Chosen Fool (Forever Evermore #5)(43)

Flashing irritated eyes at King Collins, I lifted my hands, gripping Elder Farrar’s jaw lightly, and said, “Open, please.” When he opened his mouth, I tilted my head, inhaling heavily. I opened my Core, glowing white, and placed my open mouth against his. I exhaled extremely slowly, shooting my own unique blend of the protection of the stars into his very being, every nook and cranny. I had to grip his face tighter when he jolted, his hands instantly gripping my shoulders tight. I was not sure if the action was to push me away or to keep me close, probably a bit of both, as he glowed a smidgen. But when I gave all I had to give in that one breath, I released him.

He shook his head hard, actually knocking on the side of his head with his fist.

“Now, no,” I touched his arm, “with the enemy.”

He blinked in a daze but slurred, “No touching. Understood.”

Rolling my shoulders, I glanced behind him. “Next.”

Brann stepped forward, glancing at Elder Farrar. “How bad was it?”

Elder Farrar kept blinking, still glowing. He now had a bracing hand on a chair. “Oh, piece of cake.”

Brann grunted, seeing exactly what I was seeing: it appeared as if Elder Farrar was half drunk. Liquid amber came back to me, directly on my level. “Put ’em on me.”

I blinked for a moment, an actual chuckle escaping, even if a tiny one, and placed my hands on his jaw. “You asked for it.” I inhaled again, filling my lungs to their max, and glowed brightly before leaning forward, tilting my head, and placing my opened mouth on his. His hands instantly went to my hips, his fingers digging in more than slightly as his wolf growled loudly. I was suddenly slammed up against his massive body as I filled his entire being with my own unique blend. I released his jaw, tilting my head back when I was out of oxygen. His wolf was still growling, and he shook his head like a dog that had gotten wet, black curls flying about his head.

I patted his bare chest that I was smashed against. “You all right?”

More growling then a gruff, “Yeah.” His fingers slowly released my hips and he took one step to the left, dropping onto the chair Elder Farrar was still leaning on. His head fell back onto the top of the couch, and when he opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, I could see they were glowing. Barely blinking, he ran a hand over his face before it dropped slack onto his lap.

Quickly, I averted my gaze to the remaining few. “Next?”

Predictably, they all hung back this time, expressions now wary.

I raised my arms innocently. “Elder Farrar said it wasn’t that bad.”

Brann snorted, then he started chuckling like a man three sheets to the wind. “It’s actually very, very good.” He rolled a lazy finger. “During and afterward.”

Elder Farrar started snorting and practically fell over the arm of the chair, his face level with Brann’s. “Thank God, it’s not just me,” he whispered not so conspiratorially. The control he had apparently been trying to maintain cracked as he laughed his ass off, his hair hanging in his glowing face. “I’ve never felt like this before.” A snorting pause. “Not by a woman, anyway.”

My eyes shot wide at that announcement, and I sniffed in their direction.

And yep, I could definitely tell they were turned on.

Brann rumbled, sounding high, “Hush, man.” He lifted a clumsy hand, shoving at Elder Farrar’s head and knocking him back. “I don’t want to lose it.”

Elder Farrar, snorting, fell from the shove right onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling, not moving except to blink. “Fuck, this is good.”

Jaw gaping at them, I turned my attention back to the remaining three in line. I shrugged a shoulder when they stared at me pointedly. “I guess it’s really not so bad.”

Elder Zeller glanced at them, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he glared the barest bit at Elder Farrar. He stepped forward, staring down his nose at me. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I blinked up at him. “You’re going to have to bend down.”

He grunted but did as told. I went through the process with him, and his Vampire growled loudly while his fingers instantly threaded through my hair, holding my face close. But he did release me easily when I was finished. He raised slowly, and stumbled…and fell flat on his face next to Elder Farrar on the ground, not really moving either. He muttered into the carpet, “I’ll have to work on imitating that.”

A fairly unintelligible response came from Elder Farrar.

King Zeller and King Collins were both appearing very apprehensive about this, and I rolled my eyes at them. “It’s for your own good.” I blinked sluggishly. “And if you need to think of it in another light, just remember it’s not cheating. It’s magic.”

Elder Zeller rumbled from his prone position, “Very good magic.”

“Be quiet,” Brann slurred. “Who knows how long this is going to last.”

When neither of the Kings moved, I sighed heavily and stepped forward. I grabbed King Zeller’s billowy shirt, yanking him down to my height. I planted my lips on his after having to use my thumb to open his mouth. I grunted when his hands slammed onto my back during the processes, his Vampire snarling as the man damn near ripped the back of my shirt.

In the end, he instantly jerked away from me. “Fucking…hell.” And he promptly fell on his ass right there, staring like an incoherent blind man. He chuckled quietly. “Oh yeah. I can duplicate this shit.” Quieter, slightly wicked snickering. “She’ll never know what hit her.”