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Barnabas gave me a cocky smile. “Meaning me ship’s bow is designed to slice through the likes of that one.” He pointed toward the behemoth that Jakub was sailing on.
Excitement hummed through my veins, and a part of me wished that Prisha was here. She would’ve been as excited as me at the upcoming battle, because there was something about the beauty of revenge that made a fight so much sweeter.
The musky scent off Kaillen grew, and he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You’re giving off the most delicious aroma right now.”
I shifted closer to him, my wolf practically purring at the close contact. Desire pooled between my legs, and the aroused scent off my mate skyrocketed. “What scent is that?”
“Sex and violence. I have to say, it’s quite delectable.” He nipped at my ear, causing me to shiver.
“Do you two need a room before we end that prick once and for all?” Fallon asked, a slight twitch to his lips. No one would have guessed that the fairy had been puking his guts out an hour ago. He was now the picture of lethal grace as his legs dipped with each roll of the ship while he stood steady and sure.
Kaillen arched an eyebrow at Barnabas. “Does this ship have rooms?”
I whacked my mate in the stomach, which got a chuckle from him.
“I find the storeroom below to be quite useful for that sort of activity.” Barnabas gave me a wink before turning his attention back to the sea.
Kaillen’s hand drifted lower, cupping my ass as his musky scent grew. “Should we try it out?”
I gave him a look. “You can’t be serious. You’re acting like a horny teenager who’s just snuck out of his parents’ home and will take any private space he can find to bang his girlfriend.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” His expression stayed completely deadpan.
I laughed, then pulled him down for a kiss. “No, but the next time you take me, I want to scream so loudly it will echo through this realm. But I don’t particularly want to do that with your friends so close.”
Two new musky aromas wafted from the direction in which the assassins stood. I knew they’d overheard me, which made a flush stain my cheeks.
A low growl rumbled from Kaillen as his eyes narrowed in his friends’ direction.
Fallon held up his hands in surrender. “You know I mean no disrespect, but when a woman talks like that, it’s hard not to . . .” He shrugged helplessly toward the growing bulge in his pants.
“Are you sure you’re not interested in a three-way?” Barnabas asked me with a cocked eyebrow.
Kaillen let out a terrifying growl and lunged for him.
The vampire side-stepped out of the way at the last second, but then hurried around to the opposite side of the ship when Kaillen swiped out to grab his throat. “Only kidding. You can’t blame me for trying to rile you when it’s so easy to now.”
A new aroma wafted up from Kaillen. It wasn’t one I’d detected before. It smelled of jasmine and night, and my wolf took notice.
The hunter drifted back to my side once his friends’ attention had wisely returned to Jakub’s ship which was now less than a quarter of a mile away. He locked an arm around my waist, hauling me closer, then dipped down and inhaled my scent.
Goosebumps tingled down my spine as I arched to give him better access to the sensitive area beneath my ear. “Can I ask what emotion smells like jasmine and night?”
A low rumbling snarl vibrated in Kaillen’s chest. “It’s a scent unique to male werewolves even though other species can also feel that particular emotion.”
“And what emotion is it?” A small gasp left me when his lips pressed against my skin. I curled a hand around the nape of his neck and was seriously contemplating the storeroom in the hull of Barnabas’s ship even though a part of me was mortified that I was mentally going there.
“It’s when a male werewolf is feeling possessive and protective about his mate. While many male species can feel that way toward their women, the way a wolf feels toward his mate is a bit different. That’s why it has its own scent.” He nipped at my skin again, his teeth grazing along that sensitive area.
I gasped and gripped his shirt to pull him closer. That undeniable urge to drag him to my bed was swimming through my veins and making my head spin. “I want you.”
“The feeling’s mutual, my love.” The evidence of his arousal pressed against my stomach. “Are you sure you don’t want to try out the room below?”
As tempting as that was, my gaze drifted toward the other ship. With each second that passed, it loomed closer. “Afterward. When Jakub’s dead, and this is over once and for all, I’m going to ride you so hard you’ll see stars.”
The possessive emotional scent off Kaillen strengthened a hundred-fold as an answering growl worked up his throat. “A fight and then a fuck? You certainly know how to please a man.”
I pulled him in for another kiss. His tongue swept in to dance with mine, and his taste, feel, and scent were nearly driving me mad. Gods, these instincts and reactions to him were beyond compelling. I felt drugged, as though I needed him in order to breathe.
Somehow, I managed to pull back, taking a shuddering breath. “I do aim to please.”
Kaillen’s hands tightened around my waist.
“Excuse me, lovebirds,” Barnabas said dryly. “I’m afraid you’ve missed your opportunity for a quickie in the hull. I think that despite the illusion spell, our nemesis has sensed our impending arrival.”
My gaze snapped to the sea, then widened when I beheld Jakub’s monstrous ship.
It was turning, its front angling to point toward us. Similar to Barnabas’s ship, a large spear protruded from the bow.
“Don’t fail me now, The Only Lady I’ve Ever Loved.” Barnabas lovingly caressed the wheel, then began snapping orders at Fallon and Kaillen.
The two whipped into action. Cold night air blew against my skin the second Kaillen stepped away from our embrace.
Barnabas’s fangs lengthened as the energy around Kaillen and Fallon soared. My own magic hummed in response, as if knowing what was coming, while my wolf began to pace in my belly, snarls rumbling in her chest as her hackles rose.
“I need to hit them before they fully turn.” An excited gleam filled the vampire’s eyes as he steered his vessel toward the oncoming ship, not looking the least perturbed about the inevitable crash. “Brace yourselves, mateys, this one might hurt.”