Page 77 of Bonded Through Bite

Her heart is beating again.

Fuck! How is that possible? Vampires don’t have heartbeats.

Shuddering, I grip her closer, but the wolf is there, basically twining himself around her. Even if I’m filtering his blood for her, he’s acting like she’s drinking straight from him.

She quivers in my arms and suddenly pulls back. Her blue eyes are crackling with life, and there’s a slight flush on her cheeks. Then the hazy look returns to her eyes and she tears the wolf’s arm from my mouth.

“Mine,” she growls and fuses her lips over mine. It’s a battle for dominance, filled with fire and need. Her. Mine. The wolf’s. Samantha pierces my lip with her fang and sucks it into her mouth.

When I gently pull back, I notice her nails digging into the wolf’s arm.

“Mine,” she growls again, this time glaring at him, daring him to object. When he doesn’t, she relaxes a fraction before turning and sinking her fangs into my neck again.

And this time, the bite is full of pleasure, enough to shake me to my core.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Samantha

The flavor in my mouth changes from fresh to sweet chocolate. It’s pure Rafael, full of seduction and sex, and I can’t get enough. No matter how tasty Santiago is or how Zack makes my body vibrate and my heart flutter, I crave Rafael.

There’s still frailness against my bones, something brittle that needs mending. Every swallow I take from Rafael eases it, clears away the fog, and erases doubt. The blood and pleasure bind us together, and I become aware of the strain only when it eases.

I try pushing my pleasure to Rafael, intent on making him feel as good as he’s making me feel. What I’m not prepared for is how well it works. He jerks against me and groans some curse word or another.

Did I just make him come in his pants?

Even the idea of that is enough to unravel my control and I start tearing at my clothes.

“Samantha. Samantha, stop,” he tries to still my hands, so I turn my attention to clawing at his clothes.

“Fucking vampires,” the woman huffs.

“That’s the plan,” I throw back at her and immediately sink my fangs back into Rafael. I managed to tear his shirt, so his pectoral is my target. I’m not hungry anymore, but I want to feel him around my fangs.

“Everybody out,” Zack orders behind my back.

“I guess that means you two,” Santiago says to the wolves and I hear amusement in his tone, even if he still sounds weak. “Thanks again, Jere,” he adds when I hear stomping feet. The woman is cursing but smartly keeps her insults general. I don’t mind, as long as they get the fuck out of here.

“At least let me get us to the sofa.” Rafael groans when I tug his pants open. Yup, I made him come in his pants. And he’s hard again. Gods, I love vampire sex.

“No. I want you inside me right now.”

“Um,” Zack begins, but Santiago cuts him off.

“Just let her have at it. She is young. Reasoning won’t work, it’s more likely to piss her off.”

“But—”

I slam my hand over his mouth. Santiago is right, he is pissing me off. “Rafael, now,” I demand and lift my hips. But it’s Zack who helps to steady me.

“I wouldn’t mind fucking you, dove,” he mutters against my palm. His lips against my palm feel hot and when he licks my skin, my pussy clenches.

“Later,” I promise him and then focus on crawling on top of Rafael.

He leans back easily when I poke his chest and my mouth waters again when I see the punctures I left behind. Hot, his flesh marked by me. I straddle him, eager to slide his cock inside.

“Sweetheart, for heaven’s sake, wait,” he rasps.