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The sound of Chase’s blood pumping through his veins roared in her ears. Hunger beat at her mind and body. She wanted to taste him. She licked her lips and lowered her head toward him, swiping her tongue over his neck. The tang of salt and musk filled her mouth. She could feel his pulse against the flat of her tongue, urging her to bite, to feed.

Heat blasted through her core and cream flowed. A pulsing rhythm, primal and unrelenting, filled her. She wanted Chase with a fierceness that bordered on madness.

He groaned when her teeth scraped his skin. The erotic sound skittered down her spine, raising goose bumps on her flesh. He pulled back and stared down at her.

For the first time, she held nothing back. She knew her eyes were tinged red, her fangs were sharp and white.

She was a vampire.

He stared at her, his eyes narrowing, his pupils dilating. His chest bellowed in and out with each breath he took, barely grazing the peaks of her breasts until she wanted to scream at the unrelenting torture.

Neither of them moved. Time shifted, elongated, as they stared.

Then Chase smiled.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he yanked it over her head. While she struggled to free her arms from the garment, he’d already moved on to her bra. She felt the fabric parting and the cool air on her skin as he skimmed the flimsy barrier away. His hands, calloused and large, covered her breasts. She moaned as he plumped them in his palms, his thumbs circling her tight nipples. The gold necklace seemed to warm against her skin.

“I want you.” He ground his hips against hers. “I want to strip you naked and bury my cock so deep inside you that I’ll be a part of you forever.”

If she could have found the breath to speak, she would have told him it was too late for that. No matter what he did or what happened, he was already a permanent part of her.

His hands left her breasts and she almost cried out at the loss, but he slid them down her torso, across her hips and behind to cup her butt. Chase gave both cheeks a squeeze before lifting her. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, loving the way his erection pressed against the crease of her mound. She shifted slightly, the motion causing his hardness to slide over her clitoris. A deep moan escaped her. Even through the barriers of clothing, it felt delicious.

Chase gave a dark laugh, hoisting her higher so that her breasts were directly across from his mouth. She gripped the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his long hair 98

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as she urged him forward. His breath was warm and moist against her skin as he blew on the puckered tips. “Chase,” she wailed, dragging him forward.

She heard another muffled laugh and then heat, blessed heat as he dragged his tongue over her flesh, curling it around the softer skin of her areola before teasing the peak. “More,” she demanded.

He gave it to her. His mouth opened over her breast and he sucked hard. Katya shifted, rubbing her groin against his, feeling the connection between her breast and her core as he bit gently on her nipple. Tipping her head back against the hard stone wall, she cried out. She was so close.

Panting hard, she used her strength to work her leather-clad pussy over his jean-covered cock. The clothing didn’t matter. She could feel his heat, his hardness through it. She wanted him inside her, but couldn’t bear to move apart from him to make it happen.

His mouth teased, plundered, claimed, as he shifted from one breast to the other.

“Damn, you’re hot. You’re close, aren’t you?”

She moaned, her chest rising and falling with each harsh breath.

“At least this isn’t a lie.” He shoved his hips against her, angling them so his cock rode the entire seam of her mound.

She sensed the pain beneath his words, wanted to comfort him, but speech was beyond her. Her hands slid inside the opening of his shirt, pushing the fabric wide. She heard the tear of fabric as her hands found his skin.

Chase growled low in his throat and pulled away. Her feet hit the floor with a thud and she was thankful for the wall behind her. Without its support, she would have slid to the floor in a puddle of need. Katya felt bereft without his hands touching her.

Yanking his shirt over his head, Chase faced her. His wide shoulders blocked her view of the rest of the room.

For her, there was only Chase.

Reaching out, she stroked her fingers over the hard planes of his chest, letting them sift through the light covering of hair to the flat nipples. He sucked in a breath when she flicked the tips before lightly scratching his muscled abs.

