“We’ll bond each other,” he decides. “We’ve been wanting to do it, we just never did. It’s not quite as dangerous if we lose someone in our pack, at least not until Marie decides we’re worthy of being bonded.”
“I fucking hate that you lost Lore,” Ransom says softly. “I’m really sorry for it. I’ve seen him around whenever he’s come to see his brother, and I can’t even believe he’s gone.”
“I keep waiting for him to come in the door,” I confess.
“It’s difficult to remember to talk about him in the past,” Wilder sighs. “Thanks for the sentiment, Ransom. We’ve been a pack for so long, it was hard to know where the other person ended. We were stuck like glue. Now… I’m just taking it one step at a time. Where do you want our bites?”
“Inner arm,” Ransom says, standing and moving over to our new president. “How do you want me to swear fealty?”
“Pretty sure that’s what you’re doing now,” Wilder says wryly, taking Ransom’s arm and bringing it up to his lips. “Last chance to back out.”
“Fuck—” Wilder’s lips twitch just before he bites down, interrupting the rest of Ransom’s sentence. “Oh goddammit.”
“It’s easier if you’re not expecting it,” I say nonchalantly. Wilder and I are tired, high, and thoroughly enjoying fucking with Ransom.
If he can’t handle this, he’s in trouble.
“Are we going to talk about ground rules?” Ransom asks cautiously, moving toward me when Wilder lifts his head and waves him on.
He doesn’t really need to bite us back at this point, and he’s the new guy here. He’ll feel some of our emotions with our bites, and hopefully it’ll help him acclimate faster to us. We aren’t people you fuck with, and we’re not the most stable on a good day.
Marie helps calm some of our craziness, but in other respects she throws gasoline on it. We’re feral about her safety, even if it is a work in progress. One percenters aren’t the best about limiting danger in their lives.
“Like what?” I ask, raising my brow.
“You’re both insane, huh? Is it the kind of psychosis you take meds for?” he asks.
Ransom continues to talk nervously right up until I bite him, and he stifles his pained sounds to keep from waking up Marie.
“There aren’t meds for the kind of insanity we suffer,” Wilder says mildly, stealing the joint back as Ransom heads to the kitchen to wash his bites. “Think we’re freaking him out yet, baby?”
“Definitely,” I chuckle, getting up to walk over to him. “Take your hit and then bite me. Make me an honest alpha.”
“Very funny,” he mutters, his eyes dancing with amusement as he takes a small puff of the joint. The last few days have been filled with pain, and his eyes have been flat and dead. It’s nice to see there’s still a spark inside of him that finds things amusing. “Even when you were a prospect, Lore and I thought your butt looked good in a pair of jeans.”
“Glad to know my ass game brought all the bikers to the yard,” I snort. I’m really feeling the pot now. Fuck.
Wilder sputters before pulling me down to my knees.
“Is this going to get kinky?” Ransom asks, leaning against the wall as he watches us. “Do I need to leave for this?”
“Take the joint and go fuck yourself,” Wilder suggests.
“My fuckery has nothing to do with this,” he says, walking over to take the joint.
Wilder fists my hair, turning my head so he can lean forward to kiss my throat just before he bites down hard. I can’t help the loud moan I make, and my cock thickens and hardens as the connection between us begins to grow. The pain feels really fucking good, and it’s just another reminder of how much I miss Lore.
I need pain with my pleasure. I’m a natural brat, which is what chased me into this life, searching for the things I was missing. The first time Lore forced me to my knees while we were clearing out the woods after I thought I saw a ghost as a prospect made me realize what I was really missing.
Lore and I are the only ones who know that part of the story, and that’s how it’ll stay.
“Such a good boy,” Wilder whispers, making my lashes flutter. I wonder if he’ll become more dominant now that Lore is gone. It’ll be interesting to see how things unfold.
Still on my knees, I wrap my hand around Wilder’s throat to force him to tilt his head the way I want it. I live for the push and pull of power. My teeth bite into his shoulder, as he’s also bare chested. These bites are easily hidden, and when they aren’t, it’s no one’s fucking business.
Packs sometimes do bite each other for connection, and it’s accepted enough that no one will blink at the sight.
“Hmm. I think this might be better than the pot,” I sigh, feeling the chaos inside of me begin to quiet.
