"Maybe we need to have s*x?" Jared suggested with a wolfish grin. "All of us?"
Izban growled. "No way. If you even suggest this again, I'm out."
"I do love a good orgy," the incubus muttered, but didn't press the issue further. They all knew that Izban was already at the outskirts of their group, and nobody wanted him to retreat completely.
"Maybe we need to give you some of our magic?" Cam proposed instead. "Somehow point it at our respective markings and see what happens?"
"I wouldn't want to burn her," Flint warned. "And I'm not sure lightning would be good for her either. No offense, Amber."
He smiled at the beithir who'd just entered the room.
"None taken. Macey has felt my magic before however. Maybe she just needs to think about it? Concentrate on it somehow?"
Macey shrugged.
