Page 16 of Love Bites Extra Hard

I just didn’t want her to know it. Not yet. Not when she still thought I’d abducted her to force her to mate with me.

“If you don’t have a problem with casual sex, I don’t see why casual biting should be any different,” I said instead.

Her scent thickened. “You’re attracted to me.”

That was such an understatement, it felt like a joke.

“Don’t pretend you don’t feel the same. I can smell how wet you are right now, Ave.”

“If I feed from you right now, we’re going to fuck,” she said, studying me.

My cock throbbed.

I liked that idea. A lot.

“Might have more control in the morning,” I forced myself to say.

She nodded. “Probably better to wait.”

I didn’t move, though.

I wasn’t sure I could.

Sleeping away from her would be difficult, to say the least.

“Can you get all scaly like he can?” she asked me.

She didn’t want me to leave either. Our attraction was all physical for the moment—but it would grow into more. It always did.

“Of course.”

“Can I see?”

“I’m not a zoo animal any more than I’m a pack mule,” I grumbled, but pulled my shirt over my head. She watched in fascination as I shifted my skin to scale. The scales were smaller in this form—more like a snake than a dragon.

None of us spent time with just our skin shifted. It was uncomfortable.

She lifted a hand to my scales and carefully dragged a finger over one of them. The sharp edge caught her sensitive skin, and a drop of her blood polluted the air.

I growled, lifting it to my mouth and sucking it clean.

She let out a soft breath. “We might as well just get it over with. Fuck it out of our system. I never want the same man twice.”

I scoffed.

If she had me once, she’d never want another male again. I’d ruin her for them.

And that was exactly what I wanted. Needed.

A few of my scales were uncomfortably loose. When I released her and dragged a rough hand over my chest, two of them fell. They’d grow back to their dragon size after a few minutes.

“If you want to fuck me, then fuck me,” I said, and her lips curved upward.

“You like a dominant woman, Tal?”

I likedher.

Whether she was dominant, submissive, or both, we’d both have the time of our lives when we were together. Fate wouldn’t allow it any other way.

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