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What was this?
But the sensation didn’t stop there as it continued to work down her abdomen and lower until she was clenching hard, dizzy, and ready to attack the next man she saw.
“Rachel?”
She knew that deep gorgeous voice and it came from right in front of her. She opened her eyes and because her elbows were still on her knees, she saw Duncan’s fierce battle sandals first, then the sexy leather of his black kilt that had always given her a rush.
And as she leaned back, her gaze became fixed on what she couldn’t mistake as anything other than a profound erection.
Oh, sweet Creator.
At the same time, the scent that now rolled off Duncan kept coming at her, deepening the pleasure between her legs.
He lifted her up and pulled her into his arms so that all his wonderful hardness was pressed up against her.
She put both hands on his face, loving the sight of his fangs on his lips. Gone were all the fights that had broken them up over the years. All she felt right now was her constant affection for him as well as a raging desire to jump his bones.
“Duncan.”
He angled his head as he slanted a kiss over her lips. And as soon as she parted for him, he drove his tongue deep, setting up a rhythm that matched the solid grind of his hips against hers.
His scent, his nearness, his muscular warrior body made her forget her surroundings completely.
He picked her up, moving her away from the bench and pushing her against the wall.
Good idea, she sent.
He grunted in response.
And as she engaged with him, an awareness of his power returned, vibrating over every inch of her skin and flowing through her bones.
Somewhere in the distance she heard Luken say, “What the hell? Where did they just go?”
Then Endelle, “They’re right there, dumbfuck. Duncan has her pinned against the wall and he’s lifting her skirts. Oh, yeah, this is going to be good. Higher, Duncan. Now, just lose the kilt. Fold it the hell away.”
All those words spoken in sequence, forced Rachel to draw back; she and Duncan were being watched.
She pushed at him but he didn’t budge and he kept reaching for her lips. He grunted heavily and that’s when she knew he was completely out of control, lost in some kind of caveman state. He was on the verge, so how was she supposed to stop him now?
She hit his mind hard with, Duncan, we’ve got an audience. Endelle can see us. You have to stop.
He didn’t seem to hear her as he slid his lips to her throat and began to suck at her skin over the vein. I need to drink from you. Now.
Oh, God. Duncan.
She knew he was close to sinking his fangs and if he did, there was no way she would be able to stop either him or herself. So, she did the one thing she didn’t want to do, and added resonance to her telepathy, then shouted into his mind, “Let me go!”
“Aw, fuuuuck.” He pulled back, holding his head in his hands. “That hurt.” Resonance combined with telepathy caused a mountain of pain.
Rachel’s cheeks flamed as she turned toward the others.
Luken said, “Oh, there they are. Hey, wait. Why couldn’t we see them before and … why is Duncan showing fang … oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Endelle shook her head. “They’ve got the disease.”
Luken waved a hand in their direction. “But he’s only a Militia Warrior.”
Endelle shook her head. “Not anymore. He’s become a Warrior of the Blood. And just to be clear, you’ll need to train him.”
