"The guys need to get dressed," I said. A servant was coming down the stairs carrying what looked like two robes over his arms. All five men went to the rooms we had used, and we turned to the servant.
The robes were sheer silk, barely more than cobweb, and covered us both just to the bottom edges of our asses. The fabric clung to my skin, seeming to catch on every fine hair on my body, giving me the chills. Chaz and Bane came back out and stood behind me, their eyes still glowing faintly.
"Madams," the servant said when all of us were in the room again. "The council has requested you leave the apartment voluntarily. They do not wish to go against Bael in this matter. The other two are already dressed and outside."
"We need shoes," Hannah looked down at her own bare feet. "Or do they expect us to walk across the parking garage barefoot?"
"Ah, no ma'am," he said. "You both have sandals in the loft." He motioned toward the stairs and Hannah led the way up, her mates following. I walked up ahead of Bane and Chaz and realized all their power was flowing into me. None of it was going back. They were hooked to me like batteries.
At the door, Hannah and I both put on sandals made of soft supple leather that had somehow been coated with the same sheer silk. They seemed to sparkle of the fine fibers, and tied almost at my knees. Hannah's actually reached over her knees. When we were done tying on our shoes, we all paraded out into the garage.
It was still freezing, and silk does absolutely nothing to block the wind. The other women were standing in what looked like evening gowns, the mates that remained with them were in suits where our men were in jeans and various shirts with their hair mussed. There were three large SUVs lined up in the garage bookended by two smaller cars. Each of the others climbed into their own vehicles, leaving us to climb into the last one. Hannah draped herself over Kai's lap, so I took her lead and did the same with Chaz so I could stay warm.
The drivers for the other two cars didn't seem to be having the issues ours was, and it took me a minute to figure out what was wrong. Our driver was obviously aroused and having trouble getting comfortable. I leaned my head back against Chaz's shoulder, watching the man in the rearview as his hands slid up to my breasts. He nearly drove us into one of the supporting columns and the car behind us honked. After that he reached out and jerked the mirror up so he couldn't see us in the back.
"The other cars aren't having this problem," Hannah complained from the back. But when I looked, she seemed to be enjoying herself as well.
"The other cars aren't filled with this much power," I said, smiling. "The poor man just can't handle it."
"That 'poor man' driving us is one of the council members," Bane muttered, but he stretched between the seats and touched my thigh. The robe had ridden up the moment we got into the vehicle and there was no barrier between us.
"Then he should be scared, not turned on," I watched the driver. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, and the bulge in his pants couldn't have been comfortable. I reached out to him with my power, and Chaz pinched my hip, bringing me back as the car jerked back into the lane again. "What? I was only going to give him some relief."
"If he crashes, we'll all be injured," he spoke against the side of my neck, bringing most of my attention back to him. "Stop messing with the man."
"Distractible, aren't they?" One of Hannah's men spoke up from the back. I heard her sigh and suddenly wished there had been a bench seat in the middle row.
Bane released his seat belt and knelt in the gap between our seats, pushing my thighs apart as Chaz slid his hand under the silk to my breast.
"Hey! Seat belts are to remain on!"
"Make me, little man," Bane growled, then lowered his mouth to me. I could feel Chaz straining through his pants, knew Bane was just as hard, and I wanted to roll in the power filling the vehicle. His tongue made lazy circles over my clit and I grabbed the seat in front of us with one hand, my other hand holding Chaz to me where he nibbled along my neck.
The car swerved and there was a cacophony of horns outside the window. The driver turned back around when he had obviously been trying to reach Bane in the back and almost lost control. "If you come," my voice purred, and I heard an answering noise from Hannah in the back. "It will be easier to drive. No one has to know but us." I gasped as Bane's tongue dipped into me and I could see the man straining in his seat. "I bet you're not a little man at all."
