Page 49 of Bonded Through Bite

I’m what now?!

“What? No!” Santiago sounds both shocked and… pleased? That can’t be right. His fingers curl gently over my throat. There’s something primal and controlling in the way he touches me and it makes my body still.

“Yes.”

“She couldn’t have. Not after one sip. She didn’t even drink directly from me,” Santiago argues.

“Well, she did sense you. And then she promptly rubbed my face in the fact.”

“She jumped and fucked you. I didn’t see much face rubbing going on,” he mutters.

A low growl emanates from Rafael and it makes my toes curl. Possessive Rafael does things to every part of me. “Yes, she fucked me. She’s going to keep fucking me till the day we both expire. I’m not giving her up, San. Not now. Not ever.”

“I didn’t ask you to⁠—”

“But I’m not going to waste energy on trying to keep her off your dick.”

Santiago chokes at that. My eyes fly open, but neither of them notices, locked into a staring contest as they are. I quickly close them again.

“What are you trying to say?” Santiago rumbles.

“We can’t play tug-of-war over her.”

“Why not?” Santiago sounds petulant.

I wouldn’t mind some tugging here and there, but if either of them thinks even for a second that they can tell me who I can and will fuck⁠—

“Because she will gut us and feed our bowels to the wolves if she gets pissed off enough,” Rafael says and my thoughts screech to a halt.

“Vicious,” Santiago murmurs fondly. “I could show her the proper technique.” His fingers run over my throat, then cheeks and temples. It gets harder to think and it doesn’t seem either of them is going to say anything more, but then he speaks. “So… we’ll learn to play… nice?”

“Yep. Like good boys. Play nice and share. Let her call the shots.”

“You’re just afraid she would choose me,” Santiago says.

I snarl. I can’t help it. They just agreed not to fight over me like dogs over a bone.

“Were you eavesdropping, little fangs?”

I open my eyes and glare up at him.

“Your ears must be burning.” He grins down at me, unrepentant.

There’s a glint in his eyes that makes my fangs ache and my temper flare. “Fuck you.” My hand flies before I have time to process the urge, but instead of landing the hit, I find myself pinned under Santiago.

“Careful,” he purrs. “Rafael might indulge you out of misguided guilt, but I won’t.”

The terror, the flash I got the first time I sensed him, returns. There’s something so cold in him that it burns. I freeze. I was delusional when I thought I had nothing to fear from him. He could eviscerate me with a flick of his wrist.

Then he’s up and out of the bed, backing off toward the door with hands held aloft. I don’t understand what’s happening. A low rumble is mixed with a high-pitched whine in the air.

I gasp for air and the whine cuts off. Me. That terrified sound was coming from… me.

“I’m sorry, little fangs.” Santiago gasps, and then he’s out the door.

Rafael sweeps me into his arms, still rumbling. I think he’s trying to calm and soothe me. Holy fuck. I guess anger is not the only emotion getting heightened. But just like my anger earlier, the fear dissolves quickly.

And is replaced by lust.