She didn’t stop, pushing her hand behind the waistband of his jeans, teasing the very tip of his erection. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. The thought beat at her brain as she strained to get her hand lower. Pulling back in frustration, she ripped open the button and tugged at the zipper.

“Easy,” he hissed, taking over from her. The whisper of the zipper was music to her ears.

She licked her lips as his cock sprang free. Dark veins ran the entire length, pumping life-giving blood to that part of his body. Closing her eyes, she concentrated, hearing the
whoosh
of his blood as it flowed throughout him.

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His hand closed over hers and her eyes flew open. Chase pulled her hand toward his cock, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. The dark, plum-shaped head was wet with arousal. Katya squeezed, pumping her hand up and down, feeling every inch of his hot, hard length against her palm.

Chase grunted, his hips jerking toward her as pearly white beads of liquid seeped from the tip. She licked her lips, almost tasting him. She started to lean down, but he wrapped his hand around her wrist, tugging it away.

“Not now. I have to fuck you. I need to feel your hot cunt squeezing my cock.”

Katya licked her lips. “Yes.” Her vaginal muscles contracted tight as if to prove her readiness.

She thought he’d take her against the wall, but he surprised her, striding toward the gigantic table in the center of the room. She hadn’t even realized it was the dining room until that moment. It was a huge room and the table was ringed with heavily carved chairs. It would easily seat two dozen people.

With his hand still manacled around her wrist, Chase dragged her to the end of the table, shoving aside the massive chair that blocked it. He reached for the opening of her pants, but she beat him to it. It took her two seconds to get them open. He thrust his hands beneath the fabric, shoving it down her hips and thighs.

The pants caught around her ankles. She was still wearing her boots. “I need to get my…” Her words were lost in a moan when he pushed his hand between her damp thighs, pressing two fingers deep into her core. She couldn’t even remember what she was going to say.

She caught the edge of the table, clinging to it for support. He curled his fingers inward as he pulled them back to the entrance, hitting her sweet spot and making stars appear before her eyes. Her knees buckled, but he caught her, lifting her onto the table.

She leaned back, her spine coming to rest against the smooth wood. Her necklace slid over her shoulder, the cross hitting the table with a dull thud.

“Boots,” she gasped. That’s what she’d meant to tell him. She had to take off her boots.

“No time.” He pushed her knees back toward her shoulders, opening her wide.

Shifting closer, he fit the head of his cock against her slit, pushing inward. The muscles flexed and gave, sucking him into her depths.

Slamming his hips forward, he filled her totally in one stroke. It was tight because of the position, bordering on pain, but her body took him. She felt every inch of him as her body molded around his shaft, relaxing, softening and finally accepting him. Her hands flailed for something to hold on to. The only thing she could reach was the edge of the table. Her fingers curled around it, grasping on for dear life as he began to pound into her. Using her grip on the heavy wood, she angled her hips upward on his downward stroke, wanting him as deep as he could go.

This was no gentle loving, but a primal claiming. She knew he felt betrayed by her, even angry. None of that mattered now. He was inside her, a part of her.

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Chase’s hips pistoned in an unrelenting rhythm. He was inside Katya, but it wasn’t enough to feel her wet heat surround him, to feel her cunt clutch at him with each stroke or to hear her soft cries of pleasure. He wanted to imprint himself on her body and mind until she knew they belonged together.

He knew his family was only a few doors away. They also knew what he was doing. They were vampires after all, with preternatural senses. But even if they didn’t have special powers, they weren’t stupid. They all knew he’d brought Katya in here to fuck her.

He still felt betrayed by her lies, but that feeling couldn’t overwhelm the need for her that pulsed through him. When her eyes had changed, their dark blue tinged with red, it didn’t matter. He’d even found her fangs sexy, wanting to run his tongue over the tips to see if they were as sharp as they appeared. The veins in his neck had throbbed when she’d lightly raked her fangs over them. He’d wanted her to bite him, wanted to provide her with whatever she needed.

