Page 14 of Love Bites

Two of the guards opened the doors, and Egan all but dragged me inside. Though I was still on my feet, he was holding most of my weight.

My gaze moved over the large, mostly-empty room. Why was it so empty? It looked like a… well, a throne room. But where was the…

My eyes lifted up a few steps, and landed on a gigantic chair that looked like it was worth more than our minivan.

It was definitely a throne room.

My gaze finally landed on the man sitting on the edge of the throne, and I swear, my heart dropped into my stomach.

I knew that dark hair.

That blue, button-up shirt.

Those piercing eyes.

“Damian?” I asked.

“DamianHale,” the man on the throne said, his eyes moving slowly down my figure. “I’ve been looking for you, little siren.”

Shit.

Holy shit.

“You had my phone number and left my sisters and Istarving, so you must not have been looking hard,” I finally said.

He chuckled, not looking away from me for a moment. “Egan, clear the room.”

“She can hardly stand, Hale. Her sisters passed out in our guards’ arms half an hour ago.”

His eyes narrowed in on the place Egan was holding me up.

He was on his feet and down the stairs in a heartbeat, and then his arms were on my waist instead of Egan’s. “Wake them up and let them choose from the volunteers,” he said. “After you clear the room.”

Egan grumbled something that sounded like an insult, but he and everyone else filed out.

I looked past him, watching my sisters go. “What are you going to do to them after they feed? You still haven’t agreed to protect us.”

“I’m getting there.”

“I don’t see why everyone had to leave for you to—ohh.” I groaned into his mouth when his lips captured mine. My magic kicked in immediately, and his emotions flooded me.

Thrill.

Hope.

Desire.

Need.

Desperation.

Fear.

He still tasted amazing.

His magic relaxed me so much I couldn’t help but lean in, kissing him deeply as I took more and more.

I pulled away as soon as I could, panting near violently. My fingers were fisted in his shirt again, wrinkling the smooth fabric. His were in my hair.

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