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But his next words halted her train of thought. “Before
that, I want to eat your pussy. Would you like that?”

Not waiting for an answer, he removed the butt plug and came
forward to free her cuffs. Startled, she jerked upright when he turned her
around and pushed her on the bed. She parted her legs as he moved between them.
He adjusted her, hands gripping her hips, so that her ass lay at the edge of
the bed, her thighs balanced on his waist as he bent down. His warm hands
trailed upward, cupping, kneading her aching breasts.

His erection teased her clit and he hissed at the contact at
the same time as she. His palms tightened on her breasts and his fangs
elongated as she watched with a horrified fascination.

A low growl escaped his parted lips.

She’d expected him to kiss her, maybe even bite her during
her climax. But the sudden change in him seemed too much, too soon to process.

“First, I need to taste you so badly.”

His gruff voice sent a bolt of panic through her, even as he
descended toward her neck.

No!

Chapter Seven

Elena tensed, pushing on his chest, unsure if her refusal
echoed in her mind or if she’d really screamed. Dreading the unexpected prick
of his fangs, she scrunched her eyes. Panic clawing her throat, she lashed out,
wanting, no, needing some air.

His hands moved to her shoulders, soothing her, steadying
her. “Look at me, Lena.”

She dug her nails into her palms. “No!”

“Please?”

She shook, whimpered, even as his voice coaxed her to open
her eyes. His gaze was intent, focused on her, but the expression on his face
melted her heart. The raw tenderness calmed her insides and she realized his
fangs had receded.

He looked as pained as her, and maybe more.

“What happened, Gregory?”

“You!”

Her bewilderment must have shown on her face, for he took a
deep breath and ran his hands over his already mussed hair, his eyes bleak.
“You brought out the bloodlust in me.”

“I don’t understand. How?”

He caught her face between his palms, kissing her forehead.
“I keep my need for blood and my sex separate. Since the day you called—from
the moment I heard your voice—I’ve been possessed. Possessed by this need for
you, this constant urge—to fuck you and to taste your blood.”

Oh God! It meant she’d enticed him through the phone. The
thrall she’d kept under wraps managed to entice him to seek her out. What had
she done?

Tears blinded her eyes. She tried to pull away from his
grip.

“Don’t twist. I’m controlling myself with a lot of effort as
it is.”

His words had no impact on the terror spreading through her.
She didn’t want to harm him further. If he fucked her, came inside her, he
could very well die. And she couldn’t lose the only person she’d come to care
about.

He needed to go. Now.

“Lena. Please!” His sharp voice splintered her mind-numbing
fear. She focused on the rough timbre of his words, trying to calm her
breathing. She glanced into the rugged, handsome face that’d become so dear to
her in a couple of hours. His full lips moved. He was still speaking? The buzzing
in her head subsided as she concentrated on him. “Listen to me. Try to
understand what I’m saying.”

Even while his words ignited her own doubts, she asked, “Is
this, what you’re experiencing, normal?”

Please tell me it’s not my siren’s curse at work.

“The legends of one woman capable of exciting and yet taming
the monster inside us are rumored to be true. There’re so few vampires around
and none I know has found their mate—or whatever.”

She fervently hoped it was true. The need to connect with
someone burned within her so much that in her heart she understood what he
meant. And she wanted to be his. She’d liked Gregory as a friend, had enjoyed
his sexual innuendoes and now melted under his strong touch. Somewhere along
the line, he’d not only breached her defenses, but touched her heart as well.

One question still clamored for her attention and she
hesitated, wondering how to ask him.

His steady gaze didn’t waver from her face. “Go on, ask me.”

Was she really that easy to read? “If you drink my blood,
will I turn into a vampire?”

“No.”

“That’s possible though?”

He smirked. “Why? Are you offering to become one?”

“Gregory!” She swatted his arm and waited, wondering if he’d
avoid a reply.

He placed a soft kiss on her nose and adjusted himself
before answering. “The blood-exchange is as detrimental to the vampire as to
the human they’re converting. No one would dare attempt it—they haven’t in
decades.”

His expression took on a faraway cast as he continued, “We
don’t want to upset the natural balance of nature by creating more vampires or
by killing humans.”

And attract attention in the process
, she completed.
Made sense. In a similar way, she’d avoided contact with others to keep herself
away from harm. A self-preservation instinct, to survive.

