Gnashâs claws click on the hard floor as he stalks toward Zeke, who immediately lets me go just as Regan sits up with me in his lap. I move in his lap, pulling my knees closer to look at the wounds on my ankle.
My blood spills onto the floor, and five deep piercing holes ooze out bright red blood, staining my foot and the floor. Just moving it makes pain twinge up my leg and through my ankle.
âFine, Iâm going, Gnash. Settle down, boy; I was just mucking around with her!â Zeke snarls, and I feel fur brush my arm as Gnash steps over my other leg and pauses beside me, teeth bared and growling at Zeke, the dark, menacing sound rumbling from Gnash fills the room.
Peering over my shoulder, Zeke reaches for the door handle. He sends me a parting glare before slamming it shut just as Gnash lunges at him. Gnash hits the door, his paws making it rattle against its frame as his thick claws leave deep gouges in the thick wood.
I exhale, and only then do I realize I am holding my breath, and I drop my head, sucking in a shaky breath. âCome here, boy,â I call Gnash when movement beneath me snaps me back to my situation, and I notice I have my forehead on Reganâs shoulder.
I freeze, realizing just where Iâm sitting. I am sitting in Reganâs lap and pretty much straddling him.
Swallowing down the urge to shove him away, I grip his shoulders when I feel his fingers grab my ankle, making me hiss while his other hand falls from my waist to my thigh, and he grabs the back of my leg, pulling it around his waist. I chance a look up at him; heâs watching me with a look that I canât read.
âWhat did you do that upset him?â Regan asks, his brows creasing as he examines my ankle.
âNot get eaten by Shadow in my sleep! I donât know. He tossed me out of my bed and said I had to suck his cock!â I snap at him, feeling a little peeved that he instantly blames me instead of his psychopath brother.
Gnash chooses that moment to rush over to me now that he is done growling and clawing at the door;
he jumps on me and mauls me with his tongue, then tries climbing into my lap between us, his tongue frantically licking air as I try to push his furry head away.
âNo, Gnash, I donât need a tongue bath!â I scold the excited wolf. King Regan laughs, trying to shove his wolf off me, when Gnash decides to squeeze his way between us and lay across my legs, crushing me and not allowing me to get up.
âGnash, youâre heavy. Off!â
I groan, trying to push him off when he rolls between us, giving us his belly. I chuckle and shake my head, scratching his belly while his tongue hangs out the side of his mouth. His fur is soft yet coarse beneath my fingers. It helps to relieve some of the worry and fear I had felt earlier.
âGnash off!â King Regan snaps at his wolf, but Gnash ignores him. Instead, wanting his tummy scratched. With a loud sigh, King Regan leans back, placing his hands on the floor behind him and leaning back while shaking his head at his naughty wolf.
âWe canât keep her!â Regan tells him, and I look at him. What an odd thing to say; I am not property, to be owned or a pet!
Gnash whimpers, rolling onto his belly and placing his paws on Reganâs shoulders and whining loudly while his tail swats me in the face as it whips back and forth. I grab his tail and Gnash turns his head to look at me and whimpers, licking Reganâs chin.
âWhat have you done to my wolf? He never used to be this much of a sook!â Regan huffs, brushing his fur, then scratching behind his ear.
âNothing,â I tell him, chewing my lip.
âCome on, get off!â Regan tells Gnash, patting his flank, but Gnash refuses to move. Instead, he yawns, his massive mouth opening up. I reckon I can fit my head in his huge gob. Regan rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
âShe is staying with us today, but get off, or I will give her to Zeke!â Regan tells him and Gnash growls at him.
âSo he can understand you and feel you?â I question, and Reganâs eyes go to mine.
âYes, itâs our blood in their system, it doesnât just strengthen them but bonds them to us. They feel us better than we can feel ourselves sometimes.â Regan answers.
âCan you feel him?â
âI can feel him, but I donât know what he is saying exactly or wanting, just what he feels. I can feel when he is hurt, sad, or happy. I can feel when he is sick and needs my blood or when he is excited.â Regan answers. He looks at Gnash before looking back at me.
âWhatâs he feel now?â I ask, and Reganâs brows pinch together.
âHeâs excited. I think he wants to keep you as HIS pet.â Regan snickers, his lip slip into a half smile that makes my heart skip a beat. Until his words sink in.
âHis pet?â I ask, pulling a face.
âYes, he likes you, but I donât think he knows why, usually he tries to kill any woman I go near?â
âWhat makes you think he likes me, maybe heâs saving me as a snack for later?â I ask him, running my fingers through Gnashâs fur coat.
âItâs almost like he has to protect you, keep you safe. I donât know, he feels possessive of you?â Regan offers and he looks down at his wolf like saying those words confuse him.
âIs he like that with anyone else?â
âOnly me,â Regan shrugs.
Gnash wriggles between us when his paw catches my ankle, and I hiss, which makes him jump off.
Gnash sniffs my ankle, then starts licking it when he lifts his head and whimpers in King Reganâs face before returning to licking up the blood.
âGnash, leave it. I will heal her. Just get off us!â Regan snaps at his wolf. Gnash lifts his head and bounces on him, his paws hitting his chest and knocking the King backward, his tongue slashing his face several times when King Regan manages to shove him off with an exasperated sigh.
âOkay, okay, stop it. Whatâs got into you? Youâre acting like a damn pup,â Regan snaps, and Gnash sits back on his butt, dropping his head like a scolded child.
Regan shakes his head, and I move to get up when he grabs me, one hand sliding beneath my ass and the other across my back. He stands so quickly I nearly topple backward; my legs wrap around his waist and I clutch his shoulders when he hoists me up higher, bringing me face to face with him.