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“I likeyou, anyway,” she admitted, low-voiced.
A look passed between us. I didn’t answer, but my anger eased.
I drew a finger down the center of her throat. Her pulse fluttered, causing my fangs to tingle with the urge to lengthen. The craving pulsed in me.
Her gaze slid from mine. “I don’t want to. But some things you can’t help.”
“I know.”
Our gazes tangled. We stared at each other, arrested.
You feel this thing between us, too?
Yeah.
Then she turned her head and closed her eyes, deliberately shutting me out.
A harsh growl vibrated in my chest. She could try to shut me out; that didn’t mean she’d succeed.
I traced my finger through the slight cleavage formed by her small, perfect tits and continued down to circle her navel. I toyed with her clit. Her thighs tensed and she caught her breath.
I removed my hand and combed my fingers through the neatly trimmed hair on her mound. She squirmed on the velvet cushions.
“Damn you! Do it already. This is me, begging. I need to come.”
I nearly laughed aloud. She wasn’t begging. No, she was practically ordering me to get her off.
And damn if it didn’t turn me on. Shewasa badass, after all. Her strength challenged the alpha in me, made the erotic game we were playing even more enjoyable. Easy women bored me.
I’d take this complicated, secretive, former—or not-so-former—slayer over any other thrall in the castle.
Hell, I’d take her over any thrall I’d ever had, period.
I moved lower, putting my mouth to her sex. “I think you can do better,” I said against her slick pink flesh.
“Better?” She sounded dazed.
“Mm-hm.” Getting up, I snagged a condom from my pants pocket, then came back to stand over her.
She sat up and reached for me, but I shook my head as I rolled it on.
“Lie down and spread your legs,” I told her.
Her beautiful almond eyes flared. For a few moments I thought she’d refuse, then she lay back down, propping herself on her forearms. Holding my gaze, she slowly spread her thighs in invitation.
I knelt between her legs and stroked her throat, locating the plump jugular vein. It pulsed beneath my fingertips; sweet, dark seduction. My mouth watered.
She caught my wrist, holding me still. “Are you going to feed from me?”
“Not tonight.” She still needed to gain back that weight she’d lost. “But I will take a sip.”
She licked her lips. “All right.”
I eyed her, unable to read how she felt about my feeding from her. Guilt niggled at me. The syndicate thralls always signed a contract spelling out the agreement between us before anything happened, but I wasn’t willing to enter a thrall contract with Twilight. The dark part of me liked owning her, didn’t want to give her any kind of an out.
I tugged my wrist from her fingers and went back to stroking her—her throat, her breasts. “It doesn’t hurt. The thralls love how it makes them feel.”
She nodded. “I’m not worried.” A short pause, in which her gaze slid from mine. “You’re not my first. And I don’t mean Fleur’s coven. That was against my will, and those SOBs knew it and didn’t give a fuck.”