We hit a red light and the driver reached down to rub himself through his pants and moaned. I let my power reach out to him again, and this time no one stopped me. I could feel Hannah there, as well, and didn't mind her presence one bit. We could share this one. He jerked in the seat as he came, a dark spot spreading across the front of his pants as he continued to palm himself until the light changed. I arched in Chaz's lap, pressing myself against Bane's mouth as a small orgasm washed over me and I heard moans from the back. It wasn't much, but the man had helped to fuel this.
The cars all turned into another parking garage, but this one turned downward under the building. Our driver made it all the way to the drop point without swerving again, though he was once again straining his pants by the time we stopped. The others all got out of their rides like they were royalty, the drivers looking slightly annoyed. Both drivers' eyes widened when ours got out with the obvious results plastered along the front of his slacks. He walked around and opened the door and I all but rolled off of Chaz's thighs, pulling him and Bane out and closer to me on the cold concrete. Hannah and her three were right behind us, looking satisfied with themselves.
I walked slowly as they herded us toward a large entryway, letting the other two get ahead of us. "Can you feel it shifting?" Hannah asked, walking beside me as we dawdled.
She was right. The power was shifting. I could still feel Chaz and Bane flowing into me, but something else was here with me. Inside me. We had a job to do and all the power in the world to use and feed on. The people ahead of us were small, inconsequential, but the men they walked past all had a moment of terror that made me giddy. They were delicious, the air thick with their fear as we walked past.
"You can feed on that?" Hannah whispered as we were escorted past the terrified welcoming party.
I nodded, "Apparently so." The feeling was heady and I wanted to start skipping down the hallway to see if it would scare them even more. Bane cleared his throat, and when I looked at him he shook his head slightly. No skipping down the halls.
We were led into a large conference room where several men sat around a long table and servants stood along the side. Hannah twitched her head toward one servant and they all filed out and shut the doors behind us.
"What is the meaning of this?" An old man sat at the head of the table, looking indignant. Or maybe constipated. "We have summoned you here. How dare you presume..."
"How dare I nothing, old man," Hannah purred. She walked along the far side of the table and I mirrored her, our mates staging themselves near the doors so no one could enter or leave. I could taste the fear coming off the other two women and their mates in the room and I draped myself between two of the men.
"You wanted us," I moaned as I slid toward a council member, feeling his lust and his need like thick honey slipping down my throat. Hannah straddled another man, giggling when he sighed as she ripped his shirt open to touch him. "Now you've got us."
Someone slid a hand over my thigh and I rolled onto my back, opening myself for him. I could feel Hannah pulling the power from the man she was riding, his moans and cries filling the air. The man between my own thighs pulled himself free of his slacks and filled me, exploding almost immediately but not slowing down at all. I arched, pulling his power into me. The other two were so much weaker, and they weren't anointed, but their power rose all the same to answer ours. Their remaining mates backed away from the table to the doors to stay out of this, but without the magic they might fall as well.
Hannah moaned loud as the man she rode collapsed into his chair and started sliding down toward the floor. She let him fall and went on to someone new and fresh, and the power rose even higher. With each man spent completely, our power grew and glowed. Even the old man at the front of the table was buried between a set of thighs. Two of the men at the other end of the table were on each other, and I pulled their powers through the man under me and into myself. They fell over themselves to reach us. He begged for them to take him even as he continued to slam into me. His energy had been flagging, but seemed renewed when one of the men entered him. And we ate it all.
Even our own men were not immune, dropping their pants and working themselves to climax, feeding us their energy willingly. I watched Bane spill himself over his fingers and felt my own climax as I pulled all three of the men into me. They collapsed as if in slow motion and I moved to take another. Every man we didn't call our own fell, some singly, some in twos and threes, and it wasn't enough.
"Where are the others?" I groaned and headed for the door, the other three women followed me now. "We need more than this."
The power raced out, finding the servants and dismissing them, feeling the prisoners kept in this place but I couldn't dismiss them all. Something in those cells was very familiar, but we wanted those who were scared. They were still standing in the front hall, though some of them fidgeted with their pants as we walked toward them.
"Ah, ladies," one of them broke from the lines and held his hands out. "We can't let you leave."
