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“Please, touch me.” She lay there naked and needy under him, his erection evident as it pressed against her thigh.

His lips moved to hers, and they kissed feverishly. Her hands blindly went to his shirt and started unbuttoning it. He ripped his mouth from hers, braced himself on his knees, and tore the shirt off.

Buttons flew in every direction as he threw the material across the room. He unbuttoned his jeans and, in a move that seemed unreal, removed them without getting off of her. He wore only a pair of boxers as he covered her body with his again and took possession of her mouth. Her hands skimmed the smooth skin on his shoulders, his muscles bunching and flexing under her palms.

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She spread her legs wider as his big body wedged itself flush against hers. His fabric-covered erection rubbed against the wet folds of her sex, making her clit pulse with excitement. His lips moved over hers, his hips thrusting back and forth against her pussy in an erotic motion. She could feel the thick length of him against her core, the defined head mere inches from her opening. His hand worked between their bodies as his thumb found her clit and flicked it back and forth.

“Don’t stop.”

“Trust me, I have no intentions of stopping.”

His hands went the waist of his boxers just as he a knock sounded on the door. He cursed loudly and looked at the door. “Do not open that door!”

He pulled the blanket over her naked body and walked to the door.

He quickly slipped his pants on, not bothering to button them all the way. On the other side of the door stood the man she recognized from earlier, the one with the dark, shoulder-length hair. He looked over Aleksei’s shoulder and stared at her. She brought the sheet to her chin and blushed, fully aware she was naked. Aleksei stepped into his view and growled deep in his throat.

“What?”

“You’re needed at the club. Some young males were fighting inside. They are being held, and I think it best if you speak with them since they risked exposure.”

She heard what he said, disappointment filling her at the thought of him leaving. Aleksei cursed, ran his hand through his hair, and turned around to stare at her. She saw disappointment flash in the depths of his blue eyes before he turned back around.

“I’ll meet you there.”

He shut the door and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge and taking her hand. His thumb ran over her skin, and a tingle of awareness shot through her. He leaned in, cupping her cheek and
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bringing his lips down to hers. The kiss was sweet and gentle, nothing rushed but filled with passion.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I wish I could spend all night with you.”

“Me, too.”

He laughed, but it was humorless, and she knew he was just as disappointed as she was. He kissed her on the forehead before getting up and grabbing a shirt out of his closet. His muscles bunched and flexed as he pulled the shirt over his head—the sight making her shift uncomfortably with desire. “Who was that man?”

“Milo, my brother. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Anything you need is at your disposal. I’ll leave you my cell phone so you can call whomever you need. The club’s number is programmed into the phone, so you can call me if you need anything.” He looked at her for a suspended moment, smiled, and walked over to the door. Milo stood on the other side leaning against the wall, a look of impatience covering his features. The door shut, leaving her alone with only the sound of the fire crackling to break the silence.

She rested against the plush pillows and watched the fire. She could have tried her escape again, but she really had no desire to, not with the conflicting emotions bombarding her senses. Her feelings for Aleksei confused her, and the intensity of them scared her. They didn’t make sense, with no rhythm or reason as to why she felt so connected to him, why she felt this was where she belonged.

She thought about everything he said about being his
Chosen
and if it could really be true. Could it? She grew up thinking fairy tales were just that, fairy tales. Now there was this man, this
vampire,
who told her things that sounded insane and unbelievable, but could they all be true? She continued to watch the fire, her eyes growing heavy and her body relaxing. She closed her eyes, letting the weight of sleep consume her.

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Chapter Eleven

Lana woke to the delicious feel of a mouth licking up and down her body. Fingers plucked at her nipples, a tongue replacing them with hot wetness. She was either dreaming, or she was getting an incredible wake-up call. She raised her hands above her head and opened her eyes. Aleksei’s dark head was bent, his mouth working feverishly against her breasts.

"Mmm, I like your wake-up method."

His deep chuckle spread through her pussy, and she opened her legs in invitation. He made his way up her body and brought his mouth down on hers. He grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head as his other one massaged her breasts. Their kiss became frantic, his hand moving from her breasts down to her already wet pussy. His fingers slid through her slick folds, parting them before moving up to tease her clit. She moaned as he gently pinched and tweaked at her engorged clit. His thumb worked quickly against her flesh, her orgasm moving swiftly though her body. She broke the kiss and tilted her head back, her eyes closed as her climax peaked.

“Oh, yes.”

He kissed her neck as white hot pleasure tore through her, leaving her shaken and weak.

He moved down her body until he was between her spread thighs.

His mouth immediately sucked on her clit before letting it pop out of his mouth and spearing his tongue into her still clenching hole. His hot breath fanned across her bare flesh as he thrust his tongue in and out of her. He lifted her legs until they rested on his shoulders and moved back up to her clit. He sucked her pulsating clit as he teased
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her opening.

She arched her hips, needing more for what he gave her. She was close to another orgasm, and as it was about to explode within her, he stopped and moved up her body. He took possession of her mouth, the taste of her sex thick in her mouth as their tongues dueled. They removed their clothing, never breaking the kiss until their bare skin rubbed together. Her hands gripped his hair as she thrust her hips into his. The hard length of his cock rubbed along her saturated folds as she moved her hips below his. She broke the kiss, both of their breathing ragged.

“Wait.”

He looked down at her, his eyes closed and his jaw tense. “We don’t have to go any further, my sweet. Let me just control myself.”

