Page 3 of Love Bites

“I have a room here, if it would make you more comfortable,” he said, sliding a hand slowly up my lower back. The touch sent his magic moving through me, relaxing my body immediately.

Any vampire could get a room in any of Mistwood’s nightclubs if they filled out the paperwork. The nightclubs were made for them, after all. Owned by them, too. Their leader—he was a king, even if he refused to let anyone call him that—was well known for checking in on his clubs and vampires. I’d never met him, but he was supposed to be terrifying.

“It’s fine. Everyone around us already knows what I am anyway,” I said.

His magic continued easing the nerves in my abdomen. And as they eased, my hunger flared.

I grabbed his shirt by the collar. The fabric felt nice in my hands, but I chalked that up to his power too. “A girl could get addicted to the feel of your magic.”

“The right girl, maybe.”

His words didn’t set in, because as soon as he was done speaking, my mouth was on his.

His lips parted for me without hesitation. Our tongues brushed lightly, and I groaned at the taste of him. Not the taste of his mouth—though that was nice—but the taste of his emotions.

Amusement.

Excitement.

Desire.

My magic spurred them higher, devouring the surface-level feelings and digging in deeper until I found what I really craved.

Exhaustion.

Boredom.

Loneliness.

Pain.

Overwhelm.

I could feel one of his hands pressing into my lower back as we made out, pulling me against him harder. The other had made its way to my hair, and felt good gripping the strands tightly.

There was a sudden prick of pain on my lip, and I moaned when his emotions shifted abruptly.

Lust.

Need.

Pleasure.

Hope.

Someone shook my shoulder, but I barely felt it.

“The wolves are here, Blair,” a familiar female voice urged, and my shoulder shook again. “The Alpha showed up for Clem. We have to go, now.”

The wolves.

The Alpha.

Clem…

I ripped my mouth away from Damian’s.

His blue eyes blazed with bloodlust, and I ran my tongue over the cut on my lip. “You bit me.”

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