Page 58 of Bonded Through Bite

“Mmh,” I hum.

“The only problem is… you didn’t scream my name when you came.”

“What?” I gasp.

“All I heard was, fuck, yes, more, please.”

He’s still hard inside of me, and a tingle of danger rouses me enough to open my eyes. A pair of green ones waits for me.

“Are you serious?”

He nods. “Very. I need you to come for me again.”

“I can’t,” I protest, weakly trying to pull away. Santiago changes his hold to my ass and hoists me up. “No!” I mewl just as he yanks me down. The stimulation makes my entire body arch and I hiss when my clit rubs against him.

“Yes, you can. You. Will. Come. For. Me.” Every word is coupled with a lift and pull down that makes me see stars. “Now,” he growls and bites my neck without breaking the skin.

I lose it. “Hunter!” I scream as the orgasm crashes, overpowering everything, rendering me a quivering mess. It keeps going and going, like every caress and climax from before was set up for this mindless pleasure.

Faintly, I think I hear Santiago shout his own release, but I can’t be sure. All I feel are the waves of burning pleasure running through my body.

When I start to return to myself, my mind working sluggishly, I realize I’m cradled in Rafael’s arms. In both of their arms. Santiago at my front and Rafael at my back. I’m still panting and making pleased purrs when they urge my lips to Rafael’s throat.

The instinct takes over and I bite down. With the first drop of blood on my tongue, I mewl. Sweet and tart, mixed with rich and dark, both of their tastes swirling on my tongue.

The punch of power and pleasure overrides everything and I come again. Shudders rake down my body. The edge of this orgasm is softened, sweet. Restoring. When it has run its course, I can feel my body again and my mind works. Sort of.

“Absolutely stunning,” Santiago says, kissing my shoulder.

“Mmh,” I manage to hum and reluctantly lick the bite mark closed on Rafael’s throat. I think I like seeing my bite marks on him.

“Stay with Santiago,” Rafael whispers. “Please. The pack is coming over soon and it would ease my mind if you stayed out of sight.”

“Rafael,” Santiago says, warning in his tone, although for what, I don’t know.

“All right,” I purr, moving my arms from Rafael’s neck and wrapping them around Santiago’s neck.

“Beautiful, you don’t⁠—”

“It’s all right,” I say past a yawn. “Tired, satisfied. Not feeling angry.”

I’m not sure my words make any sense to them and I don’t care to reiterate. I feel good and relaxed right now. Seeing the pack, thinking about the dead wolf, will make all that go away. I just want to float for a moment longer.

“You’ll tell me everything. Later.”

“I will,” Rafael promises and kisses me hard before pulling back. I snuggle closer to Santiago and close my eyes. Sleep and fuck and feed.

That’s all I seem to be good for nowadays.

Chapter Twenty-One

Rafael

It takes a lot of willpower to get myself out of the shower. A soft smile plays on Santiago’s lips when he looks down at Samantha, who in turn looks like a cat who ate the canary, the canary’s family, drank the cream, and got a belly rub in the end.

After she drank, the shadows vanished from under her eyes. Those shadows never should have been there in the first place, but at least now her skin has a healthy glow. The pleasure-drugged expression in her eyes was there before her fangs sank into me, though.

I don’t know what Santiago did to make her lose it like that, but grudgingly, I have to admit I might need a lesson or two. He’s whispering soft praises to her even now, and they still stay under the spray. It’s a good thing the mansion was designed to house plenty of people, since they used enough warm water for ten long showers. At least. Not that I’m jealous.