eased out of his pants and let them fall in a heap on the floor. His erection was thick and strong, eager to be inside her dark, wet center. "Soon," he replied, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He climbed up over her and kissed her lush, full lips.
"It's frustrating for me to be dependent on you all the time," she complained.
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"It won't be for much longer," he reassured her.
" When? I want to know when you're going to teach me to hunt for myself."
Krysis glanced out at the red hue emerging over the sea's horizon. Morning was coming. He got up and pulled the heavy drapes closed. "Tonight," he promised, returning to the bed.
"I'll begin teaching you tonight."
"And when will you take me with you to hunt the ghouls?"
Krysis laughed. "As soon as you're strong and knowledgeable enough to hunt by yourself. I'm not taking any chances with you, my beloved. I've waited a long time to find a woman like you, and I want to make sure you're trained right. That's the only way I can be sure you're truly safe."
Sin touched his face and smiled. "Okay," she whispered, pulling his arms around her.
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by Michelle Marquis
Chapter Fifteen
According to Krysis, the best places to hunt were the nightclubs and back alleys of the red-light district. Sin should have guessed as much. She'd patrolled them often enough when she was alive. Alive . Even after a week, the word seemed surreal and distant. Death was something that happened to other people, not her. But not anymore. She wondered if she was happy about being immortal and came away unsure.
Krysis and Sin cruised through the streets in the black car scanning the sidewalk for suitable victims. For Sin, it was unnerving. She was a former cop, one of the good guys, and here she was looking for a victim. It just didn't seem right.
For his part, Krysis seemed as cool as ever. His face was calm, serene, as if he were on a Sunday ride through the countryside. Sin watched as streetlights cast pale stripes along his cheeks, only to see them slide off a moment later.
There was so much about him and the others that she didn't know, and a part of her was afraid to ask. What if they weren't the good guys they claimed to be? What if the ghouls were the true victims in all this? Time would tell.
"How does a vampire choose a victim?" Sin asked, staring out the window as an intoxicated couple stumbled out of a bar and into a dark parking lot.
"They aren't victims," Krysis corrected. "They're sources.
And you choose someone who you feel attracted to. Just the same as if you were looking for a one-night stand."
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Sin grinned. "Well, feeding off them isn't quite the same thing as sleeping with them."
"You're wrong," Krysis said. "The two are almost identical.
In both cases, you're sharing a part of yourself with someone you barely know. Believe me, it's much more pleasant if you're attracted to them."
"What if you're in love with someone else?" she asked, curious.
Krysis smiled, revealing long, sharp teeth. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you of the big difference between love and lust.
Just think of the bite as satisfying your lust for another."
"And if your lover gets jealous of the human you choose?"
"Then it makes the sex between you and your lover that much better," he said. "Nothing burns as hot as a grudge fuck."
Krysis fixed those pale blue eyes on her, and she felt it like a caress under her clothes. The look was so hot her cheeks burned. Sin tore her gaze from his and continued looking out the window.
After ten minutes of silence, she spotted a tall, elegant man with long blond hair. He was young, probably around twenty. "Stop," she said, grabbing onto the back of the driver's seat.
Krysis leaned over her to glance out the window and examine her mark. Sin could smell the rush of stolen blood just under the flesh of his throat, and she resisted the
"It's frustrating for me to be dependent on you all the time," she complained.
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The Supplicant
by Michelle Marquis
"It won't be for much longer," he reassured her.
" When? I want to know when you're going to teach me to hunt for myself."
Krysis glanced out at the red hue emerging over the sea's horizon. Morning was coming. He got up and pulled the heavy drapes closed. "Tonight," he promised, returning to the bed.
"I'll begin teaching you tonight."
"And when will you take me with you to hunt the ghouls?"
Krysis laughed. "As soon as you're strong and knowledgeable enough to hunt by yourself. I'm not taking any chances with you, my beloved. I've waited a long time to find a woman like you, and I want to make sure you're trained right. That's the only way I can be sure you're truly safe."
Sin touched his face and smiled. "Okay," she whispered, pulling his arms around her.
[Back to Table of Contents]
64
The Supplicant
by Michelle Marquis
Chapter Fifteen
According to Krysis, the best places to hunt were the nightclubs and back alleys of the red-light district. Sin should have guessed as much. She'd patrolled them often enough when she was alive. Alive . Even after a week, the word seemed surreal and distant. Death was something that happened to other people, not her. But not anymore. She wondered if she was happy about being immortal and came away unsure.
Krysis and Sin cruised through the streets in the black car scanning the sidewalk for suitable victims. For Sin, it was unnerving. She was a former cop, one of the good guys, and here she was looking for a victim. It just didn't seem right.
For his part, Krysis seemed as cool as ever. His face was calm, serene, as if he were on a Sunday ride through the countryside. Sin watched as streetlights cast pale stripes along his cheeks, only to see them slide off a moment later.
There was so much about him and the others that she didn't know, and a part of her was afraid to ask. What if they weren't the good guys they claimed to be? What if the ghouls were the true victims in all this? Time would tell.
"How does a vampire choose a victim?" Sin asked, staring out the window as an intoxicated couple stumbled out of a bar and into a dark parking lot.
"They aren't victims," Krysis corrected. "They're sources.
And you choose someone who you feel attracted to. Just the same as if you were looking for a one-night stand."
65
The Supplicant
by Michelle Marquis
Sin grinned. "Well, feeding off them isn't quite the same thing as sleeping with them."
"You're wrong," Krysis said. "The two are almost identical.
In both cases, you're sharing a part of yourself with someone you barely know. Believe me, it's much more pleasant if you're attracted to them."
"What if you're in love with someone else?" she asked, curious.
Krysis smiled, revealing long, sharp teeth. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you of the big difference between love and lust.
Just think of the bite as satisfying your lust for another."
"And if your lover gets jealous of the human you choose?"
"Then it makes the sex between you and your lover that much better," he said. "Nothing burns as hot as a grudge fuck."
Krysis fixed those pale blue eyes on her, and she felt it like a caress under her clothes. The look was so hot her cheeks burned. Sin tore her gaze from his and continued looking out the window.
After ten minutes of silence, she spotted a tall, elegant man with long blond hair. He was young, probably around twenty. "Stop," she said, grabbing onto the back of the driver's seat.
Krysis leaned over her to glance out the window and examine her mark. Sin could smell the rush of stolen blood just under the flesh of his throat, and she resisted the
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