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needed –
to taste him again. It was painful. Instead, she wrapped her arms
around her knees and tucked her face in the crook of one
elbow.
    Wake up, Deidre! She ordered herself.
    Too aware of him, she tensed as he crouched
beside her, the scent too potent to be a dream.
    “I can’t … do this.” She shook as much from
need as fear.
    “You already have.”
    “It’s wrong.”
    “You feed me. I feed you. We give each other
life. What is so wrong in that?” he countered. His cool touch
calmed her this time, parted the reeling emotions and chaotic
thoughts.
    On some level – in the
newfound instincts that wanted to taste him – his words made sense.
Even with him taking the edge off, reality still wasn’t real. This
place, him, her situation – they couldn’t be, or she was going to go
insane.
    “Let me go. Please,” she whispered, raising
her head to see him.
    “It’s too late for that.”
    “Is there no part of you capable of …” she
stopped. His eyes were so cold and ancient. Hard. Unforgiving.
Merciless.
    “No, there’s not,” he replied just as
softly.
    “Am I so bad that I end up married to the
devil?”
    “You are the only innocent soul in Hell.”
His chilling smile did nothing to make his statement more
tolerable.
    Darkyn tipped her chin up, until she met his
gaze again.
    “This is where you belong. You must accept
that. You must accept me. I didn’t just turn you Immortal; I turned
you into one of my kind. A demon. One who must feed on blood to
live.”
    He offered his bloodied thumb. With effort,
she turned her head away.
    “I can’t be like you. I can’t hurt people or
drink their blood,” she said.
    “You don’t have to. You will only drink from
me. You will only hunger for me.”
    “And you?” she asked, bitterness in her
voice.
    “The same.”
    Uncertain if she understood him or not,
Deidre studied him. He had yet to lie to her, and she didn’t think
he was now. He had no need to; this was his domain. In his mind,
she was already his.
    “I will only drink from you,” he said
slowly, clearly. “It is what being blood bound means. Think of it
this way, love. You are saving five lives a day, simply by being my
mate.” He smiled.
    Deidre’s mouth almost fell open. “You were
killing so many people?”
    “Bled them dry. This will help you
rationalize and accept your place here, I believe.”
    She swallowed. “You turned me into a
demon.”
    “I did.” He shifted forward as he spoke and
nudged her head aside with his. The low purr in his chest was
audible. He nuzzled her neck.
    Deidre closed her eyes, hating that she was
turned on by the thought of him feeding from her. Of her needing
his blood.
    He turned her into a demon. A creature that
required blood to live. More tears squeezed from her eyes. She
already sensed she was fighting a losing battle. She wanted him so
bad, it hurt.
    “Drink,” he whispered.
    The impulse to do as he bid was too strong.
She touched his neck with trembling hands and felt his pulse. He,
too, was a demon, but he had a human body, a heart, blood.
    He waited.
    “There’s no going back,” she said
hoarsely.
    “No, there’s not.” Sensing she was yielding,
Darkyn drew her into his body.
    Deidre’s breathing was ragged as she tried
to process what she was about to do. She found herself nuzzling his
neck, compelled by the elusive scent and taste. Why didn’t the idea
disgust her like she thought it should?
    “This is really happening,” she said in
disbelief.
    “It is. You can’t hurt me. Drink.”
    “If you knew I was blood-bound, why provoke
me into a deal you already won?” she asked.
    “You need to confront what is before you.
Gabriel’s biggest mistake was not forcing you to accept your new
world from the start. I will not make the same one,” he replied.
“And I like to know you’ve got some fight in you. I’ll teach you
how to fuck like a demon before the week is out.”
    She hesitated. Need was thick in her body,
an