Page 108 of Bonded Through Bite

“Shift!” the thing barks and my wolf pulls back immediately. I lose track of the conversation going around me and turn without thought. What the hell?

“Blood,” he rumbles.

“What?” I gasp and try to shake my head to clear it.

“She wants your blood.”

“What?” I repeat, not comprehending his meaning.

“My mate. She wants your blood, says she needs it, so get to it.”

This time, the shocked “What?” comes from Santiago. The man looks ready to knock our heads together. I get a feeling he could do it too, despite the bruises and cuts he’s sporting.

“My mate”—he points at Samantha—“says she wants your blood.” He points at me. When I don’t move fast enough, he barks, “Give it to her!”

“She can’t drink from him.” Santiago gasps.

“She’s getting your blood through him.” The thing points at Rafael. “So I don’t see the problem.” His brow furrows for a second, then a growl that should not come out of a man fills the air. “She’s hungry. Feed her!”

My hand lifts toward Santiago’s mouth before I have even time to think. My wolf growls but is not pushing forward. In fact, he seems to be eager to feed Samantha, despite the thing’s orders. Santiago looks at me and I nod. If it will help Samantha, I will do it. Besides, I already fed him once. There are so many lines already crossed that one more won’t matter much.

Santiago still hesitates for a moment, but then his fangs sink into my wrist. I expect a pinch of pain like last time, but there’s only soft pleasure as he pulls on my blood. I lock my eyes on Samantha when my dick starts to get hard. I’m sitting naked in a clearing full of wolves and signs of battle, my woman is battered in front of my eyes, and my dick doesn’t care. With every pull Santiago takes, it throbs.

Fuck.

Then Samantha’s gaze turns to me and I blink. Is she blushing? Color rises on her chest and cheeks, and she looks hungrily at my naked chest and then lower. Her jaw flexes around Rafael’s wrist, making the vampire moan. I think he bites harder on Santiago, who in turn sucks in a mouthful of my blood and I have to do my best not to spill on the ground.

So not the time and place.

The thing is rumbling and smoothing his fingers over Samantha’s matted hair. She’s not flinching away from him and the tenderness in his gaze throws me for a loop. He looks at her like she’s the only thing that matters. Like she is a treasure. His treasure.

My wolf's hackles rise, but he holds back when Samantha almost imperceptibly nuzzles into his caress. What the hell? Santiago sucks more of my blood and I get lost in the haze of pleasure.

“That’s enough,” the thing says and taps his finger on Samantha’s nose.

She frowns at him but slowly releases her fangs from Rafael. He growls, Santiago rumbles, and my wolf howls his protest.

“I—”

The thing cuts Samantha off. “Your men need to stock up and you need to digest what you took, my mate.”

“Fuck off,” Samantha snarls weakly, then she slaps a hand over her mouth.

The thing smiles knowingly. “They’ll feed you again soon.”

I want to argue, but Santiago seems to somewhat agree with the thing since he releases my wrist and licks the wounds closed. Rafael does the same for Santiago and all of us look around with bewildered eyes as the rest of the world slowly starts to seep back in.

A vicious howl breaks through the air and I curse. Henry is here.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Gent

When the challenging howl filled with pain and suffering permeates the air, our mate flinches. Yet another wolf charges into the clearing and heads straight toward our mate. The werewolf changes back to his wolf form in a flash and puts himself between our mate and the attacking wolf.

:For fuck’s sake, call me Samantha. I’m not your fucking mate.

:Yes, my mate. I needle her to keep her distracted. I can’t stand for her to be afraid. She must glean some of my thoughts and her attention focuses on the enraged wolf. Some of his pack try to hold him back, but he’s having none of it. I’m not even sure who he’s trying to attack; there’s nothing sane in his actions.