Page 4 of Bonded Through Bite

“Not interested,” he says and shock flashes over his features. For a vampire, he is acting pretty unhinged tonight. The Rafael I know thrives on being cool and collected. “Not interested,” he mutters again.

I don’t really believe his words, but the reckless part I buried so long ago has dug its way free and the words tumble from my mouth uninhibited. “You said that already. Now let go of me so I can find someone who is.” His hand tightens around my ankle like a manacle and his entire body tenses.

“Don’t push my buttons, Samantha,” he warns, but I don’t listen.

“Your offer no longer stands. I get that, don’t worry. No hard feelings. I’m going to go now.” I tug my leg, but he doesn’t release me. I’m sitting on his lap before I realize he even moved. One of his arms wraps around my waist and the other brackets my thigh, just below the hemline.

“You are on a tear tonight. Give a man a second to catch up.”

“No. Either you give me what I want or you let me go.”

“And what is it you want, Samantha?” He keeps saying my name, low and intimate, and his voice tugs at my insides, making my stomach flutter.

“You know what I want.”

“I might know what you implied with your body, but I need to hear it from your lips too. Actually, that’s the condition I will set for this. You need to tell me—verbally—what you want.”

“Asshole,” I mutter as I adjust myself and lean in so I can whisper into his ear. “What I want is for you to glide your hand up until you can feel how wet I am. I want you to push your clever, clever fingers into my pussy and make me come. I want to kiss every inch of your body until you cannot see straight. And then I want you to do the same to me.”

He shakes beneath me when I push back his black hair and nip his ear, but I’m not done.

“I want you to fuck me, better than anyone ever has. That’s what you promised, right? To be the best I’ll ever have. That’s what I want.” I lean back and raise my eyebrow in challenge.

I have made up my mind. Now it’s up to him to deliver.

Chapter Two

Samantha

The air between us is tense and the edge of Rafael’s fang peeks over his lip. I’ve never seen him exhibit emotion so recklessly. It makes my pussy pulse and I clench my thighs.

“Not here,” he growls, the sound so deep I barely hear it.

“Like I care.” I shrug and survey the area around us. He brought me to the sofa in the farthest and darkest corner. Something flashes in his eyes that I cannot read, but he picks me up and I wrap my arm around his neck, kissing the skin there.

Somewhere a door slams shut and the music fades. We’re moving fast, but all I’m focusing on is the taste of him on my tongue. I bite him gently and dimly register that we’re entering an elevator. There are voices, people talking, but I ignore them and keep licking Rafael’s throat.

His taste is addictive. I want to bite him all over. All the reasons why I shouldn’t are fading from my mind. Would it be so bad if he bit me back?

More movement, more doors, then he slams me against a wall. I gasp and his mouth seals over mine. His fingers move up my leg and find my pussy. He snarls when he realizes I don’t have panties on and then he pushes two fingers into me. I groan and grind against his hand, desperate for more.

“You danced in this cock tease of a dress in front of everyone without underwear.” His voice is a rough mix of anger and heat.

“Yes,” I hiss and rock into his fingers.

“I should spank your ass for that.”

“Shut up and make me come,” I demand, desperately seeking the friction that will tip me over the edge. Rafael slows his fingers and leans back. It’s only then that I realize I’m sitting on top of a drawer in a foyer. Our mouths are on the same level now and I eye his lips hungrily.

“Spread your legs for me, Samantha. Let me see what you are offering.”

It’s not a request, but I happily obey and move my legs wider. My dress inches higher, not covering anything anymore. Rafael keeps pumping his fingers into me. His tan skin looks darker against my pale thighs, and his fingers glisten with my arousal. His thumb finds my clit and after a second circle, my eyes flutter closed.

“No,” he rasps. “Eyes on me. I want to see what I do to you.”

It’s a struggle to follow his demand, but somehow, I manage. His eyes blaze, his fingers never hesitating as he slowly drives me closer to the edge.

Close, so close. I need him to hurry. When I lift my hips to meet his fingers, he pulls back.