“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.”

Cold air got between their bodies, chilling Dusti instantly. She hated missing his heat and weight.

What the hell is wrong with me? How could I react to a stranger this way—and this strongly?

She didn’t voice her questions but it was tough to refrain. She blushed with embarrassment at how badly her body ached to have him finish what he’d started. Her nipples were hard and she felt soaked where her panties covered her sex. Her clit throbbed painfully.

She scrambled to unhook her legs to release him. He lowered his head and studied her face. He softly groaned. “You’re lucky I don’t throw you over my shoulder and take you out into the woods. I’d fuck you until we both couldn’t walk.”

“You’d break her.” Kraven chucked again. “She’s so weak-blooded the human is all I smell.”

Dusti stared up into Drantos’s fascinating blue eyes and couldn’t look away. Her heart pounded inside her chest as if it might burst through her rib cage. She wasn’t sure if he was doing that thing he could do, paralyzing her with a look, but she held still.

“She’d be a snack before a hearty meal.” Kraven snickered. “But you do look pretty hungry.”

Drantos moved, sliding his body down hers. His hips pressed against her thighs until they halted at her knees. He lowered his head, his hands bracing his weight, and caused Dusti to gasp when he pushed his nose between her breasts. He inhaled, groaned softly once more and moved lower, to her stomach. He growled deeply, sounding more animal than human. His head lifted and he met her gaze.

“She smells so damn good to me that I could totally feast on her.”

“Shit.” Kraven suddenly was there, gripping his brother’s forearm. “Get off.”

“I don’t want to.” Another soft sound came from Drantos and his face buried against Dusti’s stomach again, nuzzling her. He used his teeth to jerk up her shirt. He snarled when he exposed her bare navel and his tongue darted out to lick her sensitive skin. Pleasure at that mere touch had Dusti arching her back to press her stomach tighter against his face.

Kraven cursed softly—and then Drantos was torn away from her body. Dusti’s eyes snapped open.

Both men ended up on their knees feet from her, nearly nose to nose, gripping each other’s forearms tightly. If she didn’t know better she’d think they were about to wrestle.

“Control yourself.” Kraven’s words were barely discernible with his snarling tone. “You’re using Lycan hormones to turn her on.”

“I want her!” Drantos’s voice came out so deep it didn’t sound human.

Kraven’s tan face paled. “You aren’t being rational. Drantos…you know what this means, don’t you? You poor bastard.”

“I do.” Drantos’s gaze left his brother to focus once more on Dusti.

“No.” Kraven shook his brother. “It’s just the stress. She’s weak and you’ve been protecting her. Your body and head are all screwed up. That’s all it is. You’re confused.”

Dusti trembled. Her body throbbed with need unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She could identify the source though—and what she craved was Drantos.

Half of her wanted to crawl over to him just to touch him again, while the rational, sane side wished Bat wasn’t part of the equation so she could flee into the woods. She’d rather take her chances out in the wilderness with whatever unknown dangers lie in wait in the darkness, rather than continue spending time with the man who did things to her that shook her to the very core of her soul.

Drantos continued to watch her with his unsettling, intense gaze. Kraven held on to him and forever seemed to pass before they broke apart. Kraven stayed between her and Drantos, though, and studied his brother closely.

“Better? Are you under control now?”

“Yes.”

“You keep mine warm and I’ll hold yours for the night. The last thing you need is to touch her again.”

Rage darkened Drantos’s features while he glared at his brother. “Don’t touch her! She’s mine.”

“You can’t claim her! Not now and not here, anyway. And don’t attack me.”

“Don’t touch her then.” Drantos growled deep in a threatening tone. “I won’t be able to handle it.”

“Fair enough.” Kraven gave a sharp nod. “Oh man. This is fucked. You just had to taste her, didn’t you? Did you ever think that now might not have been a good time to do that? That maybe it could be dangerous if she were the one?”

“It never crossed my mind.” Drantos’s voice seemed to grow less deep, returning to a more normal level. “I had no inkling of it.”

“Her scent didn’t arouse you?”

“Any attractive woman would do that to me.”