Page 19 of The Love Bitten Series: Vol 2

Amaia gasped, and when I pulled back, her face was ten shades of red, and I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. Her violet eyes had darkened to nearly black, and hunger for my gorgeous consort hit me hard.

A second later, we were standing beside our bed, and I set her on her feet.

“I love you, my darling.”

“Forever.”

EXTRA EPILOGUE

AMAIA

Liam had brought me to many places in the years since we’d found each other, and I had always enjoyed London. But this trip held more meaning than the other times we’d visited.

“Don’t be nervous, darling. We’ll have plenty more chances if we don’t win this year.” Liam pulled my back against his chest and met my gaze in the mirror just as I finished putting on my lipstick. “That’s one of the advantages to immortality, after all.”

Bancroft Barrels and Tap had built quite the name for itself over the years, and our small batch single malt was up for the World Whiskies Award. We were in London for the ceremony, which luckily was held at night so it was easier for us to attend. Getting all dressed up to celebrate the success of our distillery was thrilling, but also nerve-wracking.

“I know.” I turned in his embrace to smile up at him. “But I’m so proud of the single malt. I really want it to win.”

He cradled my cheeks in his palms. “It’s the best batch we’ve ever made, which is due to your impeccable taste. If they don’t select it as the global winner in its category, then the judges are a bunch of fools.”

“You give me too much credit.” I went up on my toes to brush my lips against him, but as I pulled away, he gripped the back of my head to hold me close. Crushing his lips against mine, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with mine.

When he finally lifted his head again, my eyes were heavy-lidded with passion and my panties were damp.

“There is no such thing as giving you too much credit,” he disagreed, smoothing out my hair in the back with his fingers. “You didn’t just fill my life with color and passion, you made me a better man all around. I can’t imagine how bleak my life would have been if you hadn’t found me, darling.”

“Neither can I.” I shook my head with a soft laugh. “And to think, we discovered we were destined to be together because I accidentally knocked over a glass of whiskey.”

“It’s only fitting that we should win tonight.” He held his arm out to me and led me to the door of our suite.

The hotel we were staying at was owned by daywalkers—which came with lots of perks, including blackout blinds on all of the windows—and was next door to the hall where the ceremony was being held. So we didn’t bother teleporting and took the elevator down to walk to the venue. Right before Liam opened the door for me, he murmured, “If we don’t win today, we will eventually. When I finally figure out how to come close to the sugar and sunshine flavor that is uniquely yours.”

My cheeks were still pink as we walked inside and were greeted by other distillers we knew. After we mingled with everyone, we found our seats and sipped on some delicious double cask—with hints of honey, citrus, and ginger—while we waited for the ceremony to begin. We also took full advantage of our telepathy, conversing back and forth while those around us were none the wiser. At least until it took a sexy turn.

You look so damn hot tonight. I must confess that I’m tempted to teleport us out of here and back to our room so that I can slam my thick cock into your perfect pussy until you clamp down around me, screaming my name while you milk the come from me.

His dirty talk made me choke on my drink, and Liam acted as though he had no clue what was wrong with me. Taking my glass from my hand, he set it aside and gently patted my back. “Are you okay, darling? Should I get you some water?”

“I’m fine.” I cleared my throat to ease the burning sensation. “Just went down the wrong tube.”

I’ll be the one going down…on you when I devour your pussy later tonight.

Placing my napkin back on my lap, I surreptitiously reached over to squeeze his thigh.I’m already a sticky mess and can’t take much more of your teasing.

“Better to sip it. Slowly.” He lifted his glass to his lips and took a small taste. “Mmm, delicious.”

More of your sugar and sunshine for me to enjoy later.

I was seriously considering teleporting us out of there myself when the editor of the magazine who hosted the annual awards tapped the microphone to get everyone’s attention.

Saved by the bell.

Liam’s deep chuckle filled my head.For now.

His hand slid down to wrap around mine, and he gave me a gentle squeeze when our category was announced. I held my breath, and then let it out on a big sigh of relief when the winner was announced. “Bancroft Small Batch Reserve Single Malt!”

Liam surged to his feet, pulling me up with him as we accepted the congratulations of the people seated nearby. Then he pulled me in for a tight hug, pressing a kiss to my neck before whispering, “Something else to celebrate.”

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