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soft skin of her neck and breathe deep. The idea made his fangs throb. Okay, yeah, he wanted to bite her, too. How could he not? He imagined her blood would taste as good as she smelled.
    “You need to stay focused,” Talon said, cutting into his thoughts.
    “I’m fine,” Grimm lied.
    Talon looked over at him. “I didn’t say you weren’t fine. I said you needed to stay focused. Your mind’s not on the job, and I need it to be.”
    Grimm nodded, knowing the other man was right. If he wasn’t careful, he could get them killed, and he’d miss his date. Couldn’t have that. He forced back all thoughts of Kate. He could think about her after his shift was over, but now wasn’t a good time. He raised his head and sniffed the air. The slight tang of rot was on the breeze, and he motioned for Talon to follow him. All they needed was a break. All they needed was to take one of the blood-addicted captive and maybe they could start to get some answers.
    * * * *
    Quenton’s phone rang, and he picked it up without taking his eyes from the book he was studying. “Yes.”
    “Why haven’t you called me?”
    The voice that growled through the receiver made him catch his breath, and he began to grow hard. Reaper. Damn him. Quenton couldn’t get away from him. The man starred in every dream, and now he was calling him. What had he done to be so tormented? And why hadn’t he called? Reaper promised him a night he’d never forget, but something held Quenton back.
    “Quenton, I know you’re there.”
    “Of course I am,” he snapped. “But I’ve been busy.”
    “Really?” Reaper purred through the receiver. “All the time? Day and night? What have you been doing?”
    The man’s voice was lethal in its sexiness, and Quenton went blank. He had no idea what he’d just been asked or even how to answer. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What the hell? He was one hundred and twenty years old, not a child, and yet Reaper reduced him to some green boy.
    “Should I come there to see what you’re up to? Maybe I can help you?”
    Quenton huffed out a breath—everything Reaper said sounded sexual. Or, perhaps more precisely, Quenton imagined everything he said sounded sexual.
    “I’m fine,” he muttered. “I just have a lot on my mind.” Like you running your hands over my naked body and sucking my cock.
    “I bet I can help you with that.”
    Quenton froze. Had he spoken his thoughts aloud? Finally, he cleared his throat. “Um, I’m just making final arrangements to meet Feral and Lucian at the airport. We’ve finally worked everything out, and they’re coming in tomorrow night.”
    “You’re not going alone,” Reaper said. “We don’t know them or what they’re capable of.”
    He rolled his eyes. “I’m not an idiot, Reaper. I was planning on asking Styx to go with me since he’s off rotation tomorrow evening.”
    “I’ll switch with him and go with you.”
    “No, no,” he said quickly, “you don’t have to do that.”
    Reaper chuckled softly. “Afraid to be alone with me, Quenton?”
    “Of course not, don’t be crazy.”
    “Then why haven’t you called me? I know you want what I can give you, and I certainly wanna give it to you. In fact, I think about it a lot. You, naked on my bed, all that pale skin exposed and just waiting for my touch. I keep going over in my mind what I’ll do to you first, after I tie you down of course. I want you helpless and at my mercy.”
    “You do?” Quenton couldn’t help but ask.
    “Oh yeah. I’ll lick you all over, because I want your taste in my mouth. Then I’ll settle between your legs and suck your dick. I know it’ll taste so good. When my fangs come out, I’ll spread your legs wide and bite you high on the inner thigh. You’ll love the pain and pleasure it’ll give you. And when I drink, I’ll make sure you don’t come because I want it to last. I’ll turn you onto your stomach then and spread your legs wide because I