Page 139 of His Retribution

"They said nothing of your power? What it may be or how to channel it? Were they able to answer any of your questions?"

Cora shakes her head and threads her fingers through mine. "Nothing direct. I mean, they talked about light a lot, but we already figured that so it wasn't a surprise, and they just sort of generalized everything else happening when it happens because I've accepted who I am."

I smile as she leans against me while we walk. "And they offered no explanation of your life prior to Josef and Anastasia? How they were able to conceive in such perilous times, how they stayed hidden, how they kept you safe?" Wow, I did not realize I had so many questions of my own. "Did they offer any information about why Nero cannot scent you, if in fact vampire blood was used?"

"Lovey." Cora giggles. "I promise I will tell you everything in detail once we get back home, but right now I need to do this. I'm not sure why I feel it so urgently, but I need to confront Joyce right now."

I grumble under my breath, something that causes my beautiful mate to crack up.

"Havok, I promise I will elaborate on everything later but I'm still sifting through it. The conversation itself was vague and brief but I kept getting these… I don't know, feelings? Impressions? Maybe memories even while they spoke and I need to sort through that before I can make sense of it. All I know is there is clarity through the fog and I'll get it all straightened out after I do this."

And I'm left with no argument since we've finally reached our destination.

I hold the door for my light and the second we are inside she's rushed by four very concerned males.

"Little one," Andrej grunts into her hair as he hugs her for longer than I'd like him too. No, my best friend is not exempt from my blind jealousy.

The others hug her, Milos going as far as to make eye contact with me and rub Cora's back in slow circles while making a kissy face over her shoulder before he acts as though he may pinch her ass, and they each express their great relief and immense concern that she is up for doing whatever it is she feels the need to do.

"Is this really a good idea, Cora?" Henrich asks while doing a quick exam, "You've only been awake a few hours and are still rather weak." Then he shoots me a dirty look, "At least you've fed, though had I known what the two of you were going to get up to when Havok ran out of here earlier I would have sent a chaperone."

Hives creep up my love’s neck and I grin like a motherfucker. I may keep our intimacy relatively private because it is special, sacred, between me and my love but knowing that my mark is fresh on her throat, my scent is once again strong within her body and my brothers clearly pick up on both make me proud as shit. I'm practically preening. Not to mention Henrich knows my angel fed, not only because of her mark on me, her permanent love bite that will always be on display and more noticeable after she feeds, but for another reason as well. And yeah, I fucking love wearing her mark so I'm good with that part too.

"We both needed it." Cora shrugs then giggles. "And a chaperone probably wouldn't have stopped us."

Henrich frowns. "I am aware. I fear you've scarred my Gracie."

And now my love is a mess of red blotches.

Grace happened to return with Cora's clothes just as I slammed her into the glass wall of the shower then positioned us so we could feed at the same time.

The first time we made love was slow in order to make sure my light did not experience pain, but once we established that, all bets were off.

Which is how Grace got an eye full of what exactly happens when Cora and I feed and fuck at the same time.

She thought my light was in distress, that she fell backward into the glass wall and when she could see the blood mix with water, Grace ran in.

Ran in to find me pounding into Cora's tight little cunt, her legs wrapped around my waist, my jaw locked on her throat and my wrist shoved in her mouth while she pulled one of the biggest orgasms to date from my body.

I don't doubt shifters get rough, I know they definitely bite, but what Cora and I do when we make love gets downright messy and ends up looking a bit like something from crime scene photos.

"I hadn't even cleared you to see Havok yet, let alone screw his brains out." Grace huffs as she walks in with the food Cora did not finish. "If I didn't already have so many issues with my eyes, I would have doused them in bleach after that, but I can't afford damaging the good one." Then she pauses. "It did create several questions though, questions about vampire feeding practices."

I grin and look at Henrich. "See, not scarred,curious."

"Resilient." He scowls before kissing his mate almost inappropriately in front of a crowd. "And any questions you may have can be answered in Havok's family chronicles."

Grace rolls her eyes and plants one more kiss on him. "Not from what I saw. Which will be burned into my brain far longer than I'd like."

Henrich frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Ugh." Milos groans. "Do we really need to discuss this right now? It's bad enough that each of us have walked in on them at least once since the little one’s return, do we really need to discuss the details?

Kai chuckles and Andrej's lip twitches but Henrich and I exchange a look that indicates we both would like an explanation.

Which Grace obviously picks up on.

"Cora shouldn't still be feeding from Havok, not like that anyway. According to what I've read, her need for it should have been sustained after the first few times and her fangs should have disappeared until the need to mark him arose again, but even then she wouldn't have to feed."