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“You’re a special man, Duncan,” she whispered. “Warped, but special. Somewhere out there is one special woman for you.”
“God, I hope not,” he whispered back, holding her tight. “What fun would that be?”
Adrian coughed. Duncan pulled away and winked at her. Harlee reached for her robe and slipped it on, catching Adrian’s scowl as he entered the room.
This was going to be interesting. She almost felt guilty for leading him on this way.
Almost.
“Was I interrupting?” he asked.
“No,” Duncan said. “We had just finished.” He made a show of adjusting his zipper.
Harlee stifled a laugh and Duncan caught and held her hand. “The other night with the three of us was somethin’, darlin’. I think we should do it regularly, don’t you? A regular threesome?”
“You think so?” she replied, slipping into the chair and grabbing the pot of coffee sitting there to pour a cup.
“Are you two out of your fucking minds?” Adrian said.
“Why?” Duncan asked, slipping into the other chair and filling a cup. “Any reason you wouldn’t want to do that? Can’t say I had anything to complain about, Adrian. Surely you didn’t either, from the way you fucked her.”
“Enough, Duncan,” he warned, glaring.
“Nah, I can’t say I had nearly enough of Harlee’s pussy the other night. Not nearly enough. I say we go at it again tonight.”
“That’s it!” Adrian advanced on him and Duncan shot out of the chair like a bullet. The two of them were nose to nose in an instant and Harlee just stared at both of them in shock. Adrian’s face was red with rage, Duncan’s lips curled in amusement.
“So, Harlee, I guess you have your answer. I think I need to go now.” He backed away from Adrian, picked up Harlee’s hand and kissed it, and sauntered from the room.
Harlee grinned at his departure, then turned to Adrian, hands on hips. “Well?”
“Well what?”
Oh, he was really pissed. His face was contorted in rage and his fangs exposed. “What was that all about?” she asked, keeping her voice calm and even despite the tension emanating from him.
“What?”
“That macho display of temper. You have something to say, then say it.”
“Fine.” He turned away from the door where Duncan had retreated and faced her. “The other night when I bit you, the bite was a little more…permanent, because that time when I bit you, you bit me. Which means we mated. A blood bond. It’s like a vampire marriage.”
“And this means?”
“It means there will be no more ménages. You don’t get to fuck anyone else. I don’t get to fuck anyone else.”
“You were going to tell me this when?”
“I was going to get around to it, dammit. I’ve been busy.” He glared at her as if this was all somehow her fault.
Harlee rolled her eyes. “Gee, that was romantic.” She turned away, sat back in the chair and picked up her coffee.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
“Yes.” She sipped her coffee and reached for the newspaper.
“Goddamit, Harlee.” He stormed over, threw the paper on the floor, tossed the coffee cup across the room and hauled her to her feet, pinning her arms at her sides. “You have to goddamned pay attention while I’m trying to tell you I love you.”
Her eyes widened. “That was an I love you?”
