Read Undercovers for Free Online Page A

had to begin to take her blood. He had to begin to drain her before they could tie him to the other murders, and so she allowed herself to be seduced by his power, knowing it was the only way to catch him.
    Her pussy throbbed and she stroked herself harder, faster, her clit stiff and engorged with blood. She grabbed her breast with her free hand, tugging at the hardened peak, sending shocks of pleasure washing over her.
    He whisked out of his clothing, his pale cock thick and hard. Her thighs opened wider, her entire body drunk with lust. When he covered her with his slender frame, her mind fought against the invasion that would soon come, until she remembered Roarke’s instructions when he offered her the assignment. Vampires do not fear sex, they embrace it. That part of you that is inhibited is the humanity in you—you will have to ignore that side of you if you want to survive this case.
    She understood now. The human Jasmeene cringed at Les’ touch and what he represented, but the vampire didn’t care. The vampire saw only a handsome man who could satiate her sexual beast.
    He rubbed his hardened length against her, but he didn’t enter her, as he teased her with the promise of more. With just that slight contact, she nearly exploded, her legs trembling. It was the rapture that made her needy, her body ravenous. She moved against him, their sighs of pleasure filling up the room
    She cried out when he pierced her throat, her body arching, as she offered him her neck. The pleasure was all consuming, threatening to sweep her away on some imaginary tide.
    It wasn’t until the pleasure receded, her orgasm fading that she realised he was still drinking from her. This was how he did it. This explained why his victims never showed signs of a struggle. He ensnared them with their own lust, their orgasms bringing them to submission. By the time they realised they were dying—they were dead. Had she not been half-vampire, she never would have stood a chance.
    She clawed at him, her body already heavy and lethargic. Her incisors exploded in her mouth, and she pushed at him, sending him flailing back. She was too weak to fight him, and she stumbled from the bed rushing to the door.
    He grabbed her by the neck, flinging her across the room. She hit the wall hard, her body crumpling. He stalked towards her, and she struggled to stand, her limbs refusing to cooperate. He stood over her, the icy glint of his stare, cold and sinister. He was going to kill her.
    She made one last lunge for him, missing when he stepped aside, her body thudding to the floor. Just as he was closing his hand around her neck, the door crashed in, and Roarke was there, his eyes red, his incisors bared, and he snarled when he saw her.
    The last thing she remembered was Les’ piercing cry then she blacked out.
     
    * * * *
     
     “I’m fine, Roarke, really.”
    With the exception of being mentally worn out, she was. Roarke had given her blood, and when the doctor arrived, he’d given her more. She was fully alert, and her minor scrapes completely healed. Roarke had nothing to worry about.
    He scowled, his eyes skimming over her again, before he finally grunted.
    “Call me when you get home. We need to talk.”
    She nodded. There was no point in arguing. If she didn’t call he would only show up on her doorstep. Besides, he was right. They did need to talk. But not about the case. The case they would deal with tomorrow.
    It was already the middle of the night, and they’d done as much as they could do for now. After Roarke restrained Les, they’d sent him straight to the city jail where he would stay until he was called to court. They also had the statements from the strippers and patrons who were present during the attack. Jensen had gotten away, but they’d find him soon enough, and for now the club was closed. All in all, it was a good day at the office.
    She made her way home knowing as soon as she got there he would expect her call—then he