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“Touch me,” the woman begged. “Make me yours. Please.”
Winter waited for the hand to move up, for his fingers to play with the woman’s aroused nipples. Instead, he gripped her hips tighter until she stopped rubbing on him, then lifted his head—but not without sealing the wound he had inflicted with a press of tongue over her skin. The woman basked in that, too, moaning loudly, then weakening against him. Nate caught her easily.
“That is all I can give. Romina?”
Romina whirled and rubbed her chest against him. Then she melted when he turned her back around, eyes so sleepy while she sighed dreamily.
“The other side of my neck is free. You barely took a sip. I know you want to.”
He tilted her head and pressed his mouth against her neck, murmuring soft words. Winter tried to listen, but his voice became the center point of her focus as he crooned once more.
“A question for every sip. Your utmost pleasure for cooperating. I will be very, very gentle, darling.”
“You can be rough with me.”
“Easy, Romina. Gentle is where it’s at. I will not ravage you.”
Heat sank in her body and had Winter trembling enough that she finally found the courage to step back. When she almost stumbled, she gripped a nearby dresser and gathered her senses, then quietly made her way out of the room, desperate not to be discovered. Somehow, she made it out of the room undetected, but her knees shook so much that she had to stop in a hallway and gather her bearings. Everything pulsed wildly, but it was when her core throbbed that she reared back.
“Oh, no. Hell, no.”
Only a fool would be aroused that a vampire decided to be gentle when they had the option not to take blood directly from a human’s body at all. She had written that, hadn’t she? Now here she was, incited just because a master showed a bit of kindness and didn’t seem to be into blood parties. Or sex parties. Or any kind of scandalous thing, it seemed.
“Kindness, my ass. I bet he holds secret sex sessions in the dungeon.”
And she would bet that he kept other human lovers and wrapped them around his finger with that irritatingly mesmerizing crooning. Winter scoffed, straightened her legs, and stomped off. When she bumped into a figure in a corner, she scowled.
“I hope you don’t have plans of entering your boss’s room, Maddox. He’s still busy fucking Romina.”
The neutral expression broke, but Maddox recovered promptly. “Master Nathaniel does not have sex with humans.”
“What?”
“He feeds from them but keeps his other relations strictly with fellow vampires. Mostly he feeds from blood bags. They can last him months until he has to feed on a human again.”
“Let me guess. It’s an equality thing.”
“Yes. But we have to make it seem like—”
“Like he fucks humans left and right.”
He blinked. “Yes.”
“And how many people know this so-called secret?”
“Just Hilda and I. And a few trusted servants.” He frowned. “And you.”
And apparently, she was the most untrustworthy of this bunch. Annoyed, Winter continued stomping off, not surprised to find him shadowing her until she got to her room’s door. She shot him a warning look.
“Don’t enter my room. I don’t want a vampire breathing down my neck when I wake up.”
“You are not my type.”
“I didn’t mean sex,” she protested, which had his brows lifting.
“I didn’t mean sex, either. A half-human eats the same thing as humans if we can help it.”
The word registered, and she studied him in a different light. The tan complexion and pale orbs began to make sense.
