Page 41 of Love Bites Hard

Why did his skin always feel so good against mine?

He added, “I’m the problem. I’m aware. I hoped mating with a siren would help me escape from my past, but I’ve been in the dark for so long that your light fucking hurts.”

My chest tightened, and I opened my eyes. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“I know.” His lips brushed my bare shoulder, where he’d bitten me, and I shuddered. “No more nudity in front of my pack. You’re mine.”

“Just because you repeat that doesn’t make it true. It doesn’t mean I have to play along, either.”

His teeth scraped my shoulder, and his erection slid between my thighs when I arched my back. One of his hands lifted to my throat, cupping the black band around my neck lightly. “This mark makes it true. The bite, too. And do I need to remind you about the way I claimed you in front of my pack, Isabella? Youaremine.”

“I go by Izzy. If you want to bring that up, you’re technically mine too. And if you’re mine, I get to feed from you whenever I want. You can’t claim me without being claimedbyme too.”

He nipped at my shoulder again lightly. “You haven’t bitten me.”

“I’m a siren. I don’t bite.”

“The way you dug your nails into that chair tells me that I’ll wear your mark another way.”

My face flushed. “Screw off, bastard.”

“The only thing I want to screw is you.” He stepped forward, and I bit back a groan when the motion pushed his erection deeper against my ass.

“You’re insane.”

“I never claimed not to be.”

He stepped us forward again, and again.

My breasts met the tile wall, and I sucked in a breath. “You like taking me from behind, don’t you?”

“Iama wolf.”

“I’m not. If we screw, I’m going to feed on you. While you knot me, so you can’t pull away.”

He growled. “Isabella…”

“It’s Izzy.”

He pulled my abdomen away from the wall just long enough to slip his hand between my thighs, and I bit my liphardas he dragged a finger over my clit. “I don’t have to knot you.”

“You could finish on my ass,” I agreed. “But I don’t think you have the restraint to pull out. How many times did you get off when you knotted me? Six? Seven?”

“So fucking many.” He teased my clit slowly, and my entire body seemed to clench.

Shit, I wanted him.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

“No. You still abandoned me right after we had sex, and I know for a fact that wolves like to snuggle just as much as sirens.”

“I shouldn’t have done that. It was a mistake.” He dragged his finger over my clit, and I fought hard not to let myself buck my hips.

“Mistake or not, you don’t get to screw me without agreeing to let me feed from you whenever I want. Give me permission, and an apology for last night on top of it, or get out of my shower,” I gritted out.

Porter pressed harder against my clit.

He knew exactly how to make me crazy, and he’d learned way too fast.

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