Page 25 of Bonded Through Bite

Fangs.

I have fangs.

“What did you do?” I snarl and push myself away from his hold.

“Come back here,” he snaps and my body folds without a question.

“You—”

“I know you have questions and I’ll answer them in just a minute. First, you need to drink.”

He cradles me closer and I try to push away, but my body betrays me again, curling up against him.

“No.” I want to growl it, but it comes out as a whine.

“Yes, Samantha. You need to drink.”

“What did you do, Rafael?” I can’t voice the idea even to myself. He wouldn’t… would he? I choke as the sharp smell of blood floods my senses and my fangs elongate. I think he cut himself. Bastard.

“Drink, Samantha,” he commands me.

“I don’t want⁠—”

“You do. I can smell your craving. Rest assured, if you don’t do this voluntarily, I’ll make you,” he purrs.

“Asshole!” I punch at his chest with everything I have, but despite his little grunt, he doesn’t let me go.

“I’ve had it with you dying on me, Samantha,” he growls, the sound so deep it rattles my bones. “Now drink.” He lashes out the command and my body obeys, turning in his arms just enough to sink my fangs into his throat over the cut he made.

He tastes better than chocolate, better than the richest red wine. Frantically, I lick his neck and suck. The instinct overrules everything else. I need his blood more than my next breath. I don’t realize I’m moaning until he hardens under my bottom.

“That’s it, darling. Take what you need,” he murmurs softly. The biting command has turned into soft coaxing. Rafael cradles me closer even after the wound in his neck heals under my tongue and my fangs pull free of their own accord.

“You… you…” I try to find my anger, but now my body is sizzling. The anger is simmering behind the need. It’s like his blood is filling my veins with electricity and the current is going everywhere. My nipples throb, so do other areas of me, and I moan again. “Ra-Rafael.”

“I know, darling. I’ll make it better for you soon,” he whispers and kisses my cheek, quickly licking over the scrapes there.

“I—I… what is happening to me?” When I writhe in his lap and rub my breasts against his shirt, it finally registers that I’m naked.

“You are completing your transformation. Awakening.”

“You made me a vampire.” I manage to gasp between trembles racking my body. My nails tear through his shirt as I clutch his shoulders and wantonly press closer. I’m out of my mind. There’s something seriously wrong with me because I fucking hate his guts right now.

“I did.” His reply is calm, while he keeps running his hands up and down my back. If he’s trying to soothe me, it’s not fucking working.

“I told you no!” Momentarily, the anger flares past the need to be fucked senseless. Past my veins being on fire. I dig my claws deeper into his shoulders and I would have bitten him again, but Rafael takes a hard hold of my neck and keeps my fangs out of his throat.

“I’d do it again too,” he growls. “You’re mine, Samantha Ramsey. I’m not letting you go.”

“Fuck you.” I thrash in his hold and rake at his shoulders. Rafael just pulls me closer and tips us so we are lying on the bed. The buzzing in my veins turns painful and the throbbing in my nipples and clit makes me whine, even though I try to hold in the desperate sound.

“Shh, darling. I’ve got you,” he says and wraps his lips around my nipple. One hard pull, and I arch against him, whining for more. He slips his hand between my thighs and ruthlessly drives me to an orgasm.

Except it doesn’t wane. The wave keeps crashing and my body tingles all over. Everything feels overly sensitive, even my toenails.

Oh God! I don’t have claw nails there too, do I?

Rafael’s fangs scrape over my nipple and all my focus zeroes in on that one point of contact. Vaguely, I think this should hurt. The way I’m burning up definitely is painful, but I don’t feel it. All I register is the aching need and the painful edge of release he keeps me at.