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a similar reaction of pleasure and fierce need.
    Close your eyes, Jacob. Lean forward and lick the rest of the blood away. Slow, easy.
    She had to close her eyes when he did it. Then she began to move, a gradual rise and fall, aided by the constriction of his arm over her hips. When he suckled the blood away, his powerful body trembled, bloodlust warring with his love for her, his ever present need to care for her. She knew which would win. In a thousand years, she’d never trusted anyone the way she trusted Jacob Green. If the day ever came that he did kill her, it would be because she’d offered her life to him freely, knowing it was meant to be.
    I love you, my lady.
    Before she could reply, he lifted his head and brought her mouth to his. She tasted herself as he caught her in the demanding kiss, channeling the bloodlust into something else entirely. He thrust up deep into her channel, as he’d promised. Her fingers pressed into the cuts left by the vines in his throat, his biceps, and he let out that feral growl again.
    Love your cunt… could fuck you forever.
    Male need taking over, finesse gone. She threw her head back, hair lashing her buttocks and his knees as he dipped his head and covered her nipple, sucking it in, scoring it with fangs, a sensual threat. When she clamped down on him, he thrust even more violently into her, her slim body banded in the restraint of his arms. Slipping her legs out from their folded position, she locked them around his hips and dropped to a deeper angle of penetration, one that increased her sounds of need. He gripped her ass, fingers bruising, pushing her down on him, again and again. The fire in her belly expanded, the orgasm coming, driving up from their joining.
    Come for me, my lady. Make me come…
    She would let him give the order this time, because it matched her own desire. Her pussy was already spasming, and as she gave herself to it, the long, low cry that split from her throat grew higher, more frenetic. She held him fiercely, determined to have her way as well.
    Come, Jacob. Come for your Mistress.
    His thighs were hard columns, his booted feet pressed into the earth beneath them. As the earth responded to their magic, the energy they raised, she twined it around them, made it part of their shared orgasm, driving them even higher. The shiny leaves became even shinier, the moon sliver whiter.
    The ocean pounded louder in the distance, and the stars seemed closer. The whole world was connected to this magic. She rode the wave of it with him, twisting, turning, lost in the pleasure of it, screaming as he spurted inside of her, his seed bathing her cervix, teasing her over another pinnacle.
    Though she already had her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she pressed her face against his skull and held him even closer, reveling in the equal lock his body had on her, all that need and desire culminating in one moment that shattered them both.
    When the world reoriented itself, he nuzzled her throat. “You shouldn’t push me that way, my lady.” Stroking the reddish-brown strands of hair back from his strong face, she gathered it on his shoulders with one hand and tugged, giving him a feline smile. He sighed. “I know. I might as well tell you not to breathe.”
    He rose, still holding her by the waist, but let her feet touch the ground when he’d moved the necessary several steps to her clothes. Hitching up his jeans, he refastened them, then picked up her blouse, slacks and underwear. “Mason and Jessica are coming,” he said as he helped her dress. He left the slacks half zipped to hold them on her hips as he buttoned her blouse and then tucked in the tails for her, his hands caressing her curves as he did so.
    “Is that why you have a sudden urge to make sure I’m dressed?” She gave him an arch look. “You’re not wearing a shirt.”
    “Someone destroyed it, so you'll just have to deal with Jessica ogling my manly chest. I think it’s best we don’t test