Page 2 of Love Bites

Magical beings, in general, were more attractive than humans. We were stronger, our men were taller, and our power kept us physically healthy and toned no matter what we ate or if we exercised.

But this guy was something else altogether.

His eyes were a piercing shade of blue that somehow put me at ease, and his face was perfectly balanced. Not too sharp, and not too soft. He had light skin and dark hair cut precisely, and he’d styled it like it was art. The blue button-down shirt he had on was undone at the top, open just enough to be appealing without screaming,DOUCHEBAG.

Something about him looked kind of familiar, but I couldn’t figure out why.

“No problem. What’s an unmated siren doing at a nightclub?” he asked, looking more curious than anything.

I got the same question every time I left my house, so his curiosity didn’t surprise me in the slightest. There weren’t very many sirens, and most of us were treated more like objects than people much of the time. Usually, we were mated to powerful people very young to prevent us from being used and abused.

The woman on my other side turned toward me and set her hand on my thigh. I pushed it away, turning closer to the guy. He seemed to be able to fight the pull of my magic, at the very least.

I took another long drink of my water before admitting, “It’s been almost a month since I’ve fed. I had no choice but to come here.”

“That’s a long time to fight your nature.”

“My nature can go fuck itself.”

I finished my glass and set it back down on the countertop. The guy next to me waved the bartender down, and I thanked him when he brought me a fresh glass.

The bartender smiled, leaning over the bar toward me.

My magic would be working on him too.

I leaned away, and the guy next to me patted the bartender on the arm. “This one’s mine, Thor. Find someone else.”

Usually, the words would’ve set off an alarm in my head, but I could tell the guy was just trying to protect me. And I appreciated that.

The bartender grumbled, but turned around.

“Thanks.” I picked up my second glass of water, but didn’t drink it right away.

“No problem.” My protector studied me. “What’s your name?”

“Blair. You?”

“Damian.” The name fit. I liked it. “I’ve got a proposition for you, Blair.”

“Wow. And you were doingsowell.”

He chuckled. “Not that kind of proposition. You clearly don’t like feeding. Neither do I.” He flashed me a peek of his fangs, revealing himself as a vampire. “I can drink from blood bags to avoid it, but you can’t. If you need a food source tonight, I can be that. No strings attached, and no expectations to follow. My magic will make it less unpleasant for you.”

I studied him suspiciously, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He was right—vampire magic put their prey at ease while a siren’s riled up their food source. Even if he didn’t drink from me, I could benefit from his power and erase my hunger too.

“What’s in it for you?” I finally asked.

He lifted a shoulder. “I’ve never felt a siren’s magic before.”

I probably should’ve said no… but it seemed like a better option than waiting for one of my sisters to drag someone over to feed me.

So, I sighed. “Alright, deal.”

I set my glass back down and slipped off my stool, throwing a leg over his lap and taking a seat there. Kissing tall guys while standing was uncomfortable, considering I was barely 5’1”.

His erection didn’t surprise me in the slightest. My magic had that effect on people. At least Damian didn’t seem like he expected anything from me because of it.

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