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her tight little ass once,
twice.
"Don't you ever, ever , do that to me
again."
She pushed up and off him to stand.
Her hand rubbed her butt.
"You're a sore loser." She glared at him, her
cheeks burning with what he knew was humiliation that he'd punished her in
front of Ian and the Centuri. Well, she bloody well deserved it.
"What the hell did you think you were doing? You could
have broken your neck."
Now her full mouth pouted.
"I knew you'd catch me when I fell. Stop
over-reacting."
Over-reacting?
He'd give her over-reacting.
Ian stepped into the breach.
"I think we can safely say Anais is the winner this
evening. Interesting skills, princess."
Anais had the bare-faced bloody cheek to grin at his
commander and flex her hand claws in and out. Marcus blinked. For a newborn she
appeared to have an amazing control of her many skills. Now he looked at her
carefully. He realized she'd grown taller, maybe a couple of inches. She was
still long and slim, but she was stronger, tighter in muscle and tendon. Ian
was right. It appeared Anais's vampyre was indeed evolving.
The question was, into what?
A skinny worm of anxiety slid down his spine.
Maybe he needed to talk to Constantine and alert him to these
new developments.
Of course Constantine would want to run more blood tests and
Marcus knew Anais hated needles with a passion. But she was a rare thing, a live
and healthy newborn vampyre, and it was important to find out exactly how she
was changing.
Chapter Six
Gia had never felt so warm, so
protected, so deliriously happy.
She knew she was dreaming.
It was such a wonderful dream, she didn't want to wake up. Her
eyelids felt like lead weights, eyelids it took too much effort to open, so she
gave up the attempt. A powerful arm held her close to a man's warm and naked
body, while a gentle hand stroked her bare skin from shoulder to hip in a way
that comforted and calmed, but also aroused her terribly.
Her nipples throbbed, as did the purely liquid and feminine
part of her ache low, low in her belly.
The scent of a clean male, soap and a familiar herbal
shampoo tickled her memory.
A deep, masculine voice was speaking in soothing whispered
tones.
As if sliding through warm treacle, she dimly recognized his
voice, he spoke a language her exhausted brain couldn’t recognize. Trying to
remember took too much effort, so again she gave up the attempt.
Safe.
She felt shielded and utterly secure for the first time in a
long time.
A deep sigh eased out of her lungs and Gia turned to bury
her face into the heat of a wide manly chest to delight in the slow, steady
beat of a strong heart against her cheek.
She nuzzled the soft hair of that chest.
Inhaled.
God he smelled fantastic, and found herself eased very
gently onto her back.
This , yes this was how a real man treated a woman.
With deep affection, with tenderness and with respect.
The hand stroked, moved to tease the delicate skin under her
breast, down her flat belly.
Fingertips gently massaging with deep strokes the heavy,
relentless and delicious yearning low in her abdomen, in her womb.
The way her dream lover touched her had Gia moan loud as her
back arched - a plea, even a prayer - for more.
Then her mouth was captured in a kiss that was so potent it
made her weak. His tongue stroked hers. Long, slow strokes, an intimate taste
that made liquid bloom hot between her legs. And she reciprocated as a richly
passionate and intense flavor sped through her system from the roots of her
hair to the tingling tips of her toes.
Her panties went damp and she arched her back again and
again, pressing her pelvis into the seeking palm of his hand between her legs.
Her eyelids seemed to weigh even heavier as she tried to
speak but his kiss took her deeper, deeper, in a way that had her hands slide
up strong arms and her fingertips press urgently into wide shoulders to hold
him close.
Something like a deep animalistic growl sounded in her
twice.
"Don't you ever, ever , do that to me
again."
She pushed up and off him to stand.
Her hand rubbed her butt.
"You're a sore loser." She glared at him, her
cheeks burning with what he knew was humiliation that he'd punished her in
front of Ian and the Centuri. Well, she bloody well deserved it.
"What the hell did you think you were doing? You could
have broken your neck."
Now her full mouth pouted.
"I knew you'd catch me when I fell. Stop
over-reacting."
Over-reacting?
He'd give her over-reacting.
Ian stepped into the breach.
"I think we can safely say Anais is the winner this
evening. Interesting skills, princess."
Anais had the bare-faced bloody cheek to grin at his
commander and flex her hand claws in and out. Marcus blinked. For a newborn she
appeared to have an amazing control of her many skills. Now he looked at her
carefully. He realized she'd grown taller, maybe a couple of inches. She was
still long and slim, but she was stronger, tighter in muscle and tendon. Ian
was right. It appeared Anais's vampyre was indeed evolving.
The question was, into what?
A skinny worm of anxiety slid down his spine.
Maybe he needed to talk to Constantine and alert him to these
new developments.
Of course Constantine would want to run more blood tests and
Marcus knew Anais hated needles with a passion. But she was a rare thing, a live
and healthy newborn vampyre, and it was important to find out exactly how she
was changing.
Chapter Six
Gia had never felt so warm, so
protected, so deliriously happy.
She knew she was dreaming.
It was such a wonderful dream, she didn't want to wake up. Her
eyelids felt like lead weights, eyelids it took too much effort to open, so she
gave up the attempt. A powerful arm held her close to a man's warm and naked
body, while a gentle hand stroked her bare skin from shoulder to hip in a way
that comforted and calmed, but also aroused her terribly.
Her nipples throbbed, as did the purely liquid and feminine
part of her ache low, low in her belly.
The scent of a clean male, soap and a familiar herbal
shampoo tickled her memory.
A deep, masculine voice was speaking in soothing whispered
tones.
As if sliding through warm treacle, she dimly recognized his
voice, he spoke a language her exhausted brain couldn’t recognize. Trying to
remember took too much effort, so again she gave up the attempt.
Safe.
She felt shielded and utterly secure for the first time in a
long time.
A deep sigh eased out of her lungs and Gia turned to bury
her face into the heat of a wide manly chest to delight in the slow, steady
beat of a strong heart against her cheek.
She nuzzled the soft hair of that chest.
Inhaled.
God he smelled fantastic, and found herself eased very
gently onto her back.
This , yes this was how a real man treated a woman.
With deep affection, with tenderness and with respect.
The hand stroked, moved to tease the delicate skin under her
breast, down her flat belly.
Fingertips gently massaging with deep strokes the heavy,
relentless and delicious yearning low in her abdomen, in her womb.
The way her dream lover touched her had Gia moan loud as her
back arched - a plea, even a prayer - for more.
Then her mouth was captured in a kiss that was so potent it
made her weak. His tongue stroked hers. Long, slow strokes, an intimate taste
that made liquid bloom hot between her legs. And she reciprocated as a richly
passionate and intense flavor sped through her system from the roots of her
hair to the tingling tips of her toes.
Her panties went damp and she arched her back again and
again, pressing her pelvis into the seeking palm of his hand between her legs.
Her eyelids seemed to weigh even heavier as she tried to
speak but his kiss took her deeper, deeper, in a way that had her hands slide
up strong arms and her fingertips press urgently into wide shoulders to hold
him close.
Something like a deep animalistic growl sounded in her
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