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Wrath grabbed her by the throat and kissed her hard. Then he brought up her wrist and scored her flesh, opening her vein.

“Go to him. Now.” He pushed her away, then slammed his body back against the wall. “Vishous, you better fucking hold me. Or this is going to get ugly.”

Wrath’s awesome body was trembling, his muscles tensed up, his skin breaking out in a sweat. From behind his wraparounds, his eyes glowed with a light so fierce you could see it plainly.

V hurled himself at his king and met instant, straining resistance. Dear God, this was going to be like holding back a bull.

“Why don’t…you leave?” V grunted as he worked to keep Wrath’s body in place.

“Would have to…get past them…to get to the door. No…way.”

V twisted his head and looked at the table.

Man, Marissa was going to be on the floor if she didn’t get free of Butch. And the cop was going to fight like hell if that source of blood left his mouth.

“Beth!” V shouted as he and Wrath struggled. “Pinch the cop’s nostrils. Pinch them hard and hold his forehead down. That’s the only way you’ll get him to release her.”

When Beth grabbed Butch’s nose, the cop made an inhuman noise, as if he knew what was coming. And his body jackknifed on the table like he was prepared to fight whoever was going to take his food away.

Oh, Christ, please don’t let him attack Beth, V thought. Wrath was so lit he was liable to break free and kill the guy. Please—

The females handled it beautifully. Marissa yanked her wrist away and nailed Butch in the shoulders, punching into him, holding him down as Beth brought her wrist to his mouth. As that fresh vein came to him, Butch took to the new blood like a babe and moaned at the taste.

Which naturally caused Wrath to go apeshit.

The king’s body lurched toward the table, Vishous getting dragged along.

“Marissa!” V shifted his grip so he was around Wrath’s waist like a sash. “I need help over here!”

She looked over at Wrath…and she was good—damn, the female was good.

She undoubtedly wanted to be by Butch’s side. Instead, she flashed over and rammed her body against the Wrath tangle that was about to unravel. The king stumbled back under the force of impact and V repositioned himself, his head torqued at a bad angle but his arms right where they needed to be, one up Wrath’s back and locked on his neck, one around the waist. For kicks and giggles, V wrapped a leg through Wrath’s thighs so if the male lunged forward again he would trip first.

As if on cue, Marissa did the same, entwining one of her legs with Wrath’s and running an arm up the front of his chest.

Oh…shit. She was bleeding hard from that wrist of hers.

“Marissa…move your arm toward me…” V breathed deeply, muscles straining. “Marissa…”

She didn’t appear to hear him. Was too busy watching what was happening on that gurney.

“Marissa…you’re bleeding out. Lower your damn wrist.”

She shifted her elbow and her arm dropped, but she really wasn’t focused on herself.

Until V put his lips to her skin. Then she gasped and looked down.

Their eyes met. Hers were wide.

“Just to keep you from bleeding,” he said against her wrist.

As Butch made a noise, she turned back to her mate.

And suddenly, time stopped for V in spite of the load he was holding back. He stared at Marissa’s perfect profile as he licked the chewed mess of her wrist, sealing the wounds, easing the pain of them, starting the healing process. Compelled by something he didn’t want to name, he ran his tongue over her skin again and again, tasting both her blood and…Butch’s mouth.

Vishous repeated the licking more times than he had to. And on the last swipe, when he knew that he had to stop because he’d gone over the line already…when he knew he was going to lose control of Wrath unless he paid attention…on the last swipe, he looked out at Butch. And pressed his lips against the skin at his mouth in a kiss.

He had the strangest feeling he was saying good-bye to his roommate.

Butch woke up in a maelstrom. A whirlpool. A…blender.

There was a roaring throughout his body, something