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  “I’m almost envious,” Viper murmured, observing Melanie’s deepening scowl. “She’ll eat you alive.”

  Moses snorted, grimacing as his cock crowded against the front of his trousers. His erection hadn’t let up a bit since she’d worked her magic. He tried to sway his friend one more time. “Viper, if things go south…”

  “I’ll do what I have to.”

  Moses tamped down his frustration. Viper was as hardheaded as they came. “There’s got to be another way. She’s not a bad person.”

  Viper swung toward him. “You’re forgetting—she’s not a person at all.”

  “You’ve lived too long among vamp scum, buddy. If something goes wrong, she’s not responsible.”

  “If she proves dangerous, do you really think she could be happy on lockdown for the rest of her life?”

  Moses rubbed his head in frustration. “Just keep in mind the fact she’s not soulless. It matters.”

  Viper sat on the edge of the console table, his arms folded over his chest. “Tell me, Moses. Just how much do you like this girl? Or is it just about the sex?”

  Anger burned through him, but he’d been around the block a time or two and understood why Viper was so worried. He’d cut him some slack. But only so much. “Oh, I like the sex. A whole damn lot. But there’s more to her. She’s…surprising. Funny. Tiny. Fierce.” He aimed a steady glare at Viper. “A lot like your Mariah.”

  Viper shot up from the console and turned away. “Don’t go there,” he said quietly.

  Moses knew he’d rubbed salt into an old wound, but mentioning Viper’s wife was the only way he could get him to understand where he was coming from. “You’d move heaven and earth to keep her safe. You gave her up to make sure she didn’t come inside anyone’s radar.”

  “I gave her up to keep her safe from me.” Viper’s lips twisted into a parody of a smile.

  “Don’t gimme that.” His hands fisted at his sides. “You wouldn’t harm a hair on her head. You never gave yourself over to your inner beast. And you’re still talkin’ to me. Does that mean you don’t give a shit what happens to me?”

  “You can handle it.”

  Moses grunted. “Exactly. I’ll handle Melanie. And whatever it is that I feel for her, well, it’s my own damn business.”

  Viper held up his hands. “Whatever. I’m through trying to talk sense to you. Meantime, your balls have to be blue.”

  Moses wrinkled his nose. “They’re too damn black to be blue.”

  Viper laughed. “All right, you better get in there. But I’m not gonna shut off the monitor to save you embarrassment.”

  “Who’s gonna be embarrassed?” Moses asked with a smirk. “You can even take notes.” He was still chuckling as he approached Melanie’s bedroom door. He leaned close and heard muffled muttering inside. She was in a snit.

  Without knocking, he quietly unlocked the bolt and opened the door.

  Melanie stood in the center of the room, legs spaced apart, hands braced on her hips.

  He cleared his throat.

  With a slow move, her head turned and she aimed a deadly glance over her shoulder. “I don’t like that I don’t have any control over this.”

  He tsked and shook his head. “Baby, you’ve got all the control.”

  “But I don’t want it.”

  The winsome note in her voice made him want to wrap her in his arms. But that would be a mistake. Between his hard-on and the way she trembled like she was barely holding herself together, they’d light up like gunpowder when they touched. “I’ve got an idea.”

  “You can think?” Her gaze trailed down to the front of his pants where he knew she could see an impressive bulge.

  “Not all guys lose their minds when they’re horny.” Only he had. When he’d hammered her in her apartment. Best not to think about that now.

  “Good to know. What’s the plan?”

  “Get you juiced. Force you to transform. I’ll let you work your mojo then see how it goes.”

  “If I go too far? I don’t want to hurt you, Detective. I really don’t.”

  “It’s Moses. Call me that or stud,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows. “I’ll answer to both.”

  She gave him a quick, tight smile. “He’s watching, isn’t he?”

  “Yeah, for the duration. But we’re both gonna forget about that.”

  “You’ll be completely at her mercy.”

  “And maybe the thing inside you knows I’m willing.” He shrugged. “She won’t feel like she has to go crazy on my ass to hold me down.”

  Her lips curved up at the corners in a whimsical smile. “But I might. There are things I’ve wanted to do…”

  “I’ll love it all,” he said in a soothing tone. “Promise. But right now, I have to open my damn pants.”

  “Feeling a little constricted?”

  “Baby, I’ve never been so hard, so long. You’re some kinda jacked-up Viagra.”

  Melanie laughed. “Then maybe I’m not all bad.”

  “That’s the hope, sweetheart.”

  Taking a step, she started toward him.

  He held up a hand to halt her. “Let’s undress where we stand. If you touch me, my legs might not hold me up long enough to get to the bed.”

  Her head canted. “Think I can’t resist touching you if you’re in reach?”

  “Huh. I can barely stand it from here. I figured you must be feelin’ the same.”

  “Ain’t that the truth,” she muttered.

  His fingers felt clumsy, but he managed to quickly shed his clothing, letting it fly around the room. She did the same. Tossing the necklace first. When they were both nude, they stood apart, gazes trailing up and down in long, sensual teases. His paused on her ripe breasts, on the distended nipples, so tight and protruding they made his mouth water with the urge to bite and suckle. When he moved down to her pussy, his chest tightened. Breathing stalled.

  Her brown thatch was wet.

  Melanie’s hand slid between her legs, a finger tucked between the folds, and she swirled the tip around and around. “Like some of this, Moses?”

  His cock jerked. Still hard. Still so tight he thought his skin might split like a grilled sausage. He hissed between his teeth. “Baby, I hurt. You keep doin’ that, I’m gonna want to see how wet you are inside.”

  A smile teased her lips. “Think I’ll mind?”

  “Don’t know if I can stand it. I’m so hard I’ve gotta come. I don’t think I can until you change.”

  “Do you know how to force it?”

  “Navarro gave me some advice. Seems you have to come first. That it releases endorphins into your blood. That’s the trigger.”

  “Okay.” She nodded swiftly, her face reddening. “Want me to masturbate?”

  Damn, was she just about perfect? “Baby, no, I wanna eat you out.”

  She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth then let it pop out. “Jesus.”

  Chapter Five

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  Moses lifted his chin. “Baby, get up on the bed.”

  Melanie turned, her cute butt flexing as she strutted toward the large four-poster bed. When she reached it, she crawled up, her ass pointed right at him, letting him see everything—sweet wet pussy framed by pale thighs, her dark hole winking.

  “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, hoping someday she’d take him in the ass, because he didn’t think there’d be anything hotter in this world.

  Hell, he hoped he’d get the chance to have her every way he could imagine, turn her inside out. He wanted her under him, on him, riding his face. His cock jerked and pulsed. “Fuck, fuck,” he hissed. Stiff-legged, he followed her to the bed.

  He glided a palm over each round cheek then cupped her pussy from behind.

  Her sweet sex clenched and wet him. He drew away then clapped his hand against her, the slap making her ass jiggle.

  “Moses! God, Moses,” she said, her back dipping as she raised her ass higher.

  He slapped her
cunt again then thrust a finger inside her. A big mistake. Because the moment he stroked into her moisture, his cock burned and bobbed. His whole body tightened with the need to thrust. “Better roll onto your back and get that snatch here at the edge of the bed.”

  She gave a choked laugh but did as he asked, rolling over and scooting toward the edge. Her thighs splayed so he could see every inch of her eager sex.

  He knelt beside the bed and gave her a glare. “I hope you know what this is costing me.”

  “Don’t like eating girls out?”

  “Love it. But I wanna fuck you, Melanie. So bad, my dick’s screamin’ aloud.”

  She gