulsing through me, filling me with an energy that I craved. One where our very beings were joined as one.

  We found ourselves in our white expanse once more, wrapped up in one another’s arms.

  “Damn, you’re amazing,” Nate breathed as he nuzzled my neck.

  “Right back at you,” I breathed, loving this blissful high we were riding in our minds.

  I’d asked my father about this occurrence, and he’d answered saying that kitsunes, when mated and joined in climax, could link their minds and enjoy a peaceful haven. Not even our other mates could enter or hear us in here.

  Hours spent in the white void would only equate to minutes in the real world too.

  Something I’d found incredibly interesting.

  We tried sex in there, and it had been beyond anything I’d ever felt before. Something utterly mind-melting.

  “Is that what you want?” he murmured as he kissed my neck softly, the sweet affection making me smile softly.

  “Tristan still wants his turn, remember,” I chuckled softly. Besides, after having an orgasm in here, I was spent for a while, which was odd for me.

  “Right,” he smirked before giving me a soft kiss. “Guess we’d better let him.”

  I left the expanse, finding myself slumped against the hood of the Jeep as I drew in deep breaths of the cool night air.

  “You two head off to your little world again?” Tristan mused as he leaned on the hood to stare at me.

  “Just for a moment,” I breathed.

  He just smirked at me as Nate pulled out, and I felt his load ooze out of me.

  “Well, looks like it’s my turn, love,” Tristan winked at me.

  I arched a brow at him as heat burned through me at the look in his eyes.

  “Don’t move, I want you the same way,” he growled softly as he rounded the hood to stand behind me.

  I trembled at how he was being so dominant, but I couldn’t help but love it.

  I remained on the hood, not caring that I was completely bare for him, save for my boots, tights and panties at my ankles.

  He ran the demon blade down my back, and Nate took his position on the hood, watching as Tristan gently stroked me with the blade.

  I sucked in a mouthful of air as it danced along my spine, and then Tristan’s soft lips kissed my shoulder, followed by a slice of pain in my back.

  I gasped, following it with a moan as he slid inside my slick walls. When had he even taken his pants off?

  He littered my neck and shoulder with kisses as the blade left soft cuts of pain along my back.

  With each hiss, he followed it with a soft touch and thrust, making me moan.

  He kept up this painful yet pleasurable dance, bringing me closer and closer to proper bliss.

  Nate just watched, playing with my hair as I moaned and hissed.

  I did love Tristan’s deadly way of playing with me, and the guys had accepted it, even if it wasn’t their style.

  He thrust into me, the blade digging into my back as I cried out before moaning.

  Fuck, the blend of pain and pleasure was sending all sorts of tingles and sensations through me.

  I bucked against him as he began to quicken his pace, the blade leaving smaller pain slivers that combined with my joy.

  I gasped and moaned as he pounded into me, and then he was raising me up, his hands under my chest, fondling my breasts.

  The blade dragged over them, slicing my nipples, causing me to buck and spasm in his grip as he continued screwing me.

  ‘Let me in, love,’ he purred into my mind as he drew closer to his own orgasm.

  I couldn’t help it, I relinquished control to him, feeling the darkness flood my mind as I cried out, bliss tearing through me as the tendrils stroked me to my very core.

  They caressed my skin as I collapsed against the Jeep, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sweet darkness that rippled through my body, entwined with sweet bliss.

  It dragged on blissfully, sweeping me up in the grips of orgasmic darkness, until he finally withdrew from my mind.

  I rested my cheek on the cool hood of the Jeep, drawing in ragged breaths as my flushed body quivered with the aftershocks of our union.

  “Well, I’d say you’ve gotten yourself fucked quite nicely,” Tristan chuckled as he kissed my neck sweetly.

  I snorted at this, and Nate moved away for a moment.

  I heard the passenger door open, before he returned with some napkins.

  At least he was nice enough to think of the clean-up.

  Especially since I’d now had them both unload into me.

  “Thanks,” I mumbled as he offered them to me.

  “We better get to the motel, otherwise the twins and Wes will beat us. They’ll get jealous of our little fun,” Tristan said softly, and I could just picture him smirking as he pulled out of me.

  I groaned as I stood on wobbly legs, trying to clean myself thoroughly before pulling my panties and tights up.

  “Sorry,” Nate murmured as he traced a soft design on my shoulder, making me slow my motions to enjoy the gentle touch.

  “Why, for screwing me senseless?” I smirked.

