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She lowered herself to sit on the bed then scooted her way back until she was positioned dead center on the mattress. Fighting back nerves and embarrassment as her bare body jiggled, she lay back, raised her arms above her head, and positioned her legs so they were slightly bent and ready to welcome him in between them. The entire time, he watched her. His face flushed. His eyes heavy. His breathing a rough staccato.

Still, he didn’t do what she thought he would. He didn’t immediately cover her with his body. He stood there, looking tortured, jaw clenching, temple throbbing.
“Sure?” he asked, as if even the effort to string two words together was now beyond him.

How could he even ask? All she wanted was for him to be the type of lover he couldn’t help but be, even before he was a vampire. Dominant. Aggressive and rough.

Well, as she’d told him before, she was willing to do whatever it took to get what she needed. She knew how to drive him to the edge. He’d admitted he liked it when she talked dirty. She’d also sensed how turned on he’d gotten when she spoke Spanish. So …

Arching her back slightly and parting her legs just a bit more, she said, “Fuck me, Ty.
Le deseo. Dentro de mí. Jódame duramente
. Please.
Tome mi cuerpo entonces toma mi sangre
.”

His eyes flared as he took in her words.

I want you. Inside me. Fuck me hard
.

Take my body, then take my blood
.

He growled. His fangs sprang out but she barely got a glimpse of them because he was moving too fast. Her breath whooshed out of her as he covered her, pushed his body between her thighs, wrapped her hair around his hands, and lifted her up to meet his marauding mouth.

Ty pushed his tongue into Ana’s mouth even as he managed to not plunge his dick into her core or his fangs into her throat. For now, kissing her was enough. He wanted to commit to memory every single thing about her. The texture of her sweet tongue. The slick heat of her mouth. The tangy sweetness that left a hint of something dark and mysterious, something he was determined to capture. He opened her mouth wider, moved his tongue deeper, and caressed her face with his thumbs.

His body was screaming for him to touch more of her, to suck her nipples and finger her pussy and lick his way down to that hard pearl at the apex of her thighs.

But he kept kissing her anyway. Couldn’t seem to tear
himself away from the lovely mouth that had spoken such dirty, dirty words, blowing his control to shreds.

Ana, however, didn’t seem to have the same problem. It was as if she heard his body’s pleas and set out to answer them. Even as her mouth gave right back to him, her hands stroked down his arms, back, and ass. And her body … Fuck! Her body.

She writhed and twisted, smashing and rubbing her breasts against his chest, gripping his hips with her thighs and using them to pull herself up and rub herself against his aching cock. He wasn’t quite in the juncture of her thighs, but she kept focused on her goal until … yes! … his length slipped between her thighs and was immediately covered with her creamy arousal.

She moved back and forth, riding his cock, driving the head against her clit only to send it sliding back toward her ass then back again.

He ripped his mouth away from hers and groaned, “Oh, God. Oh, Ana. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

She had a pained expression on her face, as if the pleasure she was feeling bordered on too much, but she smiled. “I love the feel of you, too.”

He kissed her briefly, then couldn’t resist her sweet breasts for a second longer. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, gently, then harder, even as he rolled the other between his fingers. She whimpered, gripping his head with one hand as if to keep him in place. He wanted to tell her he wasn’t going anywhere, but he didn’t want to give up the morsel in his mouth, not even for a second. He hummed and purred and told her what he needed to with his hands.

She was still grinding against him, but he lifted up slightly, then pushed her knees up and out so she was open to him. He slid his hand between her thighs. With two fingers, he stroked through her wet folds, immediately
noticing the hitch in her breath and the way she tensed up.

Given she hadn’t had a problem with his cock rubbing against her, it surprised him. Carefully, he watched her face as he penetrated her with both fingers, slowly but thoroughly.

She was really tight and he had to work to even get his fingers inside her. She didn’t protest, but she trembled. And he saw the flash of fear on her face.

“What’s wrong? Why does this scare you?”

She swallowed hard and he waited for her to deny it.

To his surprise, she didn’t.

