Page 80 of Accidental Blood Lust
“No, it doesn’t work that way for shifters, not like it does for vampires. Shifters are born, not made.” I shake my head a little, trying to sort out my thoughts, and then I laugh quietly. “I’m so fucking stupid. I never thought of the bite that way. A mate bite and a pack bite aren’t any different, only the intent behind them is, but they do the same thing—they tie us together. And I guess I never knew anyone to give a pack bite to someone who wasn’t a wolf, so I just didn’t connect the dots.”
“So, we can do it?” Jare asks. “You can bite us both?”
I pull him against my chest and slam my mouth into his for a rough, claiming kiss. “Yeah, baby, I’ll bite you both. You and Loch will be mine forever and ever.”
I reach for Loch and crane my neck to kiss him too, all three of us falling into a messy, beautiful three-way kiss where it’s impossible to tell whose lips or tongue are whose, and it doesn’t really matter.
“When?” Loch asks.
“The full moon is only two weeks away. We could find somewhere to make love under it and I’ll claim you both.”
They both nod and we fall back into another kiss. My wolf makes a contented rumbling sound that vibrates deep in my throat, and I wrap my arms around both my mates. In just a few days they’ll be officially mine in every way.
But first, we need to deal with those damn fae.
TWENTY-FIVE
LOCHLAN
There’s a strange tugging in my head I haven’t felt before. I glance around the room, smiling at my mates as they sit cross-legged on the bed, their heads together while they discuss Jareth’s garden. I try to ignore the sensation, but it becomes impossible. All I know is I have a sudden urge to see Cassius.
“I’ll be right back,” I announce.
“Where are you going?” Roman asks, his voice thick and possessive.
“To see Cas. I want to apologize for ruining his clothes, and also…” I shrug. “I feel like I have to.”
“Have to what?” Jareth asks.
“Go see him. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“You’re a vampire, he’s a vampire.” Roman nods. “He might be calling for you.”
“Oh. Right. I think I’ll go now, before breakfast.”
“We’ll be waiting for you,” Jareth says sweetly.
I blow them a kiss then make my way through the winding halls to find Cas. When I arrive at his door, it’s partially open, as if he really has been expecting me. As I step inside, I peer around to make sure I’m not interrupting anything.
Cassius is standing in front of a credenza stacked with bottles of deep red blood. My stomach doesn’t curdle this time, but there’s no urge to drink either. I’ll take neutrality over disgust though.
“Hi, Cas.”
“Hello, Loch,” he says without turning to me. “Care for a drink?”
“No, thank you. Did you, um, call for me?”
“Yes. I’m glad you heard me, though it took you long enough.”
“I didn’t recognize it at first.”
“You’ll learn.” He turns toward me, studying me as he swirls the blood in his glass. “How was your date topside?”
“I owe you an apology.”
He raises a well-groomed eyebrow. “For?”
“I got vampire blood all over the clothes you loaned me.”
