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When he doesn’t bite, I ask again, “Aren’t you hungry, General?”
“Slowly dying of hunger, actually.” He bends and presses his lips over my pulse, a deep satisfied growl coming from his chest. “Which is why I have to take care. Come here, little siren.”
Nottuza takes my wrist and pulls me toward the overgrown weeping tree with massive, lush, thick, and long branches draping so low that Nottuza has to bend to pass under them.
Before sitting on the secluded bench, he flares out his coat, the red undercoat lining catching my eye.
“Nice coat.”
“Thank you.”
When I take his hand, he pulls me between his legs and looks up, only slightly because he’s tall, so we’re about the same height now.
“What are you wearing under your coat?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
Nottuza makes a strangled sound. “You’re punishing me.”
“I am.”
“That’s what I get for toying with a siren.”
“It gets worse,” I tell him and unbutton my coat. It slides off my body with a gentle thud. I perch on his lap and throw my arms around his neck.
Nottuza swallows hard, clearly trying to hold on to control, but failing. With a snarl, he bites my neck.
The pain lasts only a moment. Before I can even scream, a sensation as if my entire body is orgasming comes over me, the ecstasy making me moan and grab the back of his head and bring it closer to me.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him.
Nottuza draws from me with long pulls. My blood gushes into his mouth so hard, he’s nearly choking on it.
His arms hold me tightly so I can’t escape.
I have never felt more trapped.
And yet, at the same time, I have never felt more free.
Nobody makes me feel the way he does, and this includes making me come without touching me anywhere intimate.
Nottuza snarls as he pulls away, then laps at my neck, closing the wounds. Feeling a little dizzy from blood loss and euphoric from the orgasm, I slump in his arms. Bending over, he grabs my discarded coat and covers me, then presses my head to rest on his shoulder. I sigh blissfully.
“When will you arrive at the Winter Court for the wedding?” he asks.
I’m unsure I’ll even go, but I answer as if I am going because I don’t want to argue with him now. This is a beautiful night. One of my favorite nights ever. “On the morning of the wedding span.”
“Not before?”
“My brothers and I are arriving together.”
“And do you have a date?” he asks.
Oh my fates! I clear my throat. I must make the best of this. The siren in me demands it.
“As a matter of fact, I do. Commander D’Artaron will accompany me.”
“I’ll kill him.”
