“I just… Your father, I don’t want to disrespect him,” I stammer, my real concern hidden beneath the surface. I need to remain inconspicuous, a forgotten entity in this world. My ultimate goal is to evade attention, to fade into obscurity, even in death.

Dante’s grip on my hair tightens, the loose braid no longer holding its frame. “You’ll learn your place, but lucky for you, Dominic is forgiving in public.”

“Then take me somewhere private and teach me a lesson,” I whisper.

Dominic pauses briefly, appearing taken aback, but Dante swiftly interjects, “I’m quite intrigued. Perhaps you’re capable of handling what we have to offer.”

This time, when Dominic brings his lips to mine, I bite my tongue, blood pooling in its place.

“I’m glad Kairhyse fucked up. What a Gods damn moron,” Dante says, releasing his grip on my hair and dragging his fingers down my back.

When Dominic’s tongue slips between my lips, I dance mine with his. I can feel him attempting to pull away, likely at the taste of copper now gracing his palate, but I grab hold of him. The sensation of my blood flowing down his throat is pure ecstasy, feeling it course through every part of him until it reaches his brain.

“Somewhere else, not here,” I murmur against his lips while I slowly rub my warming body against his. He groans and grabs my hips, “Dominic, take us away where no one will hear me scream.”

Dante steps to us and wraps his hand around my throat.

“Brother,” Dominic says, barely capable of removing his lips from mine. “Get our driver, let’s take her to the Treehouse.”

The blood I laced Dominic with only holds until we reach the car, but I maintained their attention long enough to avoid any suspicion as we depart from the party. I’m settled in between them, Dante with his arm over my shoulder, his brother grabbing my thigh.

“You know where to go,” Dominic commands, pressing the button by his window to seal off the partition between us and the driver’s seat.

I could kill them right here, and make do with the driver, but that wouldn’t be enough. That would be too easy. They would be getting away with a slap on the wrist for the things that they did.

Fuck that.I’ve made it this far, I can be patient.

Dante’s grip on my shoulder is so tight that his nails tear into my flesh. Though I wouldn’t usually scream, a low cry of pain escapes me. I pretend to stifle it. As he pulls me into his lap, I watch his eyes shift to that of a wolf—rounded and dilated nearly to their max—and his teeth, sharp at the canines, are exposed in a grin.

“You challenged me to hurt you more than that Vampire.” My lip twitches, but I force myself to feign fear. I don’t fight when he grabs tightly at my hair and pulls me against his chest. He is then wrapping his jaw around my shoulder, and biting down. This is not the same as how Kairhyse does it, no, Dante is gnawing on me with all his teeth, grinding straight into my flesh. This is not to feed, or eat me, but to dominate.

There is no part of this that is pleasurable, and the pain is horrific. His teeth push into my collarbone, leaving me struggling and shaking. I’ll heal, but holy Gods my body is just not prepared for this assault. I’m on fire, my entire skeletal system feels an intense tingling sensation from his teeth grinding against my bone.

“Brother,” Dominic croons while slipping over next to us, “she’ll bleed out.”

I hadn’t realized just how much blood was pouring between us until I look. It is incredible, and with a hazed over expression, I look atDominic. “Bite me…”

His feral expression is nearly as frightening as Dante’s. “Kairhyse is a fucking moron for allowing you to walk away.”

Stop fucking saying his name…I reach over to him, and he drags me roughly into his lap. His features shift, just as his brother’s, and on the same Gods damn shoulder, he chomps down.

The pain is raw, and I shake from it. “You taste like no Mundane I’ve ever had… You taste slightly familiar.” I can hear a belt being undone, and my legs twitch with how much blood I am losing.

While I won’t lose consciousness, their lack of caution could awaken the dormant piece of myself I’ve kept hidden for a decade. The essence of my Amoro would emerge and seize control, spelling their downfall too quickly.

“Fuck.” Dominic throws his head back while howling, and I smile wide. “You’re right brother, you taste… I’ve most definitely had you before.” He can barely keep me upright, my head drooping, blood from my shoulder spilling up to my jaw and over my face.

I can’t help but laugh; I try so hard to keep it contained, but there’s no stopping it

Dante grabs hold of my arm and tosses me so hard into his lap that my arm slams against the window. My head falls back as I bite my lip, trying to stifle the laughter that continues to bubble from within me. “What’s so funny?! Going crazy already?” he asks.

I can feel his cock between my legs. His hand comes up to the gushing wound at my shoulder, lathering it in my blood.

This is too perfect.

He takes that hand and begins stroking his cock.

“Brother...” Dominic’s voice quivers with anxiety. As my hands rise before me, I watch my Amoro consume my fingers and crawl up my wrist. The darkness that defines me begins to engulf me, and with a suddenness that catches Dante off guard, I seize his throat.