“I was raped when I was sixteen. He used his fingers. His—his hand. He pinched and scratched. I—I usually don’t let men—”

He withdrew his fingers only to slide them inside her again.

Her face grew even redder and she bit her lip. They seemed to be signs of her ratcheting arousal, but …

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Do you want me to be gentle? Go slow?”

She hesitated. Shook her head again.

“Say it,” he commanded. “Because you asked me to fuck you hard. Have you changed your mind? I don’t want there to be any doubt.”

“No, Ty,” she said. “I want everything you can give me. Don’t hold back.”

He thrust his fingers inside her again, testing out what she was saying. She gasped, but arched up when he pulled back, clearly not wanting him to stop.

So he gave it to her again. And again, eventually hooking his fingers and bumping up against her pleasure spot. Her eyes widened and she shouted out, clearly surprised by the influx of sensation.

“Good?”

“More. I want more.”

“You want my tongue on your clit? Because that’s what I want. So bad, Ana.”

“Do it,” she whimpered.

He shifted position. A second later, his fingers still working inside her, he used his tongue to lap at her, groaning at the familiar sweetness of her juices. She was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Better than all the human blood he’d drunk since he’d been turned.

“This is what feeds me,” he said. “This is what I want. This is—” His words became muffled as he pleasured her.

She was thrashing around, forcing him to hold her hips down. He wanted to push her over the edge, but her body grew more and more tense, and even though she was into everything he was doing to her … it didn’t happen. She didn’t come.

He sensed she couldn’t.

Or, whether she knew it or not, that she wasn’t letting herself.

He surged up and was momentarily blinded by the sight of her fingers caressing her own breasts. Taking her hands in his, he pinned them above her head and nudged his cock head against her opening. Her eyes widened at being restrained, but she didn’t fight him. “I’m going to take you now. Your blood and body, just like you asked. And you’re going to give them to me. No holding back. You’re going to take the pleasure I’m going to give you. Only for you.”

Before she could respond, he pushed into her even as he pushed up on his arms so he could watch her swallowing him up. Her tight muscles fought him, not making it easy, but he kept going, pushing strongly and steadily into her, feeding her more and more of himself as her eyes became more and more dazed with pleasure.

Finally, he was buried to the hilt and his arms shook
as he tried to fight back his own orgasm. He was close. So close. But his own pleasure didn’t matter. Not until she had hers.

She wanted it, too. She was going after it, without any more urging from him. She was shoving her hips up then down, riding him with a look of wonder on her face. Every move she made jacked up his own bliss, forced him closer and closer until he had to reach down and pinch the base of his dick tight, to stop himself from exploding.

Her eyes met his, and as she continued to work against him, she caressed her throat and whispered, “Please.”

Softly. Politely.

“Oh, baby.” He lowered his face and inhaled, as if he could actually smell her blood along with her arousal.

He licked her throat, teasing her and himself. Once. Twice. Then he plunged his fangs into her.

That was all it took. The first drop of her blood on his tongue, and he was coming, spurting his seed inside her. Shouting out.

And relishing the fact she was coming and shouting, too.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE

Bobbie cowered in front of his boss. Shadows crossed the
cramped office where he sat. His boss strode from one end of the room to the other, the pacing a clear indication of irritation. The male human in the corner, shuddering and bawling like a baby, still had blood trickling down his neck from where Bobbie’s boss had drunk. The room smelled acrid and bitter—blood and piss and fear and vomit. And shit.

Not how Bobbie had thought a vampire feeding would smell. Where was the glamour? The allure?

Weeks had gone by since he’d reported on the man/vampire who’d been messing with Ana Martin, and he’d heard nothing from his boss. So why the sudden visit?

“Are you absolutely certain the vampire you saw with Ana was attacking her? Harassing her?” his boss asked.

Bobbie sucked it up.

“He was harassing her, like I told you.”

“I hired you to spy on the woman. To report back to me immediately if anyone messed with her. I have something you desperately want. And now I need to know the truth. Not just a repeat of what you think you saw, but the truth. Was this vampire harming Ana? Or was something else going on?”

