Page 14 of Love Bites Extra Hard

He couldn’t resist my magic.

Just like I expected.

His claws were gone as his big, warm palm pressed hard against my abdomen, but he didn’t let it go any lower. His other hand was on my ribs, his body literally shaking with the effort of resisting me.

He wasn’t going to manage it.

When my magic hit him at its full strength, he was going to give in.

I pushed myself harder, and Sylvester bent over, his body shaking the same way Talon’s was.

Talon’s teeth brushed the place where my throat met my neck, and my eyes widened.

Was he going to bite me?

He couldn’t while my magic had control of him.

Could he?

I forced the rest of my magic free, pouring everything I had into it. Sylvester gasped out a curse. He was on all fours, crawling toward me as he swore and gritted his teeth.

Talon grabbed my center with one massive hand, grinding his palm against my clit in a way that made me bite my cheek to stop a moan.

His fangs sank into the place my neck met my shoulder as I bit down hard. My teeth cut through my sensitive flesh as the pleasure of his bite hit me.

Hard.

Far harder than the soothing magic of a vampire ever could.

It felt like electricity. Like life. Likeeverything.

I barely held back a cry of pleasure as my hips jerked through my climax, and I sucked in deep breaths. My magic faltered, then disappeared, as the satisfaction of controlling two deadly males vanished. I was left with nothing but the pure bliss of the best orgasm of my life.

I panted, still gripping the cell’s bars as I watched Sylvester recover from my magic.

Talon’s tongue dragged over the bite he’d given me, making me hotter. Saliva couldn’t heal wounds, but those ones—the bite of a possessive male—were meant to close fast anyway.

They were love bites, and our bodies reacted accordingly.

“Sylvester almost shifted,” I said. Ignoring what had just happened was probably for the best. I had no idea what it meant, and didn’t want to talk about it there. “My magic works on him.”

Talon growled, and didn’t release my hips. Not until I pulled back my magic entirely.

Even then, when he stepped away, he dragged me with him.

“Did it work?” Stella called, as she strode back to us. “I could feel a little of your magic, even from the end of the hall.”

“I’m strong for a siren,” I admitted.

It felt good to admit it to someone. To share what I’d known for so long, and had kept from my sisters.

As the remnants of my magic slipped back to the place they resided in my chest, my energy faded with them.

It was the middle of the night.

I had sacrificed myself to the dragon king, to protect my sisters.

And I’d had the best orgasm of my life when said dragon king bit me—while I tried to seduce a serial killer covered in scales.

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