  He rolled his eyes, but I
quickly delved into his mind and scowled.

  I turned my gaze through the windshield, glaring at our weretiger on the backseat, who was staring right back at me in amusement.

  Great. We’d put on a show.

  I grumbled as I quickly dressed, and Tristan just laughed.

  “I thought you didn’t mind being on display?” he teased.

  “Preferably for my own men,” I shot back.

  He just grinned at me as I headed round to the backseat.

  “Kitsunes, utterly insatiable,” Gavin snorted once I climbed in, but his nostrils flared as his eyes trailed over me.

  “Shut up, or I’ll take your tongue,” I warned as Nate and Tristan climbed back in.

  “Not my fault the rocking of the car woke me,” he muttered.

  “Sorry, when she wants sex… well, who would say no?” Tristan gave our prisoner a sly smile before starting the engine back up.

  Gavin just rolled his eyes before looking back at me.

  “You want another round with a tiger?” he smirked.

  I shot my fist out before either of the guys could round on him, punching him right in the face.

  His head ping-ponged off the window, leaving a crack in it, and I winced.

  Leon was going to be displeased about that.

  All well.

  At least Gavin was unconscious again.

  “Such a fiery little vixen,” Tristan snickered, but I could feel his pride for me.

  What could I say, I just wanted some peace and quiet for this drive.

  3

  I stared up at the mansion, a pit forming in my stomach.

  It looked completely perfect, like there hadn’t been a huge dragon fight here just weeks ago.

  The Collector’s mansion.

  “Tell me, Savage, how is life treating you?”

  I snarled as I whipped around, my claws coming out.

  I knew that voice all too well as I glared daggers at the man behind me.

  “Declan,” I growled, taking in his black suit and red tie. His blond hair was slicked back, and he was clean-shaven, like all the other times I’d seen him.

  Those familiar pastel-blue eyes made my skin crawl as he gave me a once over.

  “That’s a lot of hatred,” he noted, daring to give me an amused smirk.

  I snarled as I launched at him, reaching for my kitsune blade.

  I froze as he vanished right before me, dispersing like fog before my eyes.

  “Now, now, Savage. That’s no way to treat me,” he clucked, his wretched voice dancing all around me as I swiveled my head to find him.

  “Get fucked, you monster!” I snapped. “I’ll kill you.”

  “You already did, sweetie. Remember? You shoved the wretched blade into my chest!”

  I gasped as the air rushed out of me, Declan now standing right before me, his eyes flashing furiously.

  His hands locked onto my shoulders like vices, and I stared in shock.

  I couldn’t move, it was like I was frozen solid right before him.

  Magic.

  It had to be.

  “You killed me, you despicable woman. You could’ve had everything as my bodyguard. A lavish life of luxury, everything you ever wanted. I gave you that chance,” he snarled, his aura lighting up like fireworks around him. The purple galaxy around him was speckled with gold, and all I could do was gulp, my throat dry and tight.

  Hell, even a tinge of fear was creeping through me.

  Fuck.

  How was he here? I’d killed him!

  “I’m coming for you, my little kitsune. You will die by my hands,” he growled, his mouth curving upwards into a feral smile.

  I shuddered as terror swept through me.

  Why was I feeling like this? I was never this scared. Even when I’d fought the children in his mansion.

  This, this deep fear that made my very core shudder, was something I’d not felt before.

  Could he kill me?

  He laughed, a terrifying, maniacal sound as the mansion faded away, and his fingers dug into my shoulders.

  “I will kill you, Savage.”

  I shot up in bed, the scream catching in my throat as I frantically looked around the room.

  “What’s wrong?” Damien asked, already perched on the edge of my bed, worry etched across his face.

  I shook my head, still trying to wrap my head around the nightmare.

  Yes, that’s what it was. A nightmare.

  It had to be.

  So why did I have this horrid pit in my stomach?

  “You okay?” Nate asked as he kissed my neck softly. He crashed in my bed with me, while there were two other single beds, and a whole other room for the others.

  I could feel the worry seeping into my mind from them. They’d all jumped into action when they’d felt my fear through our bond.

  I gazed around at my men, all having come into the one motel room through the adjoining door in the wall. My guess was that Gavin was locked up in their bathroom next door.

  “Just a bad dream,” I murmured as I rubbed my face.

  “Seemed like more than a bad dream,” Leon murmured as his eyes trailed over me. They stopped on my shoulder, and he crossed the room with his brow furrowed.

