Page 4 of Bloodline Unbound

“Mhmm.” I looped my legs around his waist. “Much better.”

“Did you save the kittens, at least?”

Caden dipped down to my throat, his fangs sliding against my neck. He nipped carefully, not quite breaking the skin, and lapped his tongue over the spot. I shivered, need pulsing through me. Bastard knew what those fangs did to me. I strained against his hands and let out a startled moan as he braced me in place, the tips of his fangs resting at the pulse point in my throat.

As much as I love you making that sound, it’s not an answer to my question.

It was too hard to think with my heart hammering and my pussy clenching.

Words.

You know words.

Use them.

Why didn’t the telepathy work both ways? I could think so much easier than speak in these situations.

“Yes.” I shuddered as he ground his hips down. “The kittens are with Kayla.”

“Mmm,” he murmured against me. “Good, then I have you all to myself.”

His growl turned my insides to liquid fire and I squeaked, clit pulsing, as he freed my hands and laid a palm over my throat to keep me in place. Gods. I was too weak for him.

“Now, about that punishment.”

A patterned knock struck the door and Caden froze.

The sound of it kicked my sexy mood right down the drain.

“Who the fuck is that at two in the morning?” I asked.

He slid into his house cat form—a sleek, black domestic shorthair—and dashed towards the door, poking his head through the curtains. A wordless groan from his telepathy filled my head, followed by a hiss.

“Who is it?”

Seth.

The name sent a pang of loss through me. Caden’s younger brother had left my care when he was well enough after I’d taken him in—despite my protests—but came to visit every so often, at least. The brothers weren’t particularly close. I still wasn’t sure why. Caden had told me I should ask Seth, but I’d never wanted to sour the infrequent visits, so I’d left it alone.

He’d been here a couple of months ago to celebrate Caden’s 100th birthday—we’d told friends he was turning forty—and I hadn’t been expecting to see him again so soon.

“What does he want?” I picked myself up off the floor and looked through the peephole.

I’d have to ask him to know and I don’t want to let him inside. He’s here too early. He probably pissed off the wrong people.

“Maybe he’s hurt?”

“I can hear you through the door, Logan,” said Seth. “And I can see Caden in the window.”

Caden did that weird cranky growl cats do right before they take a swing at you when you’ve pissed them off.

I sighed and pulled open the door. “Hey, Seth!”

He swallowed me up in a hug and I froze for a moment. He wasn’t usually so openly touchy with me, but the warmth of him sank into me and I dug my fingers into his shirt.

Seth stepped back and gave me a big smile. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course.” I stepped aside and Seth kissed my cheek as he swept inside, scooping up mini-Caden before he had a chance to shift. “Hey, cutie.”

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