AARON
the little bastard purrs at my mate’s ear. She jumps at the hiss that slips between his fangs on that last emphasized word. Chase and Dylan jump from their seats, glares practically shooting from their eyes whereas, Bee’s own green eyes flit to the side where he stands smirking beside her before inhaling a deep breath, and letting them flutter closed.
“Please tell me that isn’t a bloody vampire,” she grits out. Pressing a kiss to her cheek, I stand to shove my little brother away from my mate.
“Get near her throat again, and I’ll pluck out your fangs,” I warn, though without any real heat behind it.
“I told you that was going to be stupid,” Josh berates while cuffing the back of his head.
“Tell the humans to sit down,” Connor drawls as he walks in last. The humans in question
