Page 17 of Love Bites Extra Hard

“I like a woman who knows what she wants and takes it.”

Her smile grew sharper.

More wicked.

She grabbed the beltloop on my jeans and tugged me toward her, until I was on the bed and positioned over her.

“Shift back,” she said, her gaze hot.

I followed the command, lowering my cock against her. I heard the soft falls of a few more scales, but ignored them.

The last thing I needed was for her to ask questions about them.

“Roll over,” she ordered.

I grabbed her by the hips and rolled her with me, positioning her over my cock. The sharp side of a fallen scale was digging into my lower back, but after the way they’d cut my female, I deserved much worse than that.

“You like being in charge, A?”

“You have no idea,” she breathed, and kissed me.

The first brush of her lips wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. There was no wondering, or questioning.

It was taking. Demanding. Burning.

And the first pull of her magic?

It was electric.

The second was pure, unbridled pleasure.

The third was so good, I almost came in my fucking pants.

I had myself under control with the fourth. The bite of her hunger was ecstasy, but after my first exposure in the prison, I was better equipped to work with it instead of against it.

A brush of my hand under her sweater, over her bare ribs, eased my need.

She deepened the kiss.

I pushed her sweater up further and her top with it, exposing her perfect little breasts in the thin, unpadded bra she had on. I pulled my mouth from hers and caught her nipple between my teeth, over the sheer fabric. She sucked in a sharp breath, surprised that I’d managed to resist her complete and utter control.

I’d researched sirens, when the other kings started mating with them. I knew enough to be sure that when Avery said she was stronger than most, she meant that her magic was a wrecking ball. She never wanted another man twice because he couldn’t fight her magic—but I could.

And I would.

In every way she could ever want.

Her power felt good, but the forceful hit of her magic as she pulled my mouth off her breast and back to her lips was even better.

I let her have her way, kissing her brutally as she rocked against my cock. The scent of her need was getting much stronger. She was realizing that she could take what she wanted from me, but that I’d take what I wanted right back.

I pulled away long enough to tug her sweater over her head. Her top went with it, and her bra, too

The thing wasbarelya bra. I’d seen the points of those sexy little nipples through the thin fabric of her top the moment I’d walked through the room. Even if it hadn’t been cold, I would’ve come up with an excuse to get a sweater on her.

Her body was mine to see, and mine alone.

She recaptured my mouth and leaned into my touch as I grabbed those perky little tits, squeezing and kneading. She rocked against me. The scent of her desire, of her desperation, was so thick I was basically drinking it.

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