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blindfolded, teased by a man she didn’t know.
    “Ohhhh, yeah,” he breathed. “You’re getting wet, aren’t you? Ready for me.”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes.”
    “You want me?”
    “Yes.”
    “You want my cock?”
    The rough eroticism of the word made her shudder. “Yessssss.” A desperate hiss through clenched teeth. God, she wanted him so bad. Wanted his hands, his thick shaft, his strong, hot body grinding into hers. She craved him as she’d never craved a man in her life, craved him as a junky craves a fi x.
    “Good. Because I want you, too.” He breathed the words into her ear, his lips brushing delicate flesh as they moved in wicked promise. “I want your mouth and your pretty breasts and your wet little pussy.” His voice dropped into a growl. “And I want your blood.”
    “Oh, God!”
    His hands went suddenly, deliciously rough as he dragged her thighs apart and mounted her, lifting her ass, angling her upward. He drove his cock into her wet, swollen flesh in one hard stroke, even as his mouth found her leaping pulse.
    She felt fangs pierce her skin, the fi rst rush of blood as he began to drink in long, hungry swallows.
    Just as his hand found the length of silk that blindfolded her. Snatched the thin scarf away.
    Gasping, grinding up into his powerful thrusts, she met her own gaze in the mirror. And saw the man braced over her on muscled arms, eyes glowing vampire red as he fucked her in long, furious thrusts.
    Logan MacRoy.
     
     
    Giada jerked awake. A flick of will activated the bedside lamp, sent light spilling across her bed.
    The bed that held no one but herself.
    No Logan. No vampire lover with a taste for blindfolds and bondage.
    What the heck was up with that ?
    Giada sat up and raked both hands through her hair. Her fingers caught in the tangled mass, and she tugged in sheer sexual frustration. She’d never had a dream that nakedly erotic.
    Had it been a dream? A product of her body’s attraction to Logan colliding head-on with Arthur’s orders? Or had it been something more?
    Something like, say, a vision of the future?
    Maybe it was just a dream . She fell back against the pillows and stared at the hotel room ceiling, nibbling her lower lip. Could have been. I’m attracted to him. It would be only natural to have a dream like that about a guy who turns me on. It didn’t have to be a vision .
    Yet she’d never had an erotic dream that intense, that vivid. Of course, she hadn’t had a whole lot of erotic anything . The vampire who’d made her a witch had been only the second lover Giada had ever had. Since then, she’d been so busy trying to learn to use her magic, there’d been no time to even think about sex.
    Well, she was sure thinking about it now.
    Not a good idea. Sex with a Latent could have serious implications.
    Like Logan, all Latents were descendants of one of the original knights or ladies of the Round Table. As such, they carried Merlin’s genetic spell in their DNA, a spell created when Camelot’s chosen few had drunk from the wizard’s enchanted Grail. If the spell was never activated, Latents eventually died of old age, just like any other mortal.
    But if a member of the Magekind made love to a Latent, the spell would be activated, triggering a magical transformation. The men became vampires, while the women gained magical powers. Apparently Merlin’s own alien race followed the same pattern—male vamps, female magic users.
    It took at least three sessions of lovemaking to activate Merlin’s Gift—sometimes more. Good thing, too, because the transformation could have unpredictable results. Giada had heard of Latents going insane from the transformation. As a result, it was strictly forbidden to Change someone without the permission of the Majae’s Council, which determined who could safely acquire all that power. Logan himself had already been cleared years before.
    Unfortunately, sometimes the council made mistakes. One of Giada’s fellow