“This is just an interlude, right?”
His fingers prodded her vagina and she drew in a deep
hissing breath. She doubted she could take another round of his lovemaking
right now—even for the sake of science.
“You can’t take any more tonight, Lily.”
She stifled a yawn. “You didn’t drink this last time,”
she said. “And you weren’t as rough or out of control.”
“That’s because I’d fed. I was desperate before.”
“Well, you still owe me.” This time a yawn caught her
by surprise, stretching her jaw wide.
“How’s that? Because we haven’t explored your third
choice?”
“Uh-huh. Because I didn’t get to watch you change.”
“There’s still tomorrow night,” he reminded her, his
voice a sexy rumble.
“Hmmm.”
From one moment to the next, Lily fell sound asleep.
Joe smiled. Her hands were curled beneath her cheek like a child’s, but her ass
was still hiked on the stack of pillows. Innocence and carnal temptation all
rolled in one delectable little package. Lily was quite a woman. If he were
looking for a mate…
Joe tugged a pillow from beneath her hips and tucked
it under his head. He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling, trying to
block out the aroma of sex, which hung like a pungent cloud above his head.
Already his cock stirred on his thigh, unfurling inch by inch.
The memory of her tight ass clasping his flesh aroused
and unsettled him, reminding him of the last time he’d loved Darcy. Only it
hadn’t been love—he’d touched her, taken her with only thoughts of revenge
fueling his actions. He’d tunneled into his partner’s ass, his mouth sipping
from her neck, while she’d burrowed into the comfort of Quentin’s arms. Quentin—his
sire.
Darcy hadn’t looked at Joe once. Her choice clearly
written in the way she’d taken comfort from her vampire lover. When Joe had
finished, he’d left the bed and her house—and he hadn’t been back since.
He’d blown any chance he’d ever had with Darcy, when
he’d blasted her for asking Quentin to turn him. And worse, when he’d nearly
raped her.
It didn’t really matter that she was responsible for
his current state—he had no excuse for how he’d behaved after he was turned.
Her only thought had been to preserve his life after he’d been shot. Instead of
understanding, he’d taken her like an animal.
His anger had exploded, fed by his newborn vampire’s
hunger. Yet Darcy had bravely faced him, accepting his abuse, even offering her
own blood for his first meal. However, the deal he’d entered with her vampire
lover, Quentin, ensured he would never know her heat again.
Now he faced an eternity of loneliness. An eternity of
guilt.
Separated from the rest of the Special Unit by his new
“status”, Joe was determined to find a way to reverse the transformation that
had made him a monster. He’d seen how much pain and destruction vampires left
in their wake—understood the dark hungers that ruled his body. He wanted to be
human again to protect the world from himself.
Lily murmured sleepily beside him and rolled away from
the pillow, settling on her back with a sigh. Joe reached for the lamp and
flicked the switch to extinguish the light. He’d let her sleep despite the
urgency building between his thighs. Perhaps he could appease another appetite
with a little early morning snack. He rose from the bed and searched for his
clothing on the floor.
All dressed, he slipped from the bedroom. Her keys lay
on the kitchen counter and he shoved them in his pocket. The next time he
entered her apartment it would be through the front door.
Outside, he turned to the right and headed back down
the narrow street, his ears and nose alert to the scent of a meal. It had
rained. Just enough so the glare of the streetlamps reflected off the pavement
and the faint stench of sewage clung to the moist air.
A movement in the alley next to the apartment building
drew his attention. A rustling, too loud for a dog or
His fingers prodded her vagina and she drew in a deep
hissing breath. She doubted she could take another round of his lovemaking
right now—even for the sake of science.
“You can’t take any more tonight, Lily.”
She stifled a yawn. “You didn’t drink this last time,”
she said. “And you weren’t as rough or out of control.”
“That’s because I’d fed. I was desperate before.”
“Well, you still owe me.” This time a yawn caught her
by surprise, stretching her jaw wide.
“How’s that? Because we haven’t explored your third
choice?”
“Uh-huh. Because I didn’t get to watch you change.”
“There’s still tomorrow night,” he reminded her, his
voice a sexy rumble.
“Hmmm.”
From one moment to the next, Lily fell sound asleep.
Joe smiled. Her hands were curled beneath her cheek like a child’s, but her ass
was still hiked on the stack of pillows. Innocence and carnal temptation all
rolled in one delectable little package. Lily was quite a woman. If he were
looking for a mate…
Joe tugged a pillow from beneath her hips and tucked
it under his head. He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling, trying to
block out the aroma of sex, which hung like a pungent cloud above his head.
Already his cock stirred on his thigh, unfurling inch by inch.
The memory of her tight ass clasping his flesh aroused
and unsettled him, reminding him of the last time he’d loved Darcy. Only it
hadn’t been love—he’d touched her, taken her with only thoughts of revenge
fueling his actions. He’d tunneled into his partner’s ass, his mouth sipping
from her neck, while she’d burrowed into the comfort of Quentin’s arms. Quentin—his
sire.
Darcy hadn’t looked at Joe once. Her choice clearly
written in the way she’d taken comfort from her vampire lover. When Joe had
finished, he’d left the bed and her house—and he hadn’t been back since.
He’d blown any chance he’d ever had with Darcy, when
he’d blasted her for asking Quentin to turn him. And worse, when he’d nearly
raped her.
It didn’t really matter that she was responsible for
his current state—he had no excuse for how he’d behaved after he was turned.
Her only thought had been to preserve his life after he’d been shot. Instead of
understanding, he’d taken her like an animal.
His anger had exploded, fed by his newborn vampire’s
hunger. Yet Darcy had bravely faced him, accepting his abuse, even offering her
own blood for his first meal. However, the deal he’d entered with her vampire
lover, Quentin, ensured he would never know her heat again.
Now he faced an eternity of loneliness. An eternity of
guilt.
Separated from the rest of the Special Unit by his new
“status”, Joe was determined to find a way to reverse the transformation that
had made him a monster. He’d seen how much pain and destruction vampires left
in their wake—understood the dark hungers that ruled his body. He wanted to be
human again to protect the world from himself.
Lily murmured sleepily beside him and rolled away from
the pillow, settling on her back with a sigh. Joe reached for the lamp and
flicked the switch to extinguish the light. He’d let her sleep despite the
urgency building between his thighs. Perhaps he could appease another appetite
with a little early morning snack. He rose from the bed and searched for his
clothing on the floor.
All dressed, he slipped from the bedroom. Her keys lay
on the kitchen counter and he shoved them in his pocket. The next time he
entered her apartment it would be through the front door.
Outside, he turned to the right and headed back down
the narrow street, his ears and nose alert to the scent of a meal. It had
rained. Just enough so the glare of the streetlamps reflected off the pavement
and the faint stench of sewage clung to the moist air.
A movement in the alley next to the apartment building
drew his attention. A rustling, too loud for a dog or
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