Claimed by My Vampire Stepbrother
“I gave you what you asked for! I agreed to your stupid deal! What more do you want?”
He shifted, his weight easing slightly, but he didn’t let me up. His hand moved to my neck, his fingers brushing the spot where he’d bitten me last night, and I flinched, the memory of that sharp, searing pleasure-pain flashing through me. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice low, almost amused. “Last night, when I bit you, I marked you. You carry my scent now, Chase. Every vampire in this town will know you’re mine. That’s my claim on you, no vampire can even think of coming close to you again.”
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