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“I just can’t—”
“No!That’s not what I mean.I mean this… This…needfor you.This yearning.This damnedache.Why?It’s not…right.”
I scoff.“You sweet talker, you.”
“Easy, princess.I’m not in the mood.”
I eye the bulge in his crotch.“Seems like you are to me.”
“You know what I mean.”He stalks toward me once more.“If I can’t fuck you, I think I’ll go insane.”
My gums tingle, and this time I can’t stop my fangs.They erupt, shooting the blood lust through me like surging electricity.
His heartbeat… God, so loud!I inhale a whiff of his strong wolf scent.
Blood.Need blood.
“You have to leave,” I say.“Now.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yeah, you are.”The blood lust courses through me, and I open the door and push him into the hallway.I slam the door and lock the deadbolt.
My strength during the blood lust never ceases to surprise me.Victor is tall and muscled, and I pushed him out the door as if he were a waif.
If he only knew how much I wanted to sink my fangs into his flesh, draw on his wolf blood.
Instead, I take the small cooler out of my suitcase and extract a bag of O positive.Though I’m tempted to rip it open and feast, I restrain myself.Explaining a blood bath on my bed to housekeeping isn’t on myto dolist.I take the bag to the bathroom, hold it over the sink, and open it.Then I pour it down my throat.
Smooth and thick, it quells the lust but not the hunger.
For I know only one thing will sate my hunger now.
Victor Rogan.
LATER,after cleaning every speck of blood from the bathroom, I lie in bed.Sleep doesn’t come, and it’s not because I’m nocturnal.
The blood didn’t satisfy my hunger.
I’ve never fed from a living being.
I don’t want to start now, but I’m desperate.Even alone in my room, the thumping hearts of the other guests invade my ears.Blood is all around.Fresh, warm blood.
Dare I?
I rise and dress in the clothes I wore earlier.Maybe if I take a walk, get some exercise, use up some of the pent-up energy I should have expended fucking Victor.
Damn, there’s a lot of it.
I wander to the elevators and down to the lobby.The crowds from earlier are gone, but the casino is still hopping at three a.m.Has my father considered moving headquarters here?Vegas is the perfect place for nocturnal people.
God, all the blood!
I have to get out of here.I whisk toward the revolving doorway and go outside.The night is balmy, and even a breeze doesn’t cool me off.
I need to get off the strip.Too many lights.
I crave darkness.Darkness, where I can do what I need to do.
