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    He made no sense, but if he felt calm with Kayla walking around by herself then Lana wouldn’t go against his judgment. He was highly trained as it was, deadly even. “Well, okay.” She made her way past him when his large hand lightly grabbed her wrist.
    “Be careful, okay?”
    “What? I’m just going to the bathroom.” She didn’t know what had gotten into them tonight, but their behavior bordered on bizarre.
    “I know, but things are different now, more dangerous.”
    “I’ll be fine. You should be more worried about Kayla than you are about me. She actually went outside.”
    He didn’t let go of her wrist, just stared into her eyes with concern. “She can take care of herself. You, on the other hand, are very fragile and vulnerable. Be careful, okay?”
    Fragile? Vulnerable? She wouldn’t have used those two words to describe herself, but okay. “I’ll be back soon.” She thought his worry was a little overboard and hoped her words placated him. He visibly relaxed, gave a nod, and let go of her wrist. She stood there for a moment searching for the bathroom or any sign that would point out where to go.
    Lana hurriedly used the facilities and washed her hands in the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She stroked her finger over her cheek and under her eyes. She ran her fingers through her hair and was surprised her curls were still alive and bouncing. She left the bathroom and couldn’t help the worry that settled in her chest at the thought of Kayla alone outside. Kaleb might feel content his sister could take care of herself, which was so not like him, but Lana couldn’t get the news reports out of her head. She scanned the thick crowd of bodies dancing, trying to see where the exit was.

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    Aleksei stood at the tinted two-way window that framed his second floor office. He looked down at the club scene before him, the 34
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    revelations of earlier tonight making his blood boil. He needed a good fuck tonight, a hard fuck with a female who didn’t mind if he was a little dominant. He scanned the throng of people below, the sex pouring off of them in waves of arousal and lust. It coated the air so much that he could smell it through the thick glass. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets, his heart thumping to the beat of the song playing through the speakers. He was about to turn away when something, or more so someone, snagged his attention.
    Sitting at one of the tables was the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes upon. He stared at her, unable to draw his attention away from her. Her dark hair cascaded around her face in soft curls. Her body was small and petite, fragile in its appearance but beautiful nonetheless. Her lips were full and pink—the perfect lips for doing delicious things. She wasn’t what he usually went for. He normally liked his females a little curvier with wide hips he could grip while he pounded into them. His eyes roamed over her small breasts and thin frame. She was far too delicate for the aggressive things he was accustomed to, but he bet she was a wild cat in bed—the innocent looking ones usually were.
    He couldn’t imagine why he felt this way. He never felt such a strong, instantaneous lust for a female before. His fangs lengthened, and his cock thickened in anticipation of having her—from just staring at her. He couldn’t remember the last time he fed. It had to have been a while if a female was making him have this kind of reaction. He just needed to take her vein as he took her between her thighs, and all would be good.
    Usually, he just fucked the females and left, but when he was forced to feed off of them, when he let his hunger grow too strong and he couldn’t control himself, he fed from them. It was a very intimate act, even more so than the actual act of having sex. He tried to avoid it, but sometimes he couldn’t. That had to be why she was having this effect on him. There was no other explanation for his