She peered past Luther’s arm and could see how Wes ran his eyes over Luther’s nude body, a look of disgust on his face. Then he met her gaze.

“How could you, Katie? What happened? Did he force you?”

“I didn’t fucking force anybody!” Luther snarled.

Grayson flashed his fangs. “I should kill you right here and now.”

“Oh look at the little pup! Feeling all strong in the company of his friends,” Luther scoffed.

Grayson made a move toward him, but Blake pulled him back. “Stand down, Grayson! Now!” Blake exchanged a look with him. “I’ll handle this.”

Grayson took a deep breath. His jaw set into a grim line. Grudgingly he said, “You’re the boss.” It was clear that at this moment he wished he were in Blake’s shoes.

Blake looked back at Luther before his gaze landed on her. He slowly shook his head. “You disappoint me, Katie.” There was a resigned tone in his voice. “I thought I could trust you, and what do you do? You’re sleeping with the enemy. Literally!”

“Blake, please…” she started. “I can explain.”

He motioned to Luther, who had lowered his weapon. “It’s pretty self-explanatory from where I stand.” Disappointment spread in his eyes. “But to let him bite you?” He shook his head.

“He didn’t,” she said.

“He was about to,” Wesley interrupted, “if we hadn’t gotten here in time.”

Katie looked at Wes. “Damn it, Wes, I’m an adult. Don’t treat me like a little child. I can make my own decisions.”

“You’re still my sister.”

“Still doesn’t give you the right to interfere in my life.”

Hands at her hips, she tried to walk past Luther, but he pushed her back behind him. “You’re naked, Katie.”

Then Luther exchanged a look with Blake. “If you don’t mind, a little privacy so Katie can get dressed without you guys ogling her.”

Blake gave a stiff nod. “Two minutes. And don’t try to escape out the back. We have another man watching the outside. You wouldn’t get far.”

Blake shooed the other two out before turning away and closing the door.

Alone with Luther, Katie let out a breath of air. “Shit!”

Luther turned to her. “You could say that.” He ran his eyes over her. “Let’s get dressed. Those guys saw more of you than they ever should have.”

He took the towel from earlier and brought it to the juncture of her thighs, gently wiping away his semen. “This wasn’t exactly how I imagined this ending.”

“It’s not over,” she said.

Luther took the towel and cleaned himself off, before turning to collect his clothes from the floor. Katie closed the clasp of her bra and searched for her panties.

“Is there something between you and Blake?”

The sudden question surprised her and made her spin around to look at him. “Why would you think there’s something between me and Blake?”

Luther shrugged. “He seemed hurt, as if you’d betrayed him.”

Katie rolled her eyes and reached for her panties, pulling them on. “Men! We’re friends. Have been for a long time.”

“Maybe he wants more,” Luther hedged.

Katie pulled on her jeans while Luther stepped into his pants and zipped up.

“Blake is under stress because Isabelle was his responsibility. He’s just lashing out.”

“You do know that we can hear you, right?” Blake’s voice came from the other side of the door.

Katie cursed. “Damn it, Blake, what part of privacy did you not get into your thick skull?”

A grunt was the answer, then footsteps shuffled away.

When she turned, she caught Luther grinning at her.

“What?” She walked to where her bloodstained shirt lay on the floor and picked it up.

“Looks like you know how to handle these guys.”

She gave a one-shouldered shrug and fed her arms into the sleeves. “They’re just big boys with toys. Underneath it they’re—”

“I can still hear you, Katie,” Blake warned from the hallway.

“Screw you, Blake!” she cried out. Maybe she was overreacting a bit, but damn it, Blake and the others had interrupted her at the height of sexual ecstasy and prevented her from feeling Luther’s bite. She felt cheated out of an experience that she’d been told was out of this world. Who wouldn’t be a tad pissy about that?