Page 31 of Love Bites

I gasped when he ground his hand against my clit, making my hips rock harder. “Shut up and get me off, Damian.”

He chuckled, his voice low and rich. “I’m going to jerk off to those words tonight.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“I’d like to see you stop me. Now, quit talking and come for me, little siren.”

I laughed breathlessly—then cried out when he worked me harder, until I was clenching around him as I lost control completely.

He kissed my throat again, straightening as he continued to tease my clit lightly while I came down from my high. Then, he kissed my knee.

“There’s glitter on your lips,” I said, my breathing still unsteady.

He licked my knee. “Now it’s on my tongue, too.”

“You really do want people to think you went down on me.”

“I want people to know that you’re taken.” He dragged his thumb lightly over my clit, making my hips jerk. “And is this really that different from going down on you?”

No, it wasn’t.

“Your blush answers that question for me.” He licked my other knee, then gave my clit one last stroke before he slid his hand out slowly.

My core clenched around nothing, my body already missing him the moment he was gone.

He lifted his hand to his lips and licked my pleasure off his fingers, glitter and all. My breathing picked up again.

I should’ve asked for three orgasms.

“This doesn’t change anything,” I said. “I still think you’re an asshole, and I still don’t want a mate.”

His gaze was on me as he finished licking his fingers clean and ran them down the inside of my thigh. “I don’t expect anythingto change, but this is permanent, little siren.” He lifted his slick fingers to the mark I’d put on his throat. “You belong to me.”

“Andyoubelong tome,” I said.

“That’s right. If you hear anyone say otherwise, you make that clear.”

“When was the last time you had sex with Missy? I feel like that’s an important thing to consider, here.”

“I’ve never had sex with her.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I won’t ever lie to you. And you already don’t like me, Blair. I have no reason to tell you anything but the truth.”

That… was valid logic, actually.

His answer wouldn’t have changed my opinion of him, even if he said he screwed her that morning.

“Why is she so insistent, then?”

“Our parents arranged a marriage when we were kids. I refused as a teenager, and they shredded the contract. Missy keeps bringing it up anyway.”

“Are your parents still alive?”

“No, they passed away fifty years ago now.”

I winced. “I don’t think I want to know how old you are.”

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