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wonder.”
    The neighbor stepped out into the porch light, staring right at her. She pulled the blanket over her face and burrowed into her man’s warm chest. She had begun to think of this man as hers .
    “Cren, she’s … tired. Had too much to drink.” He hugged her close and turned away from the other man, shielding her with his body. “I’ll catch ya tomorrow.”
    Her savior stepped into his apartment and kicked the door shut behind him, right in his neighbor’s face. Though she hurt all over, she didn’t want him to let go. She wanted to keep this man, keep his arms around her. He smelled a bit ripe, sweaty, but still good. Her stomach growled at the thought of food within reach.
    He carried her over to the kitchen and set her on the stool at the breakfast bar. “You sound hungry. I can make you a sandwich.”
    Her stomach rumbling, she nuzzled against him as he tried to step away. His heart thudded loud and strong, right there, an inch away. All that juicy flesh just under the surface. Her teeth came out long and full, ready.
    “ Yes, I am hungry. Starving.” She struck into his neck, sinking her teeth in deep, grasping his shoulders to keep him from escaping her.
    “Ow, what the hell?” He tried to pull back. “Shit! Let me go.”
    She held on and slid off the seat, following him as he backed away. This one tasted rich, thick. Strong, healthy, much younger than the fifty-something police officer. She wrapped around him, arms and legs entwined tightly as he squirmed to dislodge her.
    “God damn.” He fell against the wall and pulled her on top of him as he scooted down to the floor to land on his rump. He twitched, spasmed, then stopped fighting.
    She realized she would have to stop soon, o r he would be hurt. With willpower she found from somewhere deep inside, she let go and tongued his neck furiously for every last drop. She wiped her face and licked the last of his blood off the back of her hand.
    He sat on the kitchen tile , back to the wall, his arms loose around her. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he labored to breathe. His hips squirmed beneath her. The spike of his hard cock ground against her pubic bone. She liked the feel of him between her legs. So strong and warm. She had a sudden urge to unzip his pants and find the juicy veins at the center of his sizeable erection.
    She shook her head, breaking the disturbing desire for carnage.
    Somehow, she knew that it would only take one or two more bites to claim him as her personal property, a slave. She didn’t know where the idea came from, but she knew this was true. She must have done it before.
    Try as she might, she couldn’t recall anythin g, no names, no faces, nothing.
    His hazel- brown eyes had watered up, dilated darker. She traced a tear down his stubbled cheek. He had an athlete’s face, with angular jawlines and strong, hard shoulders. She wanted to cut through his shirt and study the rest of him that she couldn’t see. This man would soon be hers, and she needed to inspect her future property.
    He was still dazed, sighing with the joy of her bite. Her fingers delicately slid across the bite on his neck. “Did I hurt you?”
    His eyes finally came into focus on her as he wiped a bit of slobber from the side of his mouth. “You’re one crazy bitch.”
    She nodded, probably , and grinned. Oops, too many teeth.
    Alarm struck his face. “W ho the fuck are you?” He finally pushed her off his lap. She watched his eyes track her inner thighs as she scooted back away for fear he might hit her. The man was unpredictable, but one thing she knew for sure, he desired her.
    She struggled to stand, still unsteady on her feet, and swayed until her hand found the counter to steady herself.
    “This silent shit doesn’t cut it. I need to know who you are.” He stood up and advanced on her. His hand rubbed his neck and came away with a touch of blood on his fingertips. He scowled. “Fuck, you broke the skin. Damn