Page 29 of Love Bites

“The otherkings?”

“Leaders,” he amended. “We’re not kings.”

“You keep saying that, but it keeps being untrue.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You’re friends with the otherleaders?”

“Yeah. They’re assholes, but it comes with the territory.”

“Which ones could beat you in a fight?”

“On a good day, none of them.”

“And on a bad day?”

“Any of them,” he admitted. “We’re evenly matched, as annoying as it is. After you seal your side of the mate bond, I’ll introduce you to them.”

“Not before?”

His eyes darkened. “Not a fucking chance. Some of those broody bastards could use a siren in their lives, and they can’t have you. Or your sisters.”

“You’re possessive of my sisters now, too?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“You’re a packaged deal.”

“That’s true.” I ran a hand through my hair. “We’re already here, so I might as well kiss you.”

“Every man dreams of being kissed by a woman this reluctant,” he drawled.

I smiled. “We were never about lust, Damian.”

I could see the appreciation in his eyes as he lowered his lips to my throat and brushed them lightly over the band around my neck. “Maybeyouweren’t.”

“You didnotwant me in that nightclub.”

He barked out a laugh. “Like hell I didn’t.” His teeth slid into my throat, and I gasped, arching my back. My legs wrapped around his hips as his magic relaxed me and made me want him desperately, at the same time.

“You already drank from me today,” I breathed, my entire body flushed.

“Not enough,” he said against my throat.

“Are you sure it’s not just my magic?” I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him against me harder. His teeth sank in deeper, and I cried out, right on the edge of an orgasm.

Just before I could finish, he released me with a kiss to my throat and a swipe of his tongue. His bites seemed to heal instantly, unlike most of my injuries. I healed a lot faster than a human, but it was nowhere near instant most of the time. “Your magicmakes me want to fuck you, not bite you, little siren. And bloodlust is unmistakable.”

“What does it feel like?” I whispered, my chest rising and falling quickly as pain tightened my abdomen.

I needed a release, badly.

And I still hadn’t managed to peel my legs off his waist.

His eyes clouded a little. “Like you’re going to die if you don’t drink blood. But the more you drink, the more you need. It’s an endless cycle.”

“How does my blood make you feel?”

“Free.” The word was simple, but enough to make my chest ache.

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