Kissed by a Dark Prince(27)

He wanted to slice into this male like that, rending his flesh, spilling his blood.

Loren’s fangs emerged and he felt his ears shift, the points extending beneath his helmet. He fought the change, aware that if he allowed it to continue his eyes would change next, switching from a normal shade of blue to a colour no other fae or demon had.

He felt Bleu’s gaze on him and then his second in command moved towards the doors, no doubt to see what had disturbed him. The doctor glanced towards Bleu and left. Bleu looked over his shoulder at Loren, his green gaze dark again, speaking volumes about his dislike of this place, the people here, and Loren’s predicament.

“Loren?” Olivia’s soft voice coaxed his eyes away from Bleu and the door, drawing his attention back to her. The world faded away again, a sense of calm washing over him, startling in its intensity. He was falling deeper into the bond already, when he was meant to be clawing his way out of it. He was coming to rely on Olivia’s voice, scent and presence to soothe him.

She smiled and his heart thudded.

“Can I draw some blood?” She held up a needle attached to some sort of cup and a glass vial that looked as though it might fit into it.

Loren nodded and focused, mentally commanding his armour to recede. Olivia gasped as it raced down his head and his neck, the helmet and scales disappearing, and cleared his chest and back, and then his arms. He halted it there, keeping it in place from his stomach downwards. It was hard to hold it like this, but he wanted it partially out so it would be quicker to come if he needed it. Besides, elves wore nothing beneath their armour.

“How does it do that?” Olivia absently touched the black scales across his stomach. He sucked down a sharp breath when her fingers accidentally brushed his skin too, sending a wave of sparks skittering across his flesh and causing his markings to flash.

Bleu drew his sword. Olivia yanked her hand back, turning fearful eyes on his friend. Loren held his hand up to stop him and turned back to her.

“I issue a mental command and it obeys,” Loren said and she looked even more curious. He focused to materialise his trousers from his wardrobe onto his body, covering his legs beneath the armour. Everything an elf owned became connected to them, giving them the ability to call it to them via the teleportation side of their psychic gifts, no matter how great the distance between them and that possession. He stood. “I will show you.”

He issued the command and the remaining scales of his armour shifted, swiftly rising up his body and down his arms, disappearing into the black and silver bands of metal around his wrists.

“Fascinating.” Olivia stared at them and he held his hands out, allowing her to inspect the bands. The brush of her fingertips across his flesh was too much, stirring his body, and he withdrew from her touch.

Loren used another mental command to bring his armour out again, so it covered him from the waist down, and took his seat.

“It’s incredible.” She looked from him to Bleu. “Yours is the same?”

Bleu shifted uncomfortably. Loren tossed him a look designed to warn him to answer whenever Olivia spoke to him. The last thing Loren needed was Bleu treating Olivia in the same manner as the other humans. Loren could allow Bleu’s behaviour where they were concerned, but he wouldn’t tolerate it towards Olivia. Bleu nodded.

Olivia took a strip of rubber from the table and wrapped it around Loren’s right upper arm. The feel of her hands on him was pleasurable until she tied the material and tugged it tight. He raised an eyebrow at the sensation of numbness that crept upwards from his fingertips. She tapped the inside of his elbow and then eased the needle into his vein and slotted the glass vial into place. Loren jerked in response to the feel of his blood flowing from him and filling the vial.

Strange.

It was almost pleasurable.

He had never allowed another to take blood from him, but all elves knew that it was an intense experience, one that could be used to heighten sex, bringing it close to a level of pleasure enjoyed by bonded mates.

His head turned hazy. His gaze drifted to Olivia. It slowly dropped to her lips. Soft. Rosy. Begging for a kiss. He wanted to kiss them.

He wanted to taste her.

Someone moved on his senses and they focused on the intruder. Bleu. The feel of his eyes on him, studying him, brought Loren out of the haze of lust and his desire to kiss Olivia.

Olivia was staring at him too. More specifically, she stared at the vial, her eyebrows pinned high on her forehead.

“Is something wrong?” Loren said and she shook her head, her eyes shooting wide as she quickly lifted them away from the vial and her cheeks flushing with colour.

She glanced away. “I was just thinking your blood is red like mine... which is stupid because you were covered in it when I met you. I was wondering what else is the same.”