Page 16 of Love Bites

“I’m empathetic enough to your situation to give you some time to consider it. Wearing my mark on your throat willingly is enough for me right now.”

“Fine,” I repeated, the word coming out clipped. “Do your worst.”

He lifted one of his hands to my throat and pressed his palm to my skin lightly. When he leaned in, his lips brushed my ear as he murmured, “You are mine, little siren.”

The magic that accompanied the words rolled over my neck and down my chest. My body arched as it slowly spread over the rest of me, drawing me toward the man who’d just marked me as his.

Damian dragged his fingertips lightly over the sensitive skin there, and my hips jerked a little. With a soft growl, he pulled me against him harder.

He inhaled against the side of my throat—then without warning, bit down.

I gasped as the tidal wave of his magic crashed into me, flooding every part of me. Ultimate relaxation melded with hot, intense pleasure, and I grabbed his shirt to anchor myself again.

There was no pain, this time.

Not even a brief moment when he first bit me.

I felt nothing but calm desire, a monstrous swell of need, and the absolutefireof knowing I was exactly where I belonged.

In his arms.

Beneath his fangs.

Giving him what he needed.

When he released my neck, dragging his tongue over the mark he’d left on me, I finally started coming back to my senses.

I shoved him away again.

“Fuck you,Hale,” I snarled.

“If that’s an invitation, I accept,” he said without batting an eye.

Fury, outrage, and a little bit of sadness burned in my veins. “You can’t just bite me whenever you want.”

“I can, and I will. And you’ll do the same when you need to feed from me.”

“Go to hell.” My hands trembled, and I turned to storm out of the room.

He caught me before I reached the door, stepping between me and my escape route. His eyes were even brighter than usual, and his shoulders were relaxed in a way that surprised me. “You’re sharing my bedroom. Don’t try to convince me otherwise.”

“Any other helpful advice?” I bit out.

“Don’t run from me.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Our room’s on the top floor. Only one of the elevators can get you there. The black one, furthest from the entrance. Level fourteen. The code is 0615. If you’re not there when I go to bed, Iwillfind you.”

I growled, but bit back yet another useless argument.

He hadallof the power.

I turned to leave again—but he stopped me once more with a hand to my hip. I didn’t turn around, but he didn’t try to turn me around.

“You’ll want to go see the pool soon. The entrance is on the eleventh floor.”

When he released my hip, I finally managed to leave the throne room.

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