He rolled off of her, and she immediately felt the cold air from the loss of his big body. She looked over at him, his eyes closed, his breathing still fast. She smiled, not about to explain she didn’t want to stop what they were doing. She just wanted to taste him, to feel his thick cock inside of her mouth. She sat up and stared at his body, the muscles of his abdomen rolling his under his skin. His erection strained against his stomach, the tip going past his belly button and making her swallow. He was huge, longer and thicker than she actually thought was possible. The head of his cock was an angry red, pre-cum seeping out the slit and dripping down the length.

She licked her lips, her eyes going to his face as she moved closer.

His eyes were still closed as she moved her mouth inches from the head of his erection. She tentatively ran her tongue over the seeping slit, and a pleasure-filled gasp escaping him. She watched his reaction, his eyes snapping open and watching her as she ran her tongue around the tip. She had never done this before and hoped she was doing it right. His muscles bunched tight, his whole body tense as she licked down the length of him, the veins under the skin raised and pulsing.

“Fuck, baby, you don’t have to do this.”

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“I want to. You taste good.” She whispered the words against his flesh, a moan sounding above her as she ran her hand across his heavy sack. She grabbed his balls, the weight substantial in her palm. He was huge everywhere, every part of his massive body straining as she rolled the twin weights in her hand.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

She pulled back and looked at the flushed head of his cock, swallowing thickly as she kissed the tip. He was salty and masculine, the translucent liquid coating her lips and tasting oh, so good. His flavor dripped down her throat, inflaming her arousal as she sucked just the tip of him into her mouth. His hips pushed up gently, and she opened her mouth wider, taking in the full, wide head.

He groaned and praised her, his hips thrusting up slightly. She could only get half of his massive length in her mouth and gripped the rest with her hand. She moved her lips up as her hand worked down.

Soon her actions were in sync as he groaned and growled above her.

His hands gripped her hair, his fingers spearing through and pulling slightly. The sting felt good, really good, and she moaned against his flesh.

“Stop, baby, oh fuck.”

He tried to pull her away, but the taste of him was too good, and she worked her mouth and hand faster. He growled loudly, the sound deep and rough. At the last moment, he pulled away from her, his semen coming out of him in white ribbons. He stared down at her, his mouth slightly open as he breathed heavily. His fangs were evident as they pressed against his bottom lip. It turned her on—made her clit pulse and her vagina clench in need of his big cock thrusting inside of her. He was so fast that in the next second he had her on her back with her legs spread wide. He reached over and opened the bedside table drawer, pulling out a condom and slipping it on so quickly it was a blur. He had the head of his erection pressed at the entrance of her pussy, and she gasped.

“Do you want me here?”

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He moved his hips forward until the tip lodged inside. It was hot and big, filling her with a sting of pain that made her body light up with desire. She didn’t answer—just pushed down so another inch of him slid inside. He closed his eyes, the muscles of his biceps tightening on either side of her head.

“You’re so fucking hot and tight. You feel unbelievable.”

His hot breath tickled her neck, his teeth scraping against the skin and making her shiver in awareness. He stretched and filled her, the slight pain feeling wonderful as he worked his cock inside of her inch by agonizingly slow inch. They were both sweating and panting, their bodies sliding together sensuously. He stopped above her and pulled back to look at her.

“Are you ready?”

Her heart beat rapidly as they stared at each other. “I’m scared.”

She whispered the words, his brows bunching together slightly.

“Why are you scared, baby? I’d never hurt you intentionally.”

“I know that. It’s just, well, I have never done this.” His finger stroked down her cheek, and he bent his head to kiss her softly. He pulled away, but only marginally, their faces mere inches from each other.

“If I could take the pain away, I would. I’ll be gentle. I’ll make you feel so good, Lana.”

She smiled and brought her head up so their lips met. As they kissed, his hips pulled back, and she knew it was time. She forced herself to relax as he pushed the rest of his length into her. It stung and was slightly uncomfortable, but once he was fully sheathed inside of her he didn’t move. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers with his eyes closed. She gripped his biceps tightly, her nails digging into his flesh as the pain slowly went away.

His hips started to move back and forth, slow and gentle, just like he promised. The pain came back slightly, but was immediately replaced with a feeling of incredible pleasure. She gasped as he pushed in and then pulled out. She could feel the flared head of his
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erection rubbing along her channel, causing a delicious burn to travel within her.

“Does it hurt? I can stop, baby.”

Concern filled his voice as he stopped his hips and stared down at her. She opened her legs wider and lifted her hips. She twisted her hips, and she gasped at the pleasure the small action caused. His jaw tensed, and his hand landed on her hip, stilling any further movement.

“If it hurts, I want you to tell me.”

“Does it look like it hurts?” She arched her hips again, moaning when his balls moved against her flesh. A growl erupted from his throat as his hips reared back and he slid into her again. His rhythm became quicker, her juices making his cock slide in and out of her easily. Soon, his hips were pistoning into her, the sound of wet sex echoing throughout the room.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

His mouth dropped down to her neck, his tongue swiping over the base as his moans vibrated against her skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her head to the side, offering what he wanted…what she wanted.

“I could sink my teeth so far into you we would be as one.”

His words added fuel to the fire inside of her, and she moaned.

She must be crazy because at that moment, she wanted his bite, wanted to feel his teeth sink into her flesh. Her skin tingled at the image, and she moved her hands to grip his ass. His teeth nibbled at her neck, his tongue licking away the sting. Her nipples beaded up and rubbed against his sweat-covered chest. She was so close, just a second away from going over that she could feel it building within her.

“Oh. My. God.”

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Aleksei couldn’t hold off any longer. Her channel rippled along his cock, her climax so close he could taste it on her skin. His fangs descended, the anticipation of tasting her blood too much to handle.

He scraped his fangs down the side of her throat as a moan came out of her on a soft breath.

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