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“Biometric devices. Not sure what we ever did without them.” A lock clicked open and Viktor opened the door, ushering them inside the master bedroom. “Safe. From humans. Witches. Vampires. Other underworldly creatures we dare not speak of.”

The lock clicked as the door shut behind her, and as she took in the sight of the room, her eyes widened. Located in the bow of the boat, two arched metallic shutter walls lowered to reveal windows. The ship’s lights reflected onto the blue gulf water. The enormous bed sat against a rich mahogany wall, a large sitting room with leather sofas to the right.

“I’ll leave you to sleep in here after we’re done. It’s the one place I can absolutely ensure your safety. Don’t worry about the windows. We can see out, but no one can see in. I’ll put the shutters back up if it makes you more comfortable.”

Willa approached the window and placed her palm onto the glass, taking in the sight of lights twinkling on the water.

“I’ve instructed the Captain. No anchor tonight. I don’t want any ties to the earth. Whatever seeks us from below will not find us,” Viktor assured them. He turned and looked to the sofa. “I’ve got the sofa or the bed. I’m not sure…well, where you’d like to begin.”

Willa smiled, hearing a tremor in his voice. Was the usually overly confident vampire actually nervous?

“The bed?” Willa took a deep breath and looked to Hunter.

“You sure?”

“I just want to lie down. It’s pleasurable, right?” she asked.

“Of course. I swear on my life I won’t hurt either of you,” Viktor promised.

Willa climbed onto the mattress. Like a cat she stretched out onto the soft black satin comforter. She closed her eyes and moaned. “Nice bed, vampire.”

Hunter laughed. “I don’t ever want to hear those words again.”

She smiled. Her eyes fluttered open, excitement swirling inside her belly as he crawled onto the bed towards her on his hands and knees.

“You look pretty comfortable.”

“That’s because I am. I really, really miss my bed.”

“I’m going to get us a new bed. Our bed.”

“Hmm…in Wyoming? I suppose I’m leaving Guatemala?”

“You can hire someone. I need my own personal physician.”

“But wolves don’t get sick.”

Hunter lay on his side, draping his arm over her waist. “You’ve got me tied up in knots, woman.”

Out of her peripheral vision, she caught the flicker of candlelight, Viktor blowing out a match. “Hmm…you’re definitely hot. So hot.” She laughed, rolling toward him. “You do know what you’re doing to me?”

“Help me, doctor.” He brushed his lips to hers.

Willa’s heart raced as his mouth captured hers, passion burning between them. She ached to be in his arms, to have Hunter deep inside her once again. Vampires. Demons. Danger. Nothing mattered in that moment but her Alpha.

Hunter tore his lips from hers, leaving her panting for breath. Her hands drifted underneath his robe, exploring his muscular chest. The throbbing between her legs intensified as she stared deep into his eyes.

“You know what’s going to happen here? You don’t have to do this,” Hunter told her.

“He’s right.”

Willa heard Viktor’s voice but couldn’t see him. She turned toward the window and caught sight of him watching them from a distance.

“Unless you’ve got really long fangs, you’re not going to get much blood from over there.” Willa released a nervous laugh. She couldn’t have imagined in what lifetime she’d willingly let a vampire feed from her, but she couldn’t deny the connection with Viktor.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his tone serious. “Are you both sure? Once this is done, it cannot be undone.”

“You can’t leave us on this boat alone, Vik.” Hunter told him. “This is our choice.”