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His zipper hissed down. Her legs widened. The touch of his bare cock had her jolting, but not stopping. No, not stopping.

She was undead. No protection required. No diseases. No pregnancies.

Just need.

The need that had her sex slick when she should have been horrified. The need that had her nipples tight and her back arching, the need that?—

Simon thrust into her, and she slammed her hips down on him at the same moment.

“Dee!”

They shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be. She didn’t trust him. Didn’t even like him.

But the vampire she now was didn’t care.

Blood and sex. A vampire’s wet dream.

Their bodies strained together. His cock was long and thick and every frantic move of his hips had him sliding deeper inside her. She was wet, more than ready, and he filled every inch of her core.

Her mouth tightened on him, fangs in deep.

He drove harder, shoving up with his hips, and Dee took every straining inch of his dick and wanted more.

His fingers thrummed her clit.

Her knees tightened around him. She pushed down harder, wanting to take. Take.

She exploded around him as her sex contracted on a wave of pure pleasure that had her trembling, quivering, coming with the best orgasm she’d?—

Simon bucked beneath her and climaxed, jetting out the hot splash of his release deep inside of her.

This time, he was the one who screamed. No, more like a roar. Her name.

Her mouth gentled on his neck. The driving rush of bloodlust began to ease and the haze of red cleared from her mind.

What have I done?

Oh, no, what had she just done? She hadn’t come to screw him. Not part of her plan. She’d come to find out what he knew about the Born and to make him pay for changing her.

Two bodies on the floor. Man. Woman. Older. Graying hair and sightless eyes. Blood around them, oozing from their torn necks.

Her hands clamped on Simon’s shoulders. Her claws dug deep.

Simon, running to them, falling to the floor, slipping in their blood.

Dee tried to lift her head. This was wrong. She shouldn’t be seeing?—

“Told you there was no choice, Chase. You’re ours now.” A tall, pale vampire. Beautiful and perfect. Laughing as he stared at the dead bodies. Blood dripped from his mouth.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” Simon’s bellow of fury.

Simon.

His memories. His mind. His blood.

What was she doing?

Linking. The way of the vampire.

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