She’d pulled back from that.

But she had no problems with him touching her, taking her. It was a start. She might think this was over between them. He knew her well enough to know that she planned to walk away after tonight, after the threat had been dealt with. But he wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot.

Intellectually, he was smart enough to know that their relationship was doomed from the beginning. She was a hybrid vampire, an anomaly. No one knew what her real powers were or what her lifespan was. Those were things that only time would tell. All he did know was that she was strong and blessed with enhanced speed, maybe even hearing and sight. But whatever her powers, they were less than a full-blooded vampire.

He was a human facing a long, tough health battle. His headaches and fatigue had turned out to be more serious than he’d ever imagined. No one knew about the tumor lurking in his brain, just him and his doctors. Not for the first time in his life, he cursed the fragility of his human form. His doctors had hope, but death was a possibility, one he’d thought he’d faced until he’d found Katya. Now everything was changed. He wanted to live forever, but barring that, he wanted to live as many years as possible, and spend them all with her.

None of that mattered now. He’d deal with the reality of the situation later. It might be stupid, but he didn’t give a damn. Right now, the only thing that mattered was Katya.

He pumped his hips, driving hard into her heat. Without the thin latex of a condom separating them, the sensations were more pronounced. He’d never had sex without a condom before, but Katya wasn’t a normal woman. It was extremely rare for a female vampire to get pregnant, and it had never happened with a non-vampire partner. A 101

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primal part of him wished she could get pregnant, binding her to him on at least that basic level.

On some level he knew he was being too rough, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. She wasn’t stopping him either, in fact, was encouraging him. His fingers dug into her hips as he plunged again and again.

Katya was so damn hot and sexy. At least this wasn’t a lie. There was no way to fake the wet clutch of her cunt, to have perspiration pop out on her skin as they fucked.

Her cries were raw and real.

The wet slap of flesh mingled with their grunts and moans as he pushed them both harder. Although they weren’t overly large, her breasts jiggled with every hard thrust.

The tips were hard and red, like juicy berries he longed to taste. The tangle of her leather pants kept him from being able to lean forward and suck her breasts.

Later, he promised himself, he’d suck them later.

She tilted back her head, opening her mouth on a groan, exposing her sharp fangs.

Chase felt a rush of energy surge through him, wanted to feel those sharp teeth piercing his skin as she sucked his blood. He knew that some people would figure he was sick for wanting such a thing. He didn’t care. Vampires were a part of his world, and for the first time he could really understand how his sister was lured past the fear of the unknown and into the world of the vampire. It really was seductive and elemental.

What was more basic to life than blood?

He shortened his strokes, making them harder and faster. His balls swayed, slapping against her with each thrust. His scalp tingled and his sac pulled up tight against his body.

Leaning forward, he pushed her knees tighter to her shoulders. He never took his eyes off her. In the throes of passion, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Now, Katya.” Releasing one hand from her hip, he angled it between their bodies, brushing it over her distended clitoris. He felt her cunt grab his cock in a death grip. He swore under his breath as he continued to fuck her hard.

“Chase!” Her eyes widened, her breathing increased. She gave a long, low keening sound as she came.

He wanted to just watch her, but his own orgasm swept over him. His cock surged and jerked as he emptied himself in her depths. He kept hammering, wanting to drain every last drop of pleasure from the experience. His vision dimmed and he began to sway. Gradually he became aware of Katya beneath him, her body lax, her arms sprawled on the table.

Stopping, he slapped both hands on the table for support. His chest heaved as he caught his breath. He’d never felt so sexually drained in his life. Yet restlessness still ate at him. They’d had sex, joined their bodies in the most intimate of acts, yet something was missing.

Katya was still apart from him.

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Easing his still-semi-erect cock from her body, he lowered her legs down until they were hanging over the edge of the table. Leaning forward, he lapped at both red-tipped nipples. Katya moaned, raised her hand and gave his head a halfhearted swat.