Page 15 of Love Bites Extra Hard

The whole situation was more than a little screwed up.

Exhaustion was officially setting in, but Talon’s grip on my waist didn’t falter.

“She needs to sleep,” he told Stella, and she nodded.

“We can try again tomorrow. He’ll be more vulnerable to the magic, then.”

“Or he’ll be ready for it,” I mumbled.

“Do people usually get better at ignoring a siren’s pull over time?” she asked me.

“Depends on the person. And the siren.” I closed my eyes, letting out a long breath. “We’ll make a plan. If I go in there naked, he won’t be able to resist me. I can deal with him touching me for a few minutes for the sake of?—”

“No.” Talon’s voice was hard. “You’re not going in his cell. That’s not on the fucking table.” He swept me off my feet and threw me over his shoulder. It didn’t hurt, but I made a noise of protest anyway. “I’ll bring her back down in the morning. Keep an eye on him and let me know if the bastard does anything different after feeling her magic.”

“Will do. Don’t forget to feed her.”

He didn’t respond, simply carrying me up the stairs.

four

TALON

Avery was fightingto keep her eyes open when I finally set her down on the bed in her room. I inhaled discreetly, making sure there were no other scents from curious dragons inside. I’d marked her bedroom as off-limits, but they didn’t always listen.

Everything that had happened in the last handful of hours was a mind-fuck.

Her offer to come with me, for the sake of preventing a war I’d never be stupid enough to start?

Much better than I’d hoped.

Landing on the roof and catching her scent? Having to fight to stop myself from taking her in my arms and pinning her to the nearest wall?

Disorienting, to say the least.

Losing my first scale and realizing exactly what she was to me?

It was enough to drive any sane male mad with lust. And given my job, I barely qualified as sane most of the time.

“We should talk about you biting me,” she murmured, adjusting her pillow as I straightened.

“There’s nothing to say. Your magic was strong. I was either going to bite you or fuck you, and I figured you’d prefer my teeth to my cock.”

Her eyes flashed with heat.

Interest.

Her scent changed with it, too.

The woman had been lusting after me since the first moment I saw her, and the feeling was mutual.

“Biting is supposed to mean something, Talon.”

I knew damn well what it meant.

It meant she was mine. Permanently. That no one else could have her. That there was a male who had claimed her, and anyone else who tried would have to deal with a big, angry fucker.

And it meant exactly that to me.

---