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been for his belief in his superiority, the poor, handsome fool, she would still be trapped in her prison.
    She had wanted him, but he had managed to escape her. His brother had not. His brother had been young and very handsome. He had been a wonderful playmate in her bed, and his blood had been so plentiful and so sweet.
    Eventually she would find the gorgeous male who had freed her. She wanted him. But for now . . .
    She would find a man now. She would lure him into a night of carnal pleasure. Then, when she was well satisfied, she would take the ultimate prize.
    She would drink his blood.
    Slowly, she watched the gentlemen walk by. Many were drunk on spirits. Some looked bleak with despair. She had learned that men gambled their money here, and some lost fortunes in these places.
    Then she saw him. The perfect prey. A lovely young man with curly, blond hair. He could not be more than one-and-twenty years of age. His jaw was smooth, and he looked like an angel.
    Esmeralda stepped out of the shadows. She wore a gown of dark red, one that clung to her voluptuous figure. Her pale breasts almost spilled over the neckline. She smiled and spoke to the young man through her thoughts.
    Come to me, my beautiful lover. Come to me, and I will show you heaven.
    It did not matter what she said. No mortal man could resist a demoness like she.
    The young man turned and obediently trotted after her. She was slick with arousal, her heart pounding with desire and hunger.
    Here was the perfect place—a shadowy alley. The moment the young man appeared at the entrance, searching for her, she dragged him into the darkness and shoved him against the brick wall. Her fingers tore the placket of his trousers, releasing the earthy scent of his cock.
    How young and sweet he was. She bent on one knee, drinking in the rich, erotic smells. He moaned as she took his lovely staff into her mouth and sucked. He was enthralled, caught under her spell, and he rocked his hips to thrust into her mouth.
    She sucked him until he was thick and rigid, his cock engorged with blood. She felt it pulse against her tongue. She dragged her fangs along the ridged length of him, making him shudder. She was creamy now, her nipples erect with hunger and need. The pump of blood along the tip of her fangs was so thrilling and erotic, it made her want to howl with delight.
    She could bite now and feel his blood spurt out.
    But no, she wanted to be pleasured first.
    She released him and turned him, so she was pressed against the wall, and he was positioned between her thighs. His long, youthful, rock-hard penis was wedged between her skirts.
    “Push them up,” she whispered, panting with lust. “Fuck me.”
    He did so eagerly, and she savored his first long, hard thrusts. He was an eager young man.
    But then, as her orgasm built, she wanted the ultimate pleasure.
    As the climax roared through her, Esmeralda sank her fangs into the young man’s neck. Together, they both sank to the ground.
    And she gave her last spasm of an orgasm, as he slumped, lifeless, from her arms.

3
    The First Time, Finally
    O ctavia braced herself for the twinges of pain that she’d heard newly married ladies whisper about.
    But Sutcliffe withdrew slightly, making her mewl in frustration. She could feel the swollen head of his penis resting just inside her.
    She wanted him inside. Though she feared the pain, she yearned to be filled by him. The need was so strong, she almost wanted to scream.
    Braced on his arms over her, Sutcliffe arched a brow, looking very lordly.
    “How can you stop?” she asked in a raspy voice. She ached and throbbed inside. She felt as if she would burst if she didn’t do this. Why wasn’t he so desperate and lust-driven that he couldn’t stop?
    “I don’t want to stop. At any moment my hips might surge forward whether I like it or not, and the deed will be done.” The earl panted, and it lent a sharp rhythm to his words. “But every time I try to just take your