Twisted Time by Zach Collins

see the slimly, little shit Dion trying to sneak out of the room they had been trying to get in to.
    Killian turned and Blake was fighting a group of Witches with his brother and could not take care of Dion, he was going to end this shit right now.
    “Dion,” Killian yelled and the smaller man turned toward him with eyes widened in fear.
    With a squeak, he tried to run. Killian stopped him in his tracks with his sword. Dion narrowed his eyes at him and snarled. “You will not stop this, even if you kill me.”
    “I guess we are going to find out,” Killian said and swung his sword. Dion held up his hands and used his magic in defense, he could feel the resistance flowing from the smaller man. No matter what had happened, he was a strong Wizard.
    Killian focused and fought with the man who had caused all the problems for him, his friends, and his new family. He slashed Dion across the cheek and grinned when he finally drew blood. The Wizard was way too confidant—it was his weakness.
    No,” Dion yelled and swung his hand wide and threw Killian against the wall with a defensive spell. He felt the breath being knocked out of him when he saw his tiger jump at Dion’s back. And with a roar, it was over. Zade bit into the Wizard's neck and hooked his head, you could hear the spine crack all through the tight hallway. It seemed like everyone stopped to watch as Dion’s body dropped to the ground in a heap.
    With their leader gone, the Rebels left fast. Apparently, they had no other reason to fight other than the Wizard who now lay dead at Zade's feet.
    “Ding dong, the shit is dead!” Blake laughed.
    “Let’s get out of here,” Ryker said. “Bria is going to want to stitch you all up.”
     

     
    They were so lucky that they had not gotten severely hurt—she would have killed them. Sasha waited for her mates to be cleared by her mother. Both needed a little stitching up. When they had walked into the door earlier, she felt such a sense of relief. They were safe and sound, and although there was another battle on the horizon—for now it was over.
    Killian and Zade walked out of the office, she jumped up, and looked at her mother who was smiling.
    “Take them to your room, they are fine . I fixed Zade up and both of your men took showers in medical to remove the blood and dirt ,” Bria said.
    Sasha nodded, took her mates’ hands, and led them from the room in silence, she couldn’t talk right now, because she would either yell at them, kiss them, or cry.
    Thank goodness, they didn’t meet anyone on the way to their rooms, and when she finally shut the door behind them, she let out a sigh of relief. It lasted only a moment before she felt the need to connect with her mates again. She needed to feel them—have them feel her.
    Sasha slowly walked toward Killian, absorbing his body and the fact that he still wore his sword strapped to his waist. The man could be a stripper, but then she would have to share him. She didn’t want to share him, nor did she want to share Zade.
    Killian stood looking down at her with a heated expression. He eyed her over, and she felt her pussy clench then release moisture under his assessment. Did he know how turned on she was right now?
    He reached over and placed his hand on her hip. With his other hand, he caressed a loose strand of hair out of her face before cupping her cheek and tilting it up toward him.
    “You okay?” he whispered, and she nodded her head. He raised his eyebrows, and she smiled.
    His hand moved from her hip to the underside of her breast. He held it in his palm then rubbed a thumb over the nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned, not even realizing that she swayed toward him. The feel of his large, strong fingers entwined in her hair and at the base of her neck, controlling her head’s movement, aroused her senses. He lowered his body and covered her mouth in a deep kiss that lasted several seconds. Then he trailed kisses from her lips to her neck and lower