“Are you sure no harm will come to you by—by fucking me?”

“You’re the only person who can keep my hunger under wraps,
satiate my lust. And I’m not spouting nonsense to get into your panties. Though
I’d eventually love to,” he replied with a wink.

Suddenly his fangs didn’t seem as terrifying as the hopes
crashing within her, roaring to be heard.

She hadn’t had a single person who really cared for her as
an individual, apart from her long-dead parents.

Had it been a couple of centuries already?

Memories were all she had to cherish. Her father, a human
who possessed the rare ability to resist a siren’s voice, had apparently wooed
and married her mother. Elena had been eighteen when her father passed away and
her mother had died of heartbreak, leaving her alone in the world.

As a young woman with dreams of happily ever afters, she’d
learned her lesson the hard way when everyone she spoke to became enamored by
her, unable to resist the allure.

Some even tried to force her, and any protests she made only
inflamed them more. Whatever happened wasn’t their fault. Having only her voice
to blame, she’d learned to defend herself soon enough.

In time, she’d learned to pretend.

People seemed more compassionate to a dumb-girl, drifting
through town. And she’d done every odd job she could, learning by night,
keeping pace with the changing world. She’d always enjoyed handcrafting and
creativity. Her small home business had expanded and technology had helped her.

She’d convinced herself she had been satisfied. Not anymore.

She wet her lips, watched his dark eyes glint and fixate on
her tongue. “Can I ask you something?”

His head whipped up and he grinned. “Sure. I have a question
for you as well. But you go first.”

“How is it, being a vampire? How did you become one?”

Gregory stared for a few seconds, at a loss for words to
answer her.

The darkness pulsed as potent as a live thing inside his
head, but being near her calmed him down to some extent. As soon as his arousal
increased, the monster threatened to overtake his common sense. He hoped once he
fucked her, the dark part of him would recede. But he needed to alleviate her
fears first, earn the trust she’d given him so freely.

He sat cross-legged beside her on the bed, moving to play
with her breasts. She swatted his hand away and fixed him with a glare.

He blew her an air-kiss, trying to sort out his jumbled
thoughts. He’d been a warrior once, bloodied in a battle, just as his then
beloved feared. On the cusp of death, he’d been converted into a vampire. When
he regained his senses, he was appalled to find the truth—

“My lover had not only been a vampire, but she gave her life
to save mine.”

Since then he’d dropped the sword and taken up business
instead. What did they say? Once a warrior…

She ran a hand over his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“I—” He cleared his throat and laced his fingers through
hers, suddenly grateful for her silent comfort. “It was a long time ago, and
since then, my work is everything to me.”

“I know that.” Her smile came out more a grimace.

He understood her all too well. He could boast of a
multi-million dollar profit from his company, handling everything from
high-tech electronics support to confidential helplines, with several thousand
employees working under him; still, he couldn’t actually call any of them
friends. Of course, he had a couple of acquaintances among vampires. The
younger vamps worked for his nocturnal helpline and the older vampires, like
him, still wary of the centuries-old massacre, stayed as aloof as possible. Any
sort of friendship that evolved over centuries of watching each other’s backs
was complex. It also didn’t allow for the participants to have an easy
camaraderie that allowed them to mingle or swap stories over a round of drinks.

Partially it was his mistake too. A loner by choice, he’d
expended all his energy in his professional life. Until the day he’d heard her
voice and lost his head.

“You’re really brave,” she said, her voice reflecting her
sincerity.

The admiration in her gaze unearthed something warm and
gooey in his chest. “Me? I don’t think so. I’ve just learned to adapt.”

“No.” She sidled closer, placing her face on his shoulder.
“Running the helpline, giving immortals a chance to connect.”

“Ah, that?” He smiled. “It’s not as glamorous as it sounds.
We hit the jackpot with maybe one or two real immortals among thousands of
calls. A friend owns a few nightclubs and he has an underground club reserved
for others like us. Once I ascertain their identities, I just direct them to
the club and my job is done.”

“Still brave,” she declared, moving away from him with a
shove.

“Or maybe I just like to break hidden rules,” he countered.
He trailed a finger over her nipple. “Enough about me. Now it’s my turn.”

Closing her eyes, she sighed. “Yeah?”

“Did you wear panties?”

She stared at him, letting out a snort. “Of course, I did, I
do! Every single day.”

