"You need to cool off, love" Damon said when a distressed whine broke from his mate. He pushed the plug into the clawfoot tub and ran the water, filling the bath with tepid water.

"I... don't... I want..." Clary didn't want a bath, she wanted skin contact with her mate. The need for it pushed her at Damon once more. She pulled herself in close, wrapping her arms around her Alphas neck and claimed her lips, swirling her tongue into her mate's mouth. Her brain was screaming yes when Damon hands came around her waist, pulling her closer, bringing every inch of their bodies together. She stopped breathing when she...