through the ensuing chaos, avoiding collisions with the Invictus pairs running in their direction.
Eventually, he made his way to the far eastern side of the camp, stunned that he was completely invisible to the Invictus.
He breathed easier once he was at least a hundred feet away from the chaotic search going on near the tent he’d so recently occupied.
When he’d moved a good distance beyond the last row of empty tents, Olivia telepathically told him to stop, that they’d reached the spelled wall.
Where is it? he asked. All I see is a rocky landscape that goes on for miles in the direction of the Arundel Mountains.
Stretch out your right hand, but not too hard. It will feel like a wall.
He did as she suggested so that the next moment he was touching the spell. This is like stone. If I’d been running, I would have crashed into it.
Exactly.
But Margetta’s spell set his nerves to crawling. The ancient fae had so much power.
How do you want to do this? he asked.
You’ll need to levitate, which means you’ll have to hold me in your arms if you want to remain cloaked. But that’s up to you. I know you could fly out of here quickly enough, maybe even without setting up an alarm and having the entire camp after you in the air. And I’m sure I can bound out of the camp. It’s your call.
He didn’t have to think twice. We go together.
Then I’ll change to my shifter form because I’ll be easier for you to hold than if I remain in my wolf form. Agreed?
Sounds like a solid plan. Go ahead and shift.
Over the course of his life, Zane had seen thousands of shifts, but for some reason this one cast a spell over him.
What emerged out of silvery fur was a tall woman, with flowing blond hair and large green eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes. She wore jeans and a low cut, light blue t-shirt so that not only was her cleavage on display, but a companion silver ruff of fur as well, which set off the swell of her breasts.
The compulsion to touch her returned. Her fur was a draw like nothing he’d ever experienced before.
Her waist narrowed as full hips blossomed, and for a moment all he wanted to do was plant his hands on her ass and pull her against him. A strange sensation began to swirl through him, of a lust and need so profound that once more his lungs wouldn’t work properly.
She then bared her teeth in the way of a shifter who was also in need.
A scent came to him of an edgy cinnamon spice, and the more he smelled it, the more he wanted this woman, needed her.
He dipped his face so that he could sniff her neck. Sweet Goddess, her blood smelled of the same spice. He slid an arm around her waist and began licking her throat.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he needed to leave Margetta’s camp, but he was completely captivated by the scent of the woman’s blood.
Yes, Zane, please, take what you need. Take your fill. It will heal you. And my cloak will keep us safe while you drink.
Before he knew what he was doing, he bit her with his fangs and began to suck down her blood.
Fire.
Sex.
Hope.
Need.
More fire.
And he was hard as a rock and only a few seconds had passed.
He wanted this woman under him.
Take us out of here while you drink, she pathed to his mind . I’ll guide you.
He slid an arm around her bottom and pinned her against him. With one hand, she cupped the back of his neck to keep his mouth fixed to her throat. Needing to avoid the wounds on his back, she used her free hand to take hold of his arm, gripping him tight.
He began to levitate straight up while he suckled at her vein.
Keep going, Mastyr. You’re doing fine. Oh, God, I love that you’re drinking from me. I knew I wanted this, but I didn’t think it would feel so incredible.
Your blood is firing me up, Olivia. By all the Elf Lords, I’ve never tasted anything like this. Holy fucking shit.
CHAPTER TWO
Olivia smiled blissfully as Mastyr Zane suckled at her throat and drank her down. What she didn’t