not drag me anywhere.” She turned to face Sasha. Softly, she said, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stay?”
“No, you can go,” Sasha said quietly, a tear overflowing.
Ann wiped the tear away before hugging her friend. With a last look at Stefan promising intense pain, she turned back and followed Charles into the room. Jonas followed her in.
Stefan waited for the hallway to clear before he said, “I stopped with that woman because she had that smell thing you do. A scent to her arousal.” He shook his head, stepping right up to her. “Only that. I didn’t want to rough her up because she is a human female—I know that you are opposed to that. I was coming to see you. I just got back. You can ask around—news of my efforts will have been heard by now.”
Sasha held her ground, shaking and rigid. Another tear dribbled down her cheek. “What happened to you?”
He brushed the wetness from her face. “The challenges have begun. Same as with you.”
“And you cut me off, why?” she whispered, moisture catching in her long black lashes.
“Because I didn’t want you to feel my pain, or my… brutality.”
Her hands came up slowly, aiming for his chest. Wanting to touch him as badly as he did her. He leaned into her, right before a blur of a fist rocketed into his lat.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me, you jerk!” she yelled at him, punching him again. “I was worried sick!”
She shook out her fist. “Ow.”
He brought her in to his chest. “Sorry. I’m sorry—Dominicous told me how to muffle the link right before the challenges came. Well, the first might not have been a challenge, but let’s go inside. The walls have ears.”
“No, they just have unoriginal idiots who don’t know what to do with themselves now that I know how to undo their spell. Turns out, Toa is a pretty good teacher. Did you know he was head-hunted once, too? They wanted him for that Clutch. The guy isn’t as powerful as some, but he’s way better at actually handling the magic.”
Stefan swept her up into his arms and carried her back to their room. He settled her softly onto the couch and sat next to her. He pulled her body against him.
“Did she smell better than me, is that why?” Sasha asked quietly.
“No.” He ran his fingertips down her face. “She smelled like decay. Not completely, but… I don’t quite understand it. Others smell you and suck in a deep breath. Your arousal smells just as good to others as to me. So I should’ve smelled something equally as good from that female, but…”
“So you stopped to analyze.”
He smiled. “Yes.”
A relieved smile flickered across her face. She leaned her head against his chest. “This place is weird. I know I won’t lose you to it, but at the same time, it’s all your kind, and none of my kind.”
“The female in the hall was human…”
“No.” She put a hand on her chest. “ My kind. Humans with self-respect.”
“Ah.”
“The pheromones must’ve worn off on most of them by now. So why stick around? They don’t seem afraid—someone offered to be Charles’ pet. She offered to be his pet. What the hell?”
“I was offered blood as a hello. Something is off here. That female was getting something from it, though. She said I could have her for a favor. Why would the humans be in demand for sex above our own kind, though? What’s the difference?”
“She had the smell, though, you said. Maybe it’s that.”
Stefan pulled her closer. “I don’t know. The more I know of this place, the more twisted it seems.”
“Maybe Regional isn’t the best of ideas.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Sasha bent and softly touched his lips with hers. Electricity singed through their lips and swelled in the link. She deepened the kiss as her hands felt down his chest. Her hips moved against his hard bulge, a soft moan starting deep in her throat. “Take me, Stefan.”
His hands traced her chest, rubbing a hard nipple through her
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