Page 32 of Bonded Through Bite

“We’ll take care of the shower first.” The exhaustion waiting just behind her temper is clear and I just want to tuck her into bed, well fed and happy.

“I’m not showering with you. And I’m definitely not drinking your blood again. I don’t care how good the orgasms were. I’m mad at you.”

I can’t help the chuckle that escapes. “Oh, sweetheart. You can be as mad at me as you want and still get more orgasms.”

She growls at me, flashing her fangs. I flash mine in return and watch her pupils dilate. Apparently, she still likes dominance games. That’s a perk I hadn’t been counting on. It seems that she retained most of her personality through the transformation. What worries the fuck out of me is that she seems to have retained her illness as well, and that should be impossible.

“What brought the attack on? Did you have another migraine?” I kneel in front of her and pull off the ruined apron before taking a bar of soap and cleaning her feet. She clearly considers kicking me, but when I press my thumbs into her instep and massage, she groans.

“The attacks came after I tasted blood.”

“What do you mean?” I switch to her other leg and soap it up. Her toenails are dark blue and hard when I gently test them. Not something I’ve heard of vampires transforming, but maybe toenails are not high on the list of changes people notice.

“I was so hungry,” she says, eyes half closed, not fighting me anymore. “So, so hungry.”

There’s no point in pressing for more details right now. Moving to her hands, I wash them and marvel at her nails that are the same blue, but sharper, harder, and longer than her toenails. My Samantha has cute little claws. My cock gets hard thinking about them digging into my back when I fuck the daylight out of her.

When she’s all soaped up, I move her under the rain shower to rinse off. A soft moan comes from Samantha when the water runs over her skin.

“Feels good,” she mumbles and finally links an arm over my shoulder.

“Not too hot?”

“No. It tickles.”

“You are going to be overly sensitive from the transformation for a while. Is your head still hurting?”

“Fuzzy,” she says and yawns.

“You need to feed, then you can sleep,” I whisper in her ear.

She strikes so fast I don’t have time to brace. Her fangs sink into my pectoral and the pleasure of her bite hits me so hard my knees buckle and we fold to the floor together. Samantha keeps drinking and I have to use all my control not to touch her.

Hell. It’s going to be hell to teach her how to control the bite’s pleasure.

I stroke her hair until her bite releases and her body relaxes as sleep takes over. Quickly, I rinse us off and grab a towel to dry us off as I head back to the bedroom.

Fuck if I’m going to leave her alone for a second after this. Cleaning the mess downstairs can wait until I’m sure she’s safe and comfortably settled.

For a second, the guilt tries to lift its head, but ruthlessly, I crush it. I’d do it all over again if I had to choose between letting her go or turning her.

Samantha Ramsey is mine. Bonded through bite, bound by blood. Mine, and I’m never letting her go.

Chapter Twelve

Santiago

Some news should be delivered in person. Especially the kind that will ruin the receiver’s day. Misery loves company, as they say, and I definitely could use a boost.

Patricia slipped through my fingers again. I’m tired of tracking my bitch of a maker while Rafael sits back and watches. It’s time he gets off his spoiled ass and pulls his weight. Last time, he almost missed her visit to the Lair and that would have been an epic shit show.

I rub my eyes before sitting behind the wheel and starting the long drive. While my ex loves his sports cars, fancy suits, and flashy watches, I prefer something more understated… and deadly. Fire-proofed glass and spell-resistant exterior make my heart sing.

Out of habit, I check that my daggers are strapped on right, the little bundle of sage is in my pocket, and a liquid silver capsule is safely tucked inside the copper and gold locket.

I need a proper monster to hunt. Something scaly, terrorizing a random village off the map somewhere. Tracking credit card statements and hacking into security feeds to keep an eye on Patricia is not satisfying in any way.

Especially since I know I can’t kill her.