Page 60 of Love Bites

“Kara’s research doesn’t matter compared to my gut, and my gut says I don’t need to feed that often.”

“Have you ever tried?”

“No.” I stroked her hipbone lightly with my thumb.

“Alright, you want to make a deal?” she asked.

“Depends on what you’re offering.”

Her nostrils flared. “If you agree to try drinking from me until you’re sated five days a week, I’ll let you feed me once a week.”

“No.” I lowered my mouth to her neck, dragging my tongue over my mark there lightly.

“If you’re not going to give me a counteroffer, you can go to your meeting alone and deal with their suspicion.”

“I’ll feed three times a week, if you feed once.”

“No. If you feed three times, you get to feed me every third week.”

My nostrils flared. “Little siren…”

“No, Damian.”

The way she said my name made me want to agree with her just to erase her anger.

“Every other day, then,” I said. “For one feeding a week. That’s fair.

“That’s only three times some weeks,” she pointed out.

I sucked lightly on her throat, earning a sharp breath in. “I’ve felt your magic luring me for days, woman. Once a week isn’t enoughfor you. You need at least two. Probably three. Every other day for me and one feeding for you is fair, even according to Kara’s ridiculous standards. Especially if you’re forcing me to drink until I’m sated. I’m a fucking endless pit.”

“It’s the injections that are making me so hungry. I think I have extra blood right now or something.”

“You can’t haveextra blood.”

“Feels like I can.”

I dragged my tongue over her throat, ignoring the way my fangs throbbed and my head started to ache.

I needed her.

But I couldn’t bite her until we had an agreement.

“Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday,” she countered. “In exchange for feeding me once a week. If you want two, you have to bite me on Tuesdays too.”

“Stubborn little thing,” I grumbled, dragging the tips of my fangs over her neck just so I could feel her shiver against me. “Am I allowed to fuck you when I bite you?”

“Depends how good you make it for me.”

I growled, dragging my thumb over that sensitive line on her throat again. “I hope that’s a challenge.”

“It is.”

“Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday it is. I won’t agree to more until I see how that affects you. And if I can prove that I don’t need more, you have to drop it.”

“Deal,” she agreed.

I kneeled in front of her, one hand still on her hip as I leaned in close to her core. The scent of her arousal was so strong, it felt like a fist around my cock.

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