The blue of his eyes darkened into near black, stopping her humor immediately as alarm spread throughout her body. It made him look evil.
“You aren’t part of the GarLycan clan. And it’s not something to make fun of. To be a VampLycan is an honor.”
“Couldn’t I be a fairy instead? They have sparkly magic dust and wings. I’d much rather you tell me I’m one of those.”
He sighed. “This is how you’re going to deal with what I’m telling you? Making smartass remarks?”
She nodded. “This is too messed up.”
“We’re trying to avoid a war, Dusti. You need to know what’s really going on.”
“Can you at least make your fantasy world make sense? According to you, you’re already at war with Vampires.”
“Vampires are no longer a threat. They’ve tried to come after us a few times over the years and we’ve slaughtered them. That war ended when they realized how strong we’d become.” He hesitated. “It’s a war between the clans we want to avoid right now. That’s the threat. Decker’s clan isn’t strong enough to take on everyone else. He’d lose unless he can force the GarLycans to his side. That’s why he can’t get his hands on your sister to use against us. He’ll hand her over to Aveoth so he’ll fight us too.”
“Why is Bat so important to this Aveoth? Why would he want her?”
“Aveoth was once promised your grandmother’s sister. She died before that could happen. He’ll want Bat because she’s a direct descendant of the woman who should have been his.”
“It sounds crazy. You have to see where I’m coming from.”
His gaze lowered to the neck of her blouse. “I know, and I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you the truth, but I can prove it. I’m dominant and you aren’t.”
“You mean you’re stronger.”
He glanced up, his intense gaze meeting hers before he focused lower once more. “You’re part Lycan, even if it is very minimal. I can force it to the surface.”
She felt really uneasy over the way he studied her throat. She pushed against his chest again, futilely, unable to move his heavy bulk. He suddenly tucked his head, burying his face against her neck. She tensed.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you proof. I'm going to show you how you react to someone else with Lycan bloodlines.” His lips brushed the skin under her earlobe and his hot breath warmed her neck. He growled low before his mouth parted. A wet tongue licked down the side and he nipped her shoulder.
Shock tore through Dusti as a jolt of awareness flashed through her body when his teeth nipped her. Oddly, it didn’t hurt, but it reminded her of the time she’d accidently touched a frayed cord plugged into the wall. A current of electricity zipped from where his mouth touched, all the way down to her toes. She gasped.
He released her skin then bit her again, harder, an inch closer to her throat. The second bite made her react even stronger. He didn't break skin but she wouldn't be surprised if it left marks.
A moan tore from her lips as her body writhed under his, sexual desire firing her blood. It confused and alarmed her. Her breasts ached painfully and her stomach muscles clenched. He nibbled and bit her again, causing her back to arch until she pressed tight against him.
His muscular legs parted, spreading her thighs. His hips settled more firmly until the hard ridge of his cock nudged her clit.
Dusti clawed at his shirt, horrified but unable to control the burning need he inspired. She wanted him inside her. She hurt.
He slowly rocked his hips, rubbing against her. He bit her neck again and then did it a little harder. Her hands slid up, the desire to touch his skin overwhelming. She located the back of his neck. Her fingernails dug into hot flesh, kneading it lightly, and her legs moved of their own accord, wrapping around the back of his thighs to draw him closer.
“Drantos,” Kraven interrupted softly. “Stop.”
A deep, harsh growl sounded against her ear and Drantos’s mouth released her. He breathed heavily and lifted his head.
Dusti was stunned and confused. Her eyes flew open to stare into his bright blue gaze again. His eyes were faintly glowing.
“Mind your own business, Kraven.” Drantos didn’t glance at his brother, instead holding Dusti’s gaze.
“You’re going to fuck her right in front of me and the humans near the fire? Think about that. There’s no privacy here.”
Frustration tightened Drantos’s features and he snarled softly, tearing his gaze away to glower in anger at his brother. “Thanks. I may have. She…affects me.”
“No kidding.” Kraven chuckled. “I think you showed her enough. Hell, you’ve shown me way too much. I never want to see you in action again.”
“How is her sister?”
“I ordered her to sleep. It was easy to do. She has no defenses. The Lycan is stronger in her than any Vampire traits she inherited.” Kraven sat up, drawing Dusti’s attention enough to make her turn her head just in time to see his grin. “Your way of dealing with yours looks more fun.”
“Painful, more like.” Drantos suddenly released Dusti and tried to lift his entire body off her, using with his hands on the ground, but her legs were still wrapped tightly around him. It prevented him from doing little more than separating their chests. “I’m so fucking hard I could break stone.”