  “What?” I asked as he inspected my shoulder.

  “You didn’t have these marks when I came and saw you before,” he growled softly as his fingers gently traced marks on my shoulder.

  I glanced down, my stomach knotting at the sight of the bruises. They looked like someone had grabbed me, hard.

  “Please tell me you did that, Nate,” I murmured, fighting off the worry that wanted to overcome me.

  “Nope, I’ve been awake this whole time, he hasn’t done anything,” Tristan stated with a frown.

  Fuck.

  “What happened?” Damien growled softly, and the underlying worry of his tone made me soften.

  Fine.

  I filled them in on the weird nightmare, which had all my mates concerned, even Wes, who was enjoying a chocolate bar from the fridge.

  “What’s it mean?” Wes asked out loud as he glanced around at the others.

  I was just as lost on what it all meant.

  “No idea, but I doubt it’s anything good,” Damien grumbled as he ran a weary hand through his hair before giving me a soft, reassuring smile.

  “You killed him,” Tristan stated, and I just stared at him.

  What if I hadn’t?

  That thought had everyone glancing around in uneasy silence.

  “We need to tell Mr Oxley. Maybe he’ll know what it means,” Tristan said as he pulled out his phone.

  “It’s one in the morning, don’t call him,” Wesley groaned, but Tristan ignored him.

  “He needs to know. It could be something important,” Tristan muttered.

  He dialed, and we all waited in tense silence as it rang.

  Tristan sighed and left a message to call back as soon as possible when it went to voicemail.

  “Why don’t we ask the weretiger?” Wesley suggested.

  “Why?” I gave him a dumbfounded look.

  “Well, he was warded against demon-born possession. And those who knew the Collector or were there would know all about that,” Wes shrugged.

  “It’s worth a shot, just remove his warding and get inside his head,” Leon agreed.

  Tristan nodded as he slipped his phone into his pocket.

  “Won’t hurt to see if he knows anything I guess,” he murmured as he gazed softly at me.

  ‘Hopefully it was just a dream,’ he said mentally.

  ‘Wouldn’t explain the bruises,’ I shot back, and he sighed.

  I knew he just wanted to hope it was something else, because if not…well…

  An uneasiness washed over me as I flicked my gaze around my mates.

  We all knew that it could mean something really bad.

  That the Collector wasn’t actually dead.

  And the thought unnerved me to no end.


  4

  Tristan.

  I marched into Leon and Damien’s room, finding Gavin tied up and gagged in their bathroom.

  We’d booked the motel in advance and gotten the rooms set up before going after him, but it still surprised me how easily we’d lugged him in here without anyone noticing. We’d pretended he was our drunk friend, but it hadn’t mattered, no one had seen us.

  He hadn’t awoken from Sav’s deadly punch until Leon, Damien, and Wes, had returned.

  And I’d already gagged him by then.

  I smiled softly as I recalled Leon’s displeasure when he’d seen the back window with the crack in it. But when I showed him what had happened, he’d rolled his eyes, inwardly amused with Sav.

  “So, did you know The Collector? Is that why the Council wants you?” I asked as I stood before Gavin.

  He just arched an eyebrow at me, his nose still healing from Sav’s mighty punch.

  “Better answer with a nod or shake, or you’ll regret it,” Damien growled over my shoulder.

  Gavin just cocked his head at me, clearly amused with us.

  I could see that he had no intention of answering us.

  Guess we did this the fun way then.

  “We’ll just have to find out how you’re warded,” I sighed as I stepped closer.

  Gavin narrowed his eyes as I searched his clothing and body for any jewelry or charms.

  Nothing but a phone and some bills.

  Great.

  “Check for tattoos, they do that these days too now,” Damien suggested, and the way Gavin’s breathing faltered for a second informed me we were on the right track.

  I pulled out my demon blade, not the one I’d used on Sav, but my deadly one.

  I used it to cut his shirt off around the ropes. I couldn’t be bothered untying the bastard, he could just lose his shirt.

  Three tattoos greeted me, a tribal wolf on his shoulder, a tribal design on his back, and a symbol on the back of his shoulder.

  Well, I had a feeling the odd symbol one was the way to go.

  Gavin growled through his gag, but I didn’t hesitate as I sliced through the tattoo, hearing the satisfying sizzle of flesh as my blade broke the magic in it.

  “Well, look at that,” I smirked as I moved to kneel down in front of Gavin.