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Waverly collected the phones and stepped out onto the tarmac in her bra and panties. The roar of engines sounded around her, a cold breeze blowing across her skin.

“Come. Let’s get you inside.” Rafe appeared next to her and guided her up the stairs.

“Where’s Viktor?” she asked, panic in her voice.

“They’ve taken him to the master bedroom. You’ll have to feed him and then get him into the shower. I don’t know the strength of the powder, but it was enough to knock them out. I’ll meet you in a couple of hours up front. I want to make sure Greyson feeds all right.”

Waverly fought tears as they made their way down a small hallway, deeper into the plane. As they approached the doorway, her stomach dropped at the sight of Viktor lying unconscious on the bed. A young flight attendant knelt before him and extended her arm.

“No! Get away from him. He’s mine,” Waverly yelled. Jealousy flared, but she was far beyond taming it, and cordial words eluded her. “Get out.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Let me know if you need anything.” The woman scurried out of the room.

“Feed him. He’ll be okay,” Rafe commented as he closed the door.

“Thank you,” she managed, tears in her eyes.

Waverly curled against Viktor’s body, hot tears streaming down her face. Guilt threaded through her, knowing Adam had done this to him.

She pressed her wrist to his mouth and whispered in his ear. “Please. Viktor. Can you hear me? It’s going to be okay. But you’ve gotta feed. The silver…it’s done something to you. Please just—”

Waverly yelped as his eyes flew open and he grasped her wrist. Feral, his teeth sliced into her flesh. Helpless to move, waves of pain and pleasure threading through her body, she prayed she’d survive.

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Blood flowed down his throat, Waverly’s essence healing him, liberating him from the poison. Her soul engulfed him, yet the monster inside struggled to restrain itself. Control the beast.

“Viktor,” he heard her call.

Let her go. He fought the craving as guilt stabbed through him.

“Viktor? Can you hear me? Please be okay.”

He fought his unsated thirst. As the fog dissipated, he called for her. Waverly.

“Yes, baby. I hear you.”

The warmth of her skin surrounded him, waking him, calling him back from his feral nature. His teeth retracted, releasing her.

“Ah,” she cried as he flipped her onto her back and his lips brushed over hers.

“Dr. LaFleur,” he whispered, his erection pressed between her legs.

“Thank God you’re okay.” She brought her hands to his cheeks, her eyes widened in relief.

“I’m forever in your service.” Viktor’s body raged with desire for the incredible woman underneath him. He stole a brief kiss, resisting the urge to tear off her panties and fuck her senseless.

“We’re even then,” she panted, her chest heaving for breath. “We should, um, we need to get this stuff off you. I need to clean both of us off.”

“Shower,” he suggested.

“There’s a shower on here?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Let’s get you in the shower then. This stuff is poisonous.”

“Have I died and gone to heaven?”