He traced her lower lip with a finger. “Whenever you called
me?”

Her seductive smile coupled with a slight shake of her head
made his heart hammer. She’d been without panties the entire time she’d spoken
to him? Every night?

He descended on her, his lips hard and demanding. Relentless
in opening her mouth and seeking her tongue. She tasted of cinnamon and spice,
sending a stab of lust to his hardened, beyond-pain cock. He needed her now,
darkness be damned.

Her taste spread into his system and he hungered for more.

His cock probed the juncture of her thighs and she spread
her legs farther, inviting him in without hesitation. He pulled back and
glanced at the place where their bodies joined—or rather readied to join.

She gave a choked cry of protest when he gave a peck on her
open lips, which soon changed into a needy whimper as he trailed to her neck.
Her heated breath as he swept his tongue at the sensitive spot made his fangs
throb.

“Bite me.”

Her strangled whisper gave him pause. She offered her neck
to him, clearly wanting more. His heart raced at her inherent submission to his
dark desires.

“Not yet, my sweet,” he assured her. “But soon.”

Lights exploded behind Elena’s closed eyes as his fangs
scraped her skin.

His promise whispered across her mind, taunting her with
unbidden promises. He moved downward, burying his face in her sex. Her legs
balanced on his shoulders, he cupped her buttocks and spread her. She felt
something—the buttplug or his finger—probing her ass and she took a deep
breath, relaxing, trusting him with her pleasure.

His fingers moved upward, skimming the sides of her breasts,
the light touches contrasting with the determined slide of his tongue on her
clit. Her blood thrummed, rushing below to the point between her thighs. She
convulsed and her ass clenched on the butt-plug he’d pushed in her.

She opened her eyes when he let her legs drop on the bed. He
lifted his head, his gaze hot on her. She moved backward on the bed until the
pillows cushioned her head. His eyes flared as if approving of her choice. She
realized why when he blanketed her body with his, his fangs scraping her neck.

This time, she realized, there was no stopping. With a soft
sigh of satisfaction, she welcomed him into her arms.

His cock nudged her thighs apart, teasing her clit.

“Open for me.”

She did and he pushed forward. The head of his erection
slipped into her and her breathing all but stopped. A furious tingle started at
her sex, spreading to her ass.

“Yes. When I sink deep into your dripping pussy, you’ll see
how erotic double penetration is.”

His hoarse whisper fueled her need, caressed the aching
place within her that begged to be filled.

Muscles taut, he balanced on his hands, staring down at her.
She placed her palms on him, touching, gripping, enjoying the sinews rippling
under his silken skin. He pushed forward. She jerked under him, unable to
control the way her hips rose to meet him.

“More?”

His question made her whimper. “Yes.”

He slid another inch into her, holding her at bay with a
firm grip on her waist, as if waiting for something.

She understood then what he wanted. Words clogged her
throat. “I need to feel your cock filling my pussy.”

The moment her words left her mouth, he plunged all the way
in. Lightning bolted through her as she clutched his hair and pulled him down
for a kiss, a harsh cry escaping her lips as she hurtled into the unknown,
where only sensations remained. His hands tangled in her hair, angling her lips
until he possessed them in an erotic dance. Wild and yet free.

Exhilarating.

Her climax seared her and she quaked under his powerful
body, which barely moved on her.

Their kiss was desperate and his inner beast surged to the
surface. Her tongue mated with his, even as she pulled him deeper, her pussy
gripping, fisting him.

Greg absorbed her heat, pushed into the maddening whirlpool
of the storm, which strangely felt as comforting as home.

His blood roared in his ears and the insane need to feed, to
mark her as his, drove him senseless. Her tongue tentatively nudged his fangs
and he jerked into her wet folds. Her thighs trembled around his waist as she
came down from her hard climax. And then he started moving within her.

He gripped her hips, pulling her close, until her breasts
mashed against his chest, her nipples hard and digging into his skin.

She moaned, long and loud. The sound pushed him to tunnel
into her, desperate to keep her floating, to keep her in a constant state of
bliss while he sought his.

Her fingers clawed at his back, marking him, and he reveled
in the sensations, drowning in her. He took over the kiss, absorbing her gasp
of surprise and arousal into him. She jerked as he bit her lower lip, tugging
it into his mouth. He went below, to the soft skin of her jaw and to the pounding
pulse at her neck.