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bunk.
     
    “Kalla, please.” He’d never wanted anything in his life as much as he wanted this woman. Vampire or not, enemy or not. Whatever she was, he wanted her.
     
    Her right hand stole up to cup his testicles, kneading gently as she raised eyes like smoldering embers to his face. “I hate that name. Always hated it. Stupid, girly.” Her left hand kept pumping, twisting, stroking him. Grig’s thighs tensed as he lifted in time with her caresses.
     
    “Sorry,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. But she shook her head, midnight silk flying about her angel’s face.
     
    “No. When you say it...” She licked her lips. “When you say it, I love it.” She inched a little closer, shouldering his legs wider apart.
     
    Grig looked deep into her eyes, seeing the reflection of his bone deep desire in the liquid black of her gaze. “Kalla,” he said again, voice choked. “I need you.”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    And then she lowered her head and took his cock between her lips. Heat blasted through Grig’s every cell at the silken glide of her tongue as she swirled it around the flared ridge before prodding gently at the small slit in the spongy head.
     
    He moaned, head falling back even as he tried to keep her in sight. The picture of her standing between his spread thighs, those candy red lips sliding down his shaft, was the most erotic thing Grig had ever seen.
     
    Kall sank down on him, swallowing his entire length. The ripple of her throat around his cock had him crying out, his orgasm already so close, though she’d barely touched him. Grig inhaled deeply, his chest tight, trying to stave off the pleasure that whirled like a fireball in his gut. Not yet, he didn’t want it to be over yet.
     
    As if sensing how close he was, Kall paused, breathing through her nose, her fingers tight around his cock. Her exhalations ruffled the dark curls that surrounded the base of his shaft as she just held his pulsing member in her warm, wet mouth.
     
    Grig reached out, stroking a hand over the ebony fall of her hair, letting the silken strands slide through his fingers. The thundering need to come abated fractionally, to a low buzz in his veins. After a moment, Kall began to move again, her eyes on him as she slowly lifted her head, drawing back until the tip of his cock rested against those pillow soft lips.
     
    Her tongue snaked out, lapping at him, and then she engulfed him once again, her hands stroking and squeezing, working his shaft as her lips and tongue slid over him. She sucked hard as he slipped into her throat and once again, Grig found himself on the edge of coming.
     
    “Kalla! Sweetheart!” His fingers tangled in her hair. But she didn’t still. Instead, she picked up her pace, bobbing up and down, her satin lips slick and warm as they stretched around him.
     
    Pounding waves of desire crashed through Grig’s veins. His hips flexed, buttocks clenching as he thrust upward, between her lips, burying himself in her throat over and over. He threw back his head and roared, the cords of his neck standing out starkly against his straining throat.
     
    Dimly, it occurred to him that it was a good thing the barracks were empty just now. Not that he would have cared if they weren’t. He cared for nothing now except the pleasure coursing through him and the slick, heated caress of Kall’s mouth on his cock.
     
    She gripped his hips, pulling him hard against her until he was buried to the hilt, her lips brushing his pubic thatch. Her fingers held him as he tried to buck against her wriggling tongue. So close! He was almost...
     
    And then he felt the sharp, sweet sting of Kalla’s fangs slipping into his throbbing, aching flesh. Grig exploded, arching violently upward, pressing her downward. His fierce, wonderful woman sucked him hard, swallowing as his cock swelled and pulsed between her lips. Both his blood and his seed flowed into her in a hot rush.
     
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