Page 38 of Claiming the Dhampir

“Exactly,” Damon whispered, grabbing my waist and lifting me so I could straddle his lap. All the guys knew the moment my desire for them flared. It was irritating.

“That doesn’t help,” I grumbled, while grinding against his quickly growing erection.

“Yes, it does,” he countered. “Stop delaying.”

We’d already done this—the feeding part—so many times, but I still felt incredibly awkward. Damon insisted it was natural, but I still wasn’t okay with chewing on him.

Then get out of the way, Mir said. My willpower is toast after this morning.

I chuckled and mentally moved to the back seat. She wouldn’t hurt Damon—probably couldn’t. He seemed indestructible, which was exactly what we needed.

Thank you, Fate!

Mir leaned down and softly kissed that hard line of muscles Damon had running from his shoulder to his neck. He groaned softly, and my desire kicked up another notch. So did his. I squirmed on his lap, and his fingers dug into my hips.

I didn’t mind at all.

Mir left another trail of kisses before sinking her teeth in. I moaned as my demon’s chocolatey essence hit my tongue. He shouldn’t taste so damned good. We swallowed several mouthfuls before his skin closed, healing within moments. Just like every other time, Mir huffed in frustration. I appreciated the failsafe. It ensured we couldn’t really hurt him.

Mir moved up Damon’s neck and bit again. Damon’s hands slid off my hips, and his large palms grabbed my ass. He pulled me forward, creating even more friction between his hard cock and my desperate lady parts. I wanted him so bad!

Just fuck him already, Mir whined, moving to another spot on Damon’s neck.

He chuckled. I hoped it was because of Mir’s whining, not because he heard her comment.

When Damon healed again, Mir sat back and frowned at him. He smiled, and I could feel her frustration drain away immediately.

“Hello, little d’laej,” he whispered.

I was still happily camping out in the back seat, so I knew he was talking to my dhampir.

Mir’s frown returned, and Damon raised an eyebrow.

“My name is Mir,” she said, surprising me once again that she revealed her name. “Lorna is the little demon, not me.”

“Mir.”

Shivers ran through my body. Mir loved the sound of her name coming from him.

“Peace in many languages,” Damon continued. “It’s fitting. I like it.”

My dhampir smiled before mentally trading places with me. It felt so good to be accepted.

I reached out, sliding my hands around the back of Damon’s neck and into his hair. He pulled me closer, and I pressed my lips against his. He returned my kiss without hesitation and with the tenderness that I loved from him. He always amazed me with his soft touches and gentle caresses.

“I love you,” Damon whispered. “Both of you.”

Those words made my heart swell—not that I didn’t already know. Damon wasn’t shy about claiming me. I hadn’t expected him to say ‘I love you’ after I’d spilled my guts earlier. It hadn’t even crossed my mind that he should, but hearing those words from him felt amazing.

Before I could come up with a response, my bond with Kenrid flared to life. His worry and desperation hit me like a brick. I opened the bond to him and flooded it with relief and excitement. I switched to my connection with Elliott. He was a little apprehensive but not worried. I added him to the welcome party.

My guys were home!

Damon lifted me off his lap and stood, easily putting me on my own two feet. “Let’s meet them at the door.”

He leaned down and kissed my forehead before pushing me toward the elevator. I didn’t need to ask how he knew the guys were here. I had no doubts that my face said it all. Or maybe I projected my emotions to him.

The elevator doors slid open a moment later, and I rushed to meet my guys.

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