Page 47 of Accidental Blood Lust
“No,” I plead. “I want you here too.”
Roman and Jareth exchange a heartbreaking glance and my heart drops.
What the actual fuck is going on?
ROMAN
This is goingfrom bad to worse and I don’t know how to fix any of it, but I decide to start with Jareth. Rising to my feet, I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around him. He resists, struggling against me, but he’s no match for my strength. I nuzzle his hair, shushing him until he relaxes.
“Stay,” I whisper. “Loch needs you and… fuck, Jare, so do I.”
My eyes flit to Loch, who’s watching us with wide eyes, but slowly, a pretty smile paints his lips. Oddly, my wolf seems happy, curled up and satisfied even though I’m not holding my mate. Did I get it wrong somehow?
“I’ll stay,” Jareth mutters. “For a little while.”
“Thank you.” I kiss the side of his head, and my wolf makes a soft purring noise that gets Jareth’s attention too. I shrug off the question in his eyes. I have no idea how to explain it.
“I’m hungry,” Loch whines. “Why am I hungry? I thought the big meal I had would last a while.”
“It was fae blood.” Jareth extricates himself from my arms. “It doesn’t have the same effect as mortal blood, or even other supes’. That’s why it’s not recommended to feed from one of them.”
Lochlan looks sheepish as he stares down at his hands. “I thought they could help. He approached me and offered me what I was asking for.”
“Except they lie,” I add. “They’re the trickers of the supernatural world. You can never, ever trust a fae.”
Lochlan shakes his head as he scrubs a hand over his face. “He was so nice. He took me to his place and he gave me food and then he?—”
“Did you eat it?” Jareth and I ask at the same time.
“Yes. Is that bad?”
“Fuck,” Jareth says.
My wolf wakes up, now on alert. “What happened after that?”
“Um… he offered me pastries and a drink. Then he dropped the bomb on me that I was now his permanent guest because I accepted his hospitality.”
Jareth scrunches his face up, looking very worried.
“I panicked. I told him I heard fae blood was sweet and that worked. He offered his neck and I indulged.”
“And then?” I ask.
A look of rage mixed with satisfaction washes over his features, and his fangs drop. “I tore him apart.”
Jare’s eyes go wide. “You killed him?”
Loch nods happily. “Yes. He underestimated me, but I showed him.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Oh fuck.”
“What? Was that bad?”
There’s a loud knock on the door and Jareth walks over to answer it. When he does, Rune pours in, with Atlas, Cassius, Mac, and Drax behind him. Rune’s tattoos are lit up and pulsing.
“What’s happening?” I ask.
“Lochlan killed a fae mafia prince,” Rune says.
