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cut. Shit, he didn’t have to do this. He hadn’t even planned on cutting more wood today, but hell if he was going to stay in that tiny cabin with her.
    What was she a vampire vixen? She sure as hell didn’t know how to listen or what the word “no” meant. Blasted, sexy fucking woman...
    He hefted the axe into the air and let it fall hard into the wood. It snapped and cracked from top to bottom. It didn’t take long for him to fall into the motions of chopping wood. He performed the action without really thinking.
    He thought it was a dream. He’d been dreaming of a sexy vampire with copper hair, and as he noted this morning in the sunlight, blonde and dark brown lights spread throughout her thick mass of hair. There was no doubt in his mind she was the devil.
    Was she sent by one of his brothers? Were they convinced that the only way to make him better was to have a vampire seduce him? No that wasn’t like them. They’d send a lykaen, not a vamp.
    In his dream, he’d been sweating, his balls pulled up tight as she suckled him and he was certain that at any moment he’d blow. Yet even in his dream, he sensed her apprehension, her anxiety. She’d never even done it before, she’d said. That news alone brought forth so many damned questions. He had the urge to go in there and shake her into telling him the truth. Like why her face was busted up and who did it and why. Why was she running through his woods and not in a car or with family and friends?
    A faint sound caught his ears, making him twitch. The axe hung in the air as he listened. There it was again. A soft, husky moan.
    She was...
    “God dammit,” he growled and swung the axe down hard. It split the wood like a lightning strike and sunk deep into the earth below. He let go of the axe and stalked towards the cabin. The sound came again like a gentle caress over his body. He stopped, struggling to breathe and comprehend, and trying like hell not to envision what she was doing.
    Oh, hell. Now he could do nothing but see images of her rubbing her soft sex. Another husky moan seduced his ears. Well she did warn him. His cock was acting as if the sounds she made were just for him. It thickened, lengthening in his pants, throbbing like he’d never touched it in his whole life.
    His cock didn’t seem to understand that it just came—a lot—inside that vixen’s hot little mouth. It pulsed in his jeans, and he glared at it. It also was in agreement with her. Especially since it hadn’t been touched since Dana died.
    Her soft moans were coming faster now. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. She was close. Was she thinking him? About his cock sliding inside her, spreading her wide, and filling her deep? As if his body had a mind of its own, he reached down and opened his jeans. His cock sprang free and he grabbed the heavy flesh in his fist.
    He remembered the soft flicks of her tongue and the touch of her lips from his dream. She’d moaned when he came in her mouth as if she liked it. Breathing heavy, he pumped his fist. He knew this was going to be fast. He could hear her legs shuffling back and forth on the bed, could hear her breath getting quicker and quicker. He knew her fingers were working herself fast. Was she cupping a breast as she did, tugging on her pretty little nipple?
    A sharp cry spilled out from the cabin, and he knew she was coming. Biting his lip to stifle a groan, he stroked himself once more before he started coming. He pictured her hips jerking as she came, her nipples pulled into puckered points begging to be sucked. He tasted blood as he jetted his release in long pulls onto the leaves on the ground.
    All was silent then except for the scurrying of rodents in the forest. Cursing himself, he kicked some leaves on top of his mess and leaned against the cabin for support. Every minute she was here, he was desecrating Dana and the baby’s remains.
    She was leaving today. Thank god, because he couldn’t stand to have her here a