acquaintances. Truly, Reaper didn’t have friends. None of the Hunters did. Except for Grimm, he amended. Grimm and Quenton were friends or they had been. Reaper hadn’t seen Quenton around in the last few weeks, nor had he heard Grimm mention him.
Instead of prying, Reaper put on the gloves and leaned over the first page. None of his business, he told himself, just read the pages. The sooner they found answers the faster he could be out on the street doing what he did best.
* * * *
Hands moved down her body. Aislinn sighed as a mouth closed over a nipple and sucked. She ran her hands over a heavily muscled back, enjoying the sensation of hot male skin. She parted her legs as fingers delved and explored. She moaned as her clit was lightly pinched. Never before had she felt like this, never before had anyone touched her like this. She’s spent her life locked in a hospital, and though, she’d pleasured herself, no one had ever touched her before.
Lips and tongue replaced the hand on her most private place, and her eyes rolled at the sensations. He licked and sucked as she sobbed in need. Then his enormous penis was there, easing inside of her body. She spread her legs wide and clutched at him as he nuzzled her neck. His cock took her virginity as his fangs punched into her throat. She screamed as she came.
Aislinn sat bolt upright in bed, shaking. Dream. It was a dream. But her body throbbed and shook with unmet needs. She placed her hand over the spot on her neck, but there was nothing. No blood, no marks. Always in the past, when she’d dreamed, there had been terror and pain. This time, God, this time was so different.
Shakily, she climbed from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Shower, she thought, she’d take a shower. She’d wash away the dream and all the crazy emotions it brought up. But the emotions were also normal, she told herself. She’d been attacked by a vampire and rescued by a man she’d allowed herself to trust. She found out that the same man was also a vampire, and he had never hurt her. So, all of these jumbled emotions were just working their way through her psyche. That’s all it was.
She stripped off her clothes and climbed under the hot spray. Closing her eyes, she stood and let the water fall on her. Her muscles began to relax as she did the deep breathing exercises she’d been taught. They were supposed to calm her, and usually, they did a good job. This time, though, all it did was make her more aware of feelings the dream brought. Aware that between her legs was an empty, nagging ache. She clenched her legs together, and sensations zinged through her body.
Her eyes popped open, and she busied herself by pulling off the band that held the braid of her hair. Tilting her head back, she wet her hair thoroughly. The heavy mass brushed against her lower back, reminiscent of the fingertips from the dream. Why did her mind keep going there? It was normal. It had just been a while since she’d masturbated. Her body was just telling her it had been too long. She was a healthy female with needs. That’s all it was.
Her hands closed over her breasts and rubbed. Her nipples ached, and she wondered what it would feel like for a man to put his mouth there. Instantly, the image of Charon came into her head. No. Not possible. He was a vampire, he had fangs, he drank blood. But, jeez, he was sexy and big and so…male. It wouldn’t hurt to use him in her little fantasy. He’d never know, and in her mind, he could be anything she wanted.
She lifted her foot onto the seat built into the shower and ran her fingers between her legs. Aislinn leaned against the wall for balance as she rubbed her clit. The image of Charon appeared in her mind, and it was his hand she moved against. She pressed one finger into her body, and she felt the passage clamp around it. Slowly, she moved her finger in and out while her thumb continued to brush and play against her clit. She contemplated trying to fit
Instead of prying, Reaper put on the gloves and leaned over the first page. None of his business, he told himself, just read the pages. The sooner they found answers the faster he could be out on the street doing what he did best.
* * * *
Hands moved down her body. Aislinn sighed as a mouth closed over a nipple and sucked. She ran her hands over a heavily muscled back, enjoying the sensation of hot male skin. She parted her legs as fingers delved and explored. She moaned as her clit was lightly pinched. Never before had she felt like this, never before had anyone touched her like this. She’s spent her life locked in a hospital, and though, she’d pleasured herself, no one had ever touched her before.
Lips and tongue replaced the hand on her most private place, and her eyes rolled at the sensations. He licked and sucked as she sobbed in need. Then his enormous penis was there, easing inside of her body. She spread her legs wide and clutched at him as he nuzzled her neck. His cock took her virginity as his fangs punched into her throat. She screamed as she came.
Aislinn sat bolt upright in bed, shaking. Dream. It was a dream. But her body throbbed and shook with unmet needs. She placed her hand over the spot on her neck, but there was nothing. No blood, no marks. Always in the past, when she’d dreamed, there had been terror and pain. This time, God, this time was so different.
Shakily, she climbed from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Shower, she thought, she’d take a shower. She’d wash away the dream and all the crazy emotions it brought up. But the emotions were also normal, she told herself. She’d been attacked by a vampire and rescued by a man she’d allowed herself to trust. She found out that the same man was also a vampire, and he had never hurt her. So, all of these jumbled emotions were just working their way through her psyche. That’s all it was.
She stripped off her clothes and climbed under the hot spray. Closing her eyes, she stood and let the water fall on her. Her muscles began to relax as she did the deep breathing exercises she’d been taught. They were supposed to calm her, and usually, they did a good job. This time, though, all it did was make her more aware of feelings the dream brought. Aware that between her legs was an empty, nagging ache. She clenched her legs together, and sensations zinged through her body.
Her eyes popped open, and she busied herself by pulling off the band that held the braid of her hair. Tilting her head back, she wet her hair thoroughly. The heavy mass brushed against her lower back, reminiscent of the fingertips from the dream. Why did her mind keep going there? It was normal. It had just been a while since she’d masturbated. Her body was just telling her it had been too long. She was a healthy female with needs. That’s all it was.
Her hands closed over her breasts and rubbed. Her nipples ached, and she wondered what it would feel like for a man to put his mouth there. Instantly, the image of Charon came into her head. No. Not possible. He was a vampire, he had fangs, he drank blood. But, jeez, he was sexy and big and so…male. It wouldn’t hurt to use him in her little fantasy. He’d never know, and in her mind, he could be anything she wanted.
She lifted her foot onto the seat built into the shower and ran her fingers between her legs. Aislinn leaned against the wall for balance as she rubbed her clit. The image of Charon appeared in her mind, and it was his hand she moved against. She pressed one finger into her body, and she felt the passage clamp around it. Slowly, she moved her finger in and out while her thumb continued to brush and play against her clit. She contemplated trying to fit
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