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“Rahvyn.”
He said her name as the hard length at the front of his hips fitted itself into the juncture of her core, the pressure bringing a piercing echo of pleasure throughout her entire being. But she had only a moment of the exquisite weight of his strong body on top of her own. As soon as the sensation registered, he rolled his torso to the side, her mouth’s seal moving with his neck—and she had a feeling he was repositioning himself so she wasn’t pinned or trapped.
But she knew who she was with.
What she was worried about was harming him. She was not sure whether he understood the danger he had put himself in. He was relying on her to stop drinking, when with every swallow, she became more charged for taking from him—and then there was the urge to mate, which was redoubling as well.
A firestorm was owning her, one that was incompatible with making rational decisions.
As an alarm began to sound at the base of her brain, she knew she had to act fast. With a self-control she did not know she possessed, she forced herself to relinquish the lock on his vein—and as she pulled back, she was astonished to see a silver flash around the wound.
“Your blood…” she said with wonder as she touched her mouth.
“Don’t stop. Take more of me. Take all of me—”
The frenzy she felt was likewise in his eyes, and that was even more dangerous. He was not going to halt this.
“No, I will not.” She touched his face. “It is not safe.”
From the puncture wounds, tendrils of silver rivered down his throat, and in a quick surge, she licked the wound closed—and became conscious of a tingling throughout her body. Indeed, this was like no feeding ever before, the sensation of strength coming upon her, and yet there was something else. A shimmer. As if his blood brought her nutrients she had never had before, never even knew she needed.
“Lassiter… I want you,” she breathed. “Please, I ache.”
“I’ll take care of that, don’t you worry—” His eyes drifted down. “Oh, God, you’re beautiful.”
In the back of her mind, she was surprised she was so comfortable being naked with him. Then again, that was how you knew you were with the right male. That you were safe. That you were cherished.
As he dropped his head toward her, she went for his mouth—and something was unleashed. In her. In him. The kissing became intense, his lips grinding on hers, and then his tongue was inside of her as she dug into his back with her short nails. This time, as she tugged at him, he went where she wanted him: Fully on top of her, his hair falling around her face, all blond-and-black waves, the thickness between his thighs pressing into her again.
Only this time, with no barrier on her side, and just the scrubs bottoms on his.
So no barrier at all, really.
Pushing her knees up, she tilted her hips and—
The moan that came out of her was so loud, she probably should have been more quiet about it, as walls and doors were thin. But then Lassiter swallowed most of the sound.
Things got hotter from there.
The movement. Dearest Virgin Scribe, he began flexing his lower back, and then releasing it, flexing and releasing, and with every surge forward, that arousal of his stroked her sex. Soon he would be inside of her doing that, and then he would fill her up. She had hated that from before, the essence of that aristocrat pooling inside her.
With Lassiter, she wanted to be his receptacle.
Needed his release in her core just like his magical blood had gone down her throat.
* * *
Just how far did she want to take this? Lassiter wondered.
He hadn’t been sure how Rahvyn would feel with him on top of her, but with the way she was moaning? Especially as he started to ride her a little? She seemed to want this as badly as he did—and after she’d taken his vein, he was next-level hot for her.
Nearly coming right now.
Breaking the kiss, he lifted himself off her. Beneath him, she was flushed and panting, her head going back and forth on the pillow in frustration. When she’d wanted her clothes gone, he’d obliged, whisking them off with his mind… so that he was now what clothed her, only the bottoms of his scrubs separating them.
“Rahvyn,” he said as he stared at her spectacular breasts.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Yes…”
“Watch me.”
When he was certain that she saw him properly, he dipped his head and kissed her shoulder. Then her collarbone. Then the top of her sternum. Sweeping his hand down the side of her ribs, he moved himself lower on her body.
“You’re so damned beautiful.”
Her bare breasts were rosy-tipped and perfectly proportioned for her body, and he had to touch them, his hand shaking as he cupped one and brushed his thumb over her nipple—
