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harm in giving the other men a treat. They enjoy the highs from the blood-bites.” Ciara bore a smug expression while stirring a pitcher of cocktails. “Reece doesn’t mind sharing me…unlike other men.”
    Sage shot Reece a fiery look, who shrugged with a relaxed smile.
    “She’s right, Sage,” he said. “As long as Ciara keeps me fed, I’ve no objections to her sharing with the other island males. You know as well as anyone that unless one of you takes the plunge and joins us as blood-dragons, no more men can convert. If we don’t get more males we can’t get more female blood-dragons, you know how it works…” He paused to take a hit off a fresh stick. “Until then, as the only females with a direct blood link, your blood gives the best highs. Wouldn’t hurt you to let down a bit and share the wealth.”
    “I’m selective in who gets a taste of me.” Sage threw back a shot of rum with an unyielding expression on her face. “I may not be able to control Blade’s lusty appetite for variety, but I sure as hell can decide who sinks their teeth into my skin. I share him with other women…that’s fair enough.”
    “Well,” Ciara said with a haughty flip of her hair, “at least the island men don’t refer to me as an uptight bitch. I like being popular.”
    Angel sat quietly—taking it all in and Savaant received her thoughts. Her growing animosity toward Ciara concerned him.
    Blade was shrewdly putting her on the spot again with his idea to play their old game. Only this time his efforts had sunk to a more sinister level. His motives became clear. By suggesting they play this game, he hoped to win a chance to bite her neck for that stolen taste of power spoken of. And for some reason he and Ciara seemed to be working the same angle.
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    A chill crept up her spine upon knowing Blade’s obsession with control and his determination to steal her from Savaant. Instinctively she nestled closer to her man. Since his first bite her telepathic powers had increased on a daily basis. Receiving Blade’s inner thoughts startled her as did the depth of his malevolence. She did her best to hide her dismay and wondered how to tell Savaant what his own band mate had in mind.
    Despite the fact that she didn’t know the intricate details of their twisted sport, Angel gathered it resembled a drinking game only with neck biting as the prize. Ciara clearly had interest in Savaant and wanted his bite. Perhaps Blade is using her as a tool in his attempt to steal a taste of my blood and, moreover, Savaant’s supreme power. Maybe they are even working together to take him from me.
    “So…what do ya say, Angel baby? Feeling adventurous tonight?” Blade stared at her with glimmering eyes. His icy green stare felt invasive and unsettling.
    She needed to come up with a reason not to play and fast without looking like a snob. Blade suspects I am clinging to the clothes. I need to throw him off course. Angel didn’t need to keep them on her body for protection as long as she was with Savaant and they kept a close eye on the garments.
    He suspects the clothes. She willed her thoughts to Savaant.
    Savaant gently squeezed her waist with one arm. I thought so. We can’t play this game. It’s a trick. He’s done a bloody good job of putting us on the spot.
    “You know what, Blade?” Angel countered his wicked grin with a modest smile. “You’re right. It is very hot in here. Perhaps Sage does have something cooler I can slip into.”
    She caught Blade’s look, read his thoughts. A mix of perplexity and disappointment shadowed the hard lines of his face as he realized she would find a tactful manner of escaping his attempted trap by slipping away with Sage. His eyes darted toward Ciara.
    Sage stood up. “C’mon, Angel, I’m sure something of mine will fit. I wasn’t always this skinny. Not that you’re overweight or anything. I wish I had your curves.” She gave her a sheepish grin.
    She glanced at Savaant who