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His fangs slid out from between lips she knew were deceptively soft, and Cyn’s mouth went dry.
    “Raphael,” she whispered, and then her head fell back and all she could do was breathe as he bent over and put his mouth to her thigh, as his fangs sliced through the soft skin and pierced the big vein in her leg. Cyn gasped as the euphoric in his bite rushed into her bloodstream, as her blood grew heated and every nerve ending lit up like Christmas on steroids. She cried out when her clit came to glorious life, going from aroused to oh-my-god-I’m-coming in a single, thumping heartbeat. She tried to slam her thighs together, instinct ordering her to protect her throbbing clit from anymore stimulation, but Raphael wouldn’t let her. His hands held her wide open as his lips caressed her thigh around his fangs. She could feel the pull of his bite, the strong working of his throat as he swallowed her blood.
    She thrust her hips upward, unconsciously seeking a cock to fill her empty pussy as the orgasm rolled on and on, skimming over her skin like an electrical pulse, tightening nipples on swollen breasts, setting every nerve to trembling until she thought she’d fly apart, her body overwhelmed by too many sensations, too much pleasure for one woman to bear.
    Distantly, she was aware of Raphael’s fangs pulling out of her thigh, of the rough scrape of his tongue as he sealed the puncture wounds.
    “Sweet, my Cyn,” he rumbled in his midnight voice. His breath was hot against her pussy as he leaned forward and drew his tongue through the soaking wet lips of her sex, tasting the juices of her arousal. “Even sweeter,” he murmured. And then without warning, his hips were pushing her thighs wide as he slammed his cock deep into her body, forcing her sheath to accommodate him, her inner muscles trembling, stroking him with a thousand fingers, pulling him in and squeezing him tightly, rippling all along his length.
    Cyn bit back a groan of pleasure, sighing out a breath instead, as her arms came around his broad shoulders and her legs wrapped around his hips. She could feel the flexing of his tight butt as he thrust in and out, moving in a steady, pounding rhythm.
    His mouth went to her neck and she thought he’d bite her again, but he kissed her instead, licking and tasting his way to her lips where he took her mouth in a hungry kiss. She tasted her juices on his tongue, her blood on his lips, and she shivered with desire, with sheer lust.
    “Raphael,” she whispered, wanting to tell him so much. How much she loved him, how he filled her life with light and energy, how much more of everything she was because he loved her. But she couldn’t say any of that, couldn’t come up with words beautiful enough to convey the depth of emotion he deserved. So, she just whispered his name and held him close, feeling the fire burn hotter and hotter between them as her sheath tightened around his cock, rippling along his length, pumping him until his release flooded her body with heat, and they roared over the edge together.

Chapter Three
    “IS IT TRUE WHAT I’ve heard?” Pascal asked casually. He was on routine patrol with a young vamp named Riley. Young, not necessarily in years, since Riley had been turned about the same time as Pascal. But in terms of experience, they were worlds apart. Riley was so naïve that Pascal was almost embarrassed for the kid.
    “Is what true?” the kid asked absently. His attention was only half on their conversation at best. He’d made it clear to Pascal that he didn’t think it was appropriate to chat while they patrolled. It was nearly impossible for Pascal not to talk, however. It was a flaw he’d accepted about himself long ago. He was who he was. Others could accept him as-is, or move on. He generally didn’t care either way.
    Unfortunately, his current assignment forced him to restrain his freedom-loving ways in favor of accomplishing his task. And that meant getting the inside scoop on