Page 26 of Love Bites

I meant it as a joke, but the look on Hale’s face told me he would absolutely murder everyone involved if that occurred.

“That was supposed to be funny. It’s never happened before, and I don’t think it’s actually possible, based on the way my magic works. Breathe, Hale. I was just saying that I’m hungry.”

“I’ll feed you,” the new guy blurted out, then cringed when Hale snarled at him. “I don’t know why I said that. He’ll feed you. Not me. I have a girlfriend.”

“It’s my magic’s fault. I can’t control it right now,” I apologized. “I can explain to your girlfriend if she’s worried.”

“You met her already. She understands, and she warned me,” he admitted, his face red.

“Oh, your girlfriend is his fiancé’s sister?” I gestured to Hale, whose forehead creased.

“Yeah, I’m Roscoe.” He lowered his voice and whispered to Hale, “Missy still tells people you’re engaged.”

Annoyance filled his expression. “How many fucking times do I have to have that conversation?” he pulled his phone out, and his fingers flew across the screen.

“Even that won’t stop her,” Roscoe warned, reading over his shoulder.

Hale paused, and considered it.

A wicked gleam filled his eyes, and he lifted his phone toward me.

“What are you doing?” I asked warily.

I heard what sounded like a camera taking a picture.

“That picture will turn people on,” Roscoe said matter-of-factly.

“Her existence turns them on.” He typed something out as I hurried across the room.

“Oh, that’s good,” Roscoe said, approving of the message before I heard the sound of it being sent.

“What did you do, Hale?” I demanded.

“I told you to call me Damian, little siren.”

“Damian is the name of someone who wouldn’t force me into mating with him.”

“I stopped you from reciprocating the bond, didn’t I?”

The question caught me off guard, but I distracted myself by taking his phone and reading his text instead of answering.

The group chat’s label said: VAMP MANOR HOMIES.

“Homies?” I drawled.

“Someone else made the group. No one will tell me who,” he grumbled.

My eyes nearly bulged when I saw a picture of myself in my wet shirt, my hair dripping as the fabric clung to my curves and showed off the glitter on my skin.

Below it, he’d written out a message.

Hale

Everyone, this is my mate, Blair. Apparently sirens can be glittery. I’ll have a good fucking time licking her clean tonight. Anyone who touches her loses a hand.

“What’s wrong with you?” I hissed. “You are not lickingany part of metonight.”

“The impact is the same anyway,” Roscoe explained. “He just marked you as his in every way to the whole Manor, and everyone else they know. Even Missy won’t be able to argue with that declaration.”

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