Page 43 of Revenge is a Witch

My eyes widen as their words sink in. “At the same time? What does that even mean?”

Derek and Sebastian exchange a look, and it’s Sebastian who speaks again. “It’s usually pretty painful, even with just one mate. With two? We’re not sure how it’s going to feel.”

I take a moment to process that, my mind spinning. Two marks. Two bites. And at the same time? I’m not sure how to react to that, but there’s a part of me that’s curious. That craves whatever this bond could bring, even though the thought of pain lingers in my mind.

As I sit on the bed, I try to wrap my head around what I’ve just agreed to.Marked—by both of them. This is more than just a decision; it’s something permanent. But as Derek’s hand settles on my leg and Sebastian’s arm wraps around my shoulders, the weight of the moment settles into a strange sense of calm. It feels right, even if it’s terrifying.

"Okay," I say, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. "Do it." Both of them blink in surprise, like they weren’t expecting me to make this decision so suddenly. Hell, even I wasn’t expecting to decide so fast, but... maybe it’s not as sudden as it seems. I've been thinking about this, about them, for days now, and even longer without realizing it.

"Are you sure?" Derek asks, his brow furrowing as he searches my face for any sign of hesitation.

I nod, resolute. "Yes. I’m ready. Do whatever you need to do."

For a moment, they exchange a glance, one of those wordless conversations that only people who truly understand each other can have. Then, in unison, they move. Sebastian gently pulls me further onto the bed, my back pressed into his chest as his hands slide up to my shoulders. He tugs the collar of my loose shirtdown, exposing the skin of my neck. My heart races as Derek leans forward, his hands firmly gripping my thighs, his warm breath ghosting over my skin.

And then, it happens.

Both of them bite down on opposite sides of my neck at the same time. The sensation is immediate, sharp, and searing. Derek’s jagged wolf teeth sink in, rough and raw, while Sebastian’s elongated fangs pierce with a precise, almost surgical pain. It’s overwhelming—two different kinds of agony melding together in a way I didn’t expect.

I gasp, the sound escaping my throat involuntarily, but it’s cut short as the pain intensifies. It’s not just a surface-level sting—it’s deep, like they’re reaching into me, tearing through something unseen but vital. Every nerve in my body lights up, a mixture of white-hot fire and cold shivers. My vision blurs as I try to hold back tears, gritting my teeth to keep from screaming.

But I can’t stop it. The pain is too much.

The sensation is indescribable—like being ripped apart and put back together at the same time. Derek’s bite feels primal, grounding, while Sebastian’s is more like a slow burn, one that sinks deep into my bones. My muscles tense, my breath hitching in my chest as I feel their fangs mark me, claiming me.

And yet, despite the pain, there’s an undercurrent of something else—something electric. It pulses beneath the agony, a strange sense of completion, like pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place. I feel them—both of them—on a level I never thought possible. Like they’re not just marking my body, but intertwining with my very soul.

But the intensity of it all is too much. My heart pounds in my ears, my vision darkening at the edges, and as I try to hold on, my strength falters.

The last thing I hear is the sound of my own ragged breath, and then... darkness.

When I wake, it’s like I’ve been hit by a freight train. My body feels like it weighs a ton, and my neck aches in a dull but persistent way. I blink a few times, trying to gather my thoughts and get my bearings, but everything feels... off. As I focus, I quickly realize I’m sandwiched between Derek and Sebastian on my tiny dorm bed.

Not just sandwiched—squeezed. Like they somehow both decided they needed to be as close as possible to me. Derek’s arm is draped protectively across my waist, his body pressing into my side, while Sebastian has one of my legs tangled with his, his hand resting possessively on my hip.

I’m completely stuck.

And yet, it’s not uncomfortable. It’s oddly warm, like being cocooned in safety, though I’m not used to feeling so... held.

I shift a little, trying to move, but Derek’s arm tightens around me. “You need to stay down,” he says softly, his voice rumbling in my ear. “You’ve been through a lot. Rest.”

Sebastian chuckles from my other side, his breath warm against my neck. “Yeah, if you need something, we’ll get it for you. But you’re not moving.”

I tilt my head back and roll my eyes, even though they can’t see it. “Then at least tell me what time it is,” I say. “One minute, it was morning, and now... it’s dark outside.”

Derek shifts slightly, glancing at the window. “It’s around 6 p.m. You’ve been out for a while.”

“If you’re hungry,” Sebastian adds, “we can grab you something to eat.” I sigh, tangled in their limbs, but a strange comfort washes over me. I lift a hand to touch my neck, running my fingers over the spots where they bit me. To my surprise, Ican’t feel any wounds. No broken skin, no scarring. Just smooth flesh.

“Mate bites disappear,” Derek says, his voice soft but reassuring, as if reading my thoughts.

“Can’t say the same for any bites that may be coming later, though,” Sebastian adds, his voice dripping with playful mischief.

I shoot him a tired but sarcastic glare, my mind still trying to wrap around everything that’s happened. My whole world shifted today. I’m marked by two guys who are somehow okay with it, and here I am, tangled up with them, feeling... safe.

Marks & Mayhem

The shrill sound of my alarm clock slices through the calm of the morning, startling Derek so badly he flails like a cat that’s just spotted a cucumber and tumbles right off the bed with an unceremoniousthud. It’s so absurd, I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me.

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