Page 13 of Love Bites Extra Hard

“I’m going,” Stella said, and I heard her soft footsteps on the stone.

When I couldn’t hear her anymore, I fixed my attention on the man in the cell again, and tapped into the magic in my middle.

“I’ll need to feed after this,” I warned Talon. “You’ll have to find me a dragon to sink my teeth into.”

“The only throat available to you here is mine, Ave.”

It was a figure of speech, but he knew that.

Sirens were basically emotional vampires. We fed on emotions, and we did so by kissing, not biting.

“You’re going to change your mind,” I said, absolutely confident.

I finally pushed my magic forward, slowly at first. I didn’t want to alarm the prisoner. I didn’t want him to realize what was happening, at all.

Talon’s fingers dug into my hips lightly.

Sylvester’s eyes hooded, slowly. The scales on his lids lowered, and his body relaxed slightly.

My lips curved upward, just the tiniest bit.

The one time Ieverhad power over anyone was when I used my magic. And it wasn’t healthy, but it was always intoxicating.

I never let myself use it as much as I wanted to. I had never told my sisters the way it affected me, or the way I enjoyed it. They didn’t know my magic was stronger than theirs. They had no idea that I only allowed myself to feed once a week because of it.

I had quietly gotten a list of men who would be discreet from Egan, Hale’s right-hand man. I had to be particular about who I fed on. Who I fucked. Because when I fed, I became something and someone different.

But Talon?

He obviously liked to be in control. He hadn’t even been willing to let me sit on the roof of Vamp Manor because there was some tiny amount of risk.

When I drank from him, he would lose control entirely. And as soon as it was over, he’d regret letting me call the shots. I’d seen it happen far too many times for there to be any other outcome.Hell, I’d beenabusedfor it in the past, even after I was forced to go through with it.

Talon’s nails sharpened to claws as he gripped my hips tighter. He didn’t break the skin—but he was close.

I’d barely let my magic loose at all, and he was already being affected.

The bastard didn’t know it yet, but he was mine.

Mine, for the moment.

I thickened my magic slightly, and the prisoner sighed.

Talon pressed me into the cell harder, wedging his cock between my ass cheeks. My loose sweats didn’t block his access in the slightest.

His nails broke my skin, and I smiled.

His breathing grew ragged as I pushed more magic.

And more.

Talon snarled against my back.

I watched Sylvester closely. He slowly sank to the ground, spreading his legs wide. Everything was covered in a thick layer of scales, including his cock, so he wasn’t flashing me. If he was affected physically, he didn’t let it show.

I ramped up my magic a little more, and he groaned.

Talon cursed viciously, and I sucked in a breath when he shoved his hand in the waistband of my sweats.

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