Page 58 of Burn for Her
She nearly fainted.
Maybe her legs would have given out on her if Dorian wasn’t holding her up. And how pathetic was that? Her lust was a deranged beast to want this so badly. Malachi’s gaze flicked back and locked, once again, on the mirror behind her. He continued to drink from Lucian’s vein until Lucian began listing. Then the king pulled back and licked his lips, dragging his tongue across his massive canines.
Lena groaned.
“Dorian,” Malachi purred. “Do not waste this gift.”
“No sire.”
Ohhh shiiit. Those two words rumbled out of Dorian’s mouth and straight down Lena’s spine. Heat pooled between her legs and her thighs quivered.
This was downright embarrassing.
“Take her home.” Malachi ordered. “The distractions of House business will be tended to by someone else. For now, go home and finish this, Dorian.”
Finish this? Finish what?
“They’re safer here, Malachi,” Lucian argued as he stood, licking the two puncture wounds on his arms. They sealed and disappeared immediately. “I prefer them to be here, sire.”
“They may be safer here,” the king growled back, “But no one else will be until he finishes this. The aggression and possessiveness are going to get worse for him. I’ll not risk the House. He goes home where he’s most comfortable.”
“Then I wish to go with them,” Lucian pushed. “He can’t be unchaperoned.”
“I’m standing right here,” Dorian growled.
Lucian scowled at Dorian. “You can’t be unchaperoned. We already discussed and agreed to this, or don’t you remember?”
“I remember,” Dorian said against Lena’s cheek. His breath tickled her shoulder and she’d be a liar if she said this whole thing didn’t crank her up six different ways. “Malachi’s right. We can’t risk the House and I’m clearly unstable. We’ll go home.”
“And if things escalate?” Lucian’s brow furrowed. “What then?”
There was something the two of them were saying but unwilling to spell out. Whatever it was, Lena wanted to know. She didn’t like being left clueless about something she was supposed to be part of.
“I’ll be taken care of,” Dorian finally said.
“Wait, whoa.” Lena’s brow cinched. “What are you two saying?”
“Nothing,” Dorian and Lucian told her at the same time.
Nothing her ass. If Lena was supposed to stick with this guy, and he was too unsafe for a bunch of big, grown ass men to be around, what did that say about her safety with him? On that note, why on earth was she eagerly entertaining any of this?
You know why, Lena thought to herself.
“The House needs it’s Reaper.” Malachi eased back in his chair, his gaze remaining fixed on his reflection. “We depend on you. Clean yourself up and finish this.”
The three of them were dismissed that fast. Lena still had a ton of questions. But with Dorian in need of help, and Lucian now looking like he was going to puke, she had no choice but to roll with the punches for now and save her questions for later.
They left the room, staggered down the steps, and headed outside. Lena remained strangely calm. Some things were explainable with special effect tricks—like fake fangs and red-dyed corn syrup in a wine glass. Other things, however, were inexplicable yet completely undeniable.
What she saw upstairs between Lucian and Malachi was no act. What she experienced when Malachi made it so she couldn’t budge wasn’t a drug-induced hallucination. The way her body responded to Dorian’s voice, touch, and smell wasn’t role play. Not even the promise of threats and attacks phased her. In fact, she secretly felt protective of Dorian and almost wished someone would try to attack just so she could burn a little energy and kick their ass.
For the first time in her entire life, Lena wasn’t out of her element—she was smack dab in the middle of it. The fact that it was amidst violence and danger didn’t shock her at all.
Lena belonged here.
Chapter 20
Dorian’s raging headache made it impossible to open his eyes, but if he kept them closed, he grew nauseous, so he was pulling a one-eyed willy as Lucian and Lena practically dragged him inside his house. “I’m so sorry.”