In the corner, the man who’d served as a human drinking fountain gurgled and flailed about. Bobbie’s boss ignored him. With one wet sigh, the man lurched upward,
then collapsed back to the polished wood floor, his eyes open. Staring. Unseeing.

Dead.

The way Bobbie would be unless his boss could find it in his heart to forgive him for whatever mistake he’d made. An irrational giggle burbled in his chest and he fought against it. He’d do better to throw himself on his boss’s mercy. Death was next, unless he gave his boss exactly what he’d asked for.

“Maybe I misunderstood his, uh, his intentions,” Bobbie babbled.

“Meaning?”

“She coulda liked it. I mean, kind of. Like, how some guys get all testosterone-filled and come on to a babe by getting in their face. Some girls like being manhandled and stuff. You know, like those S&M freaks.”

His boss hiked a hip against the wooden desk and stared down at Bobbie. “Are you saying that my
friend
Ana is into that shit?”

Fuck! Frenzy tore inside Bobbie’s chest, his heart pumping so loud people in the next county over could surely hear the beats. How deep of a hole could he dig for himself? “No! Just that I had this, uh, this sense, that maybe she liked it. Like he was, I dunno, coming on to her in some weird way.”

“You mean the vampire was
flirting
with Ana?”

Bobbie nodded, his head bopping up and down like a yo-yo. What else could he do? The vampire in front of him had wanted his opinion. Not just the facts, but his feelings on what had happened. And what he’d just said was the truth. There was something odd about how the weak vampire had acted with Ana. Something almost erotic. “Maybe. I think in a way she liked it. Liked how he held her down.”

“So you told me a lie.”

Oh, crap. He’d fucked up, hadn’t he? Completely
screwed his chance of becoming a vampire. He cast a quick glance at the corpse in the corner. Maybe he’d even screwed up his chance to come out of this meeting alive.

Desperately, he grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it down, exposing his jugular vein to his boss. He fell to his knees. “I fucked up. I get it. Go ahead, feed from me. I don’t deserve to be turned into a vampire. I’m nothing.” He cast another glance at the human in the corner, pale and lifeless.

If this was the end for him, so be it. He only hoped he didn’t shit in his pants like the dead dude. At least he’d die doing something worthy. Feeding a vampire.

“Get up,” his boss snapped out, then kicked him. “You’re worth more alive than dead. For the moment.”

Relief flooded through him. Bobbie stood, uncertain of what to expect.

“So do you think she liked the vampire?”

Wanting more than anything to be helpful, Bobbie nodded forcefully. “She wasn’t disgusted by him, at least.”

“And she knew he was a vampire?”

“I—I don’t know. I’m sorry.” Stupidly, Bobbie glanced at the door.

His boss came closer. “Stay there.”

Bobbie nodded, then waited, standing with shaking knees until the vampire pulled out a photograph from a drawer in the wooden desk.

“Look closely. Is this the vampire you said was flirting with Eliana Garcia?”

Carefully, Bobbie examined the photograph. He nodded. “That’s him. Same guy—I mean vampire.”

“In that case,” his boss said, voice gentle, “this changes everything. He killed a former acquaintance of mine. A man named Louis. I want to know if Louis deserved it. He was a hothead.”

Bobbie shrugged nervously.

“He was there with several friends,” his boss continued. “Members of the gang. Find those men. Talk to them. Tell me what they know about Ana and the man named Ty.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX

The next morning, Ana woke to an empty bed, fully aware
of everything that had happened the night before. Of course, the main event wasn’t Ty sprouting fangs and killing a man, but the two of them making love.

Now didn’t she just have her priorities straight?

Stretching, she winced at the tiny aches that twinged through her body, the feeling of being thoroughly used but in a good way. The sensation was very interesting. And as foreign to her as some of the acts she and Ty had engaged in.

Adorar Ty había sido celestial
. It had been the most amazing experience of her life, and she didn’t even feel guilty about obsessing about it … until she heard the voices. Loud voices.