Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Blaine
My magic knocks her out, and I keep her encased in it as I gently pull out of her.
Xavier moves around the bed, and I growl at him, and he puts his hands up.
I knew if he takes her, my magic will slip from her, and I like the change in her scent as it wraps around her.
Latham sighs before looking at both us, and I know he is mad about earlier.
I don’t know what came over us; we never usually became territorial or fought over Latham, but Bella brought out a different side of us.
“Are you both alright, or do I need to knock some sense into both of you?” he asks, looking between us.
“We are fine. It was just different,” Xavier answers, and I nod in agreement.
“Yes, because she is human. She isn’t tainted like I am. You want to feed on her, you want to claim her, but I won’t allow either of you to if you don’t remain in control next time,” Latham warns, and I drop my gaze.
I have never felt so out of control before.
“I won’t allow you to hurt her,” he says before reaching down and scooping her up, my magic slipping away instantly.
She begins to stir in Latham’s arms before I feel his magnificent power wash over her, making her moan softly and roll into him while in his arms.
The sound causes my dick to twitch. Latham’s power is the darkest I have ever tasted, nothing compared to the power that runs through his veins and that taints his soul. He is evil incarnate; it’s to be expected. He is a prince of demons and the rightful ruler of darkness.
He can easily kill her just by looking at her too hard, and once his control is lost, he is unstoppable.
I know that is why he agreed to share her; he doesn’t trust himself.
Knowing that made me fear for her. If he feared feeding on her, would he be able to control that desire to kill her when it came time to mark her?
“Run the shower, Blaine. Stop pissing me off with your thoughts,” he says, his voice more of a growl.
I move off the bed and walk to the bathroom, turning the shower on before tugging the waistband of Latham’s pants down as he steps in behind me, letting them fall to the floor so he can step out of them.
Latham steps into the shower before looking at me expectantly when Xavier walks in.
“You hop in with them,” I tell him, feeling guilty for fighting with him, but he shakes his head, nodding for me to step in with them.
I sigh but move into the shower with them and grab the soap.
“Think you can keep her asleep and standing?” I ask Latham.
He raises an eyebrow at my question, and I chuckle.
Of course he could; he could make her do star jumps while asleep if he really wanted to.
I watch his eyes bleed black, his magic washing over her, and I feel the cold soft caress of it, letting it calm me and feed off it.
“You can. Both of you can,” Latham tells us, feeling our undying hunger to consume his power as he sets her on her feet.
I feel the rush of it as it bleeds into me. I blink, trying to focus on the task at hand, but it is difficult, especially when Latham is letting us feed off him. His power makes me feel drunk, high, and invincible.
Bella stands with her head falling forward, completely asleep.
I decide then I hate seeing her like this; she seems vulnerable, and I understand Latham’s need for us not to use our power on her unless needed.
It feels wrong leaving her exposed to us like this and completely unaware.
The hunger to feed off her is magnified by her vulnerable state.
Latham steps closer, and she reacts to his power as he pulls her toward him, so her head is leaning against his chest.
Kneeling next to her, I run the soap up her legs to the apex between her thighs, washing her and resisting the urge to run my tongue through her folds. A shiver rushes over me, and I glance up at Latham.
“Not while she is asleep,” he says, looking at me.
“I wasn’t.”
“You wanted to,” he cuts me off, and I nod in agreement.
Xavier moans, and Latham chuckles, making me look over at him. He is reveling in Latham’s power, a silly grin on his face, and his eyelids drooped. He looks stoned, and my lips tug at the corners.
“So easily influenced,” Latham mutters.
“We both are,” I tell him as I continue to wash every inch of Bella, careful not to let my fingers linger too long, knowing Latham would break my hands if I get carried away while she is passed out.
“Why didn't you join us? I thought you wanted to mark her for us?” I ask Latham.
“I was too scared. Her emotions were too heightened,” he answers.
My hands stop at her breasts; she has gorgeous pink button nipples I want to bite down on. Latham clears his throat before holding his hand out for the soap.
“Wash her hair and no biting,” he scolds, listening to my thoughts.
I pass him the soap, letting him continue to clean her while I wash her hair. My dick is already erect again. Touching her is making my balls ache, and Latham groans.
“Sorry,” I mutter, but he shakes his head.
“I am fine, but I need to hop out,” he says, his magic slipping away from us except for Bella, as he scoops her up.