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When he realized he was too close to becoming one of us.

I will make him want it, too. And if he wants it, she will.

He will take her in front of me. In every possible way. And then he will open her veins for me and we will both drink from the Fire Bird.

I run my hand down my throat, between my breasts, over my stomach, toward the apex of my thighs.

I need release.

Evan – a tall, blond Cambridge student who stumbled into my clutches one night at a student bar – pauses beside me.

We have fucked before, but not for a while.

He drops his gaze to my fingers, now tucked into the hem of my skirt, and raises his eyebrows. He licks his fangs.

I nod.

He drops to his knees and lifts my skirt higher, burying himself beneath it.

I lean back against the wall, raising my leg and opening myself to him.

His tongue is eager. Too eager at first. I grab his shirt, pull him free, lift his face, and slap him hard. “Take your time.”

His mouth drops open. Inside his pants, his cock twitches in response.

This time, he does a better job. He works me into a frenzy, but before I orgasm onto his tongue, I stand up and turn around.

This time, I don’t need to give him instructions. He unzips his jeans, frees his cock and thrusts it into me.

His hands move to my breasts, but I grab one of them and force it back between my legs.

“Now you can speed up,” I whisper.

And he does.

He fucks me hard and fast, the way only vampires can fuck. Hard enough to break a human. Hard enough to make me see stars.

But as he pounds into me, all I can think about is Kole.

He fucked hard and fast, too. A mage who drinks blood the way vampires do. Strong. Not fast. Not like Evan. But with an energy that used to make me come before he’d barely touched me.

Suddenly, Evan’s cock feels like nothing but a disappointment.

I come quietly and quickly, and the orgasm is a disappointment too.

He’s groaning and thrusting, and I hate him for not being good enough.

I push him off me and turn around.

He stands, pathetic, jeans around his ankles, cock hard and slick from my wetness. He looks confused. His lip curls, exposing his fangs.

“Finish for me.” I drawl in a voice laced with boredom.

“I want to fuck you,” he says, his upper class lilt dragging a shudder from between my ribs.

I say nothing, simply raise my eyebrow, adjust my dress, and fold my arms.

Evan grunts and wraps his fist around his dick.