Page 56 of Bonded Through Bite

The scent of blood jars me enough to realize I’m fisting my fingers enough to prick the skin with my nails. Santiago gently smooths my fingers open. He lets the water wash away the blood and then kisses the ache away. He repeats the process on my other palm and sets my hands on the wall, fingers splayed.

“Keep them there,” he murmurs.

Firm hands glide over my legs and then he tugs them apart. I have a flashback of Rafael going down on me in his shower, but it’s quickly replaced with reality when Santiago glides his fingers over my pussy. He’s acting like we have all the time in the world, like there’s nothing to worry about, no reason to hurry.

Trembling, I stay in place, allowing him this. He needs it—I need it too. A moment to slow the spin of the world, to be grounded in the midst of all the changes.

“I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste,” he murmurs in my ear and brushes his lips over the arc. I tilt my head to the side, hoping he’ll do it again. And he does, slowly kissing the arch of my ear before nibbling the earlobe, all while his fingers whisper over my pussy.

I’m sure that by now, I’m leaking. Yet, I still don’t have it in me to push him, so I only whimper my pleas.

“Beautiful Samantha. I want to sink inside of you. Feel you coming around my cock, hear you scream, see the lost look in your eyes.”

“Please, please, please,” I chant, locked in place by need and the spell he’s woven for me.

“You’ll take whatever I give you.”

“Please, fuck me already. I’ll die if I don’t have your cock soon.”

He chuckles at that. “Oh, you’ll die, will you?”

“Asshole,” I growl and he presses tightly against my back, one hand wrapping around my throat. My pussy immediately floods at the feel of that possessive hold and I whimper.

“You are a brat, little fangs,” he whispers. “And I think you need to remember who’s in charge.”

“Who?” I gasp because I don’t have it in me to sass him further when his finger leisurely circles my clit.

“Me.”

I groan when his fingers lift from my pussy. I don’t expect the sharp tug on my nipple and I arch with a small cry. My hips thrust against his and my breast presses into his hand. My neck is perfectly arched for him to bite down.

Both of us freeze. Santiago’s hot breath puffs over my neck and he roughly palms my breast, making me grind against him.

“Bite.” I gasp, mindless with the need to feel him inside me. “Please, please, please.”

“Your pleading won’t hurry this along, beautiful,” he purrs.

“Lemon, please.” This time, I relax into his hold.

“What did you call me?”

“Lemon.”

“Why?”

“You smell like lemon-meringue pie to me. I don’t think I can scream that fluently when you fuck me.” I meant it to come out sassy, but I just sound breathy and so fucking needy.

“And what’s wrong with my name?” He sounds amused, but his hand drops back to my pussy.

A little growl slips free when my mind provides an answer to that question. “Other women have shouted that name.”

“Jealous, little fangs?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Good,” he growls right into my ear and plunges two fingers inside me. “Fuck, you are soaked. Will you be good and take my cock as nicely as you take my fingers?”

I crane my neck, instinctively offering it to him, but he doesn’t strike. One moment, I’m standing, and the next, bent over as Santiago enters me from behind. Despite being soaking wet, I feel stretched. I don’t have enough air left to moan, so only desperate pants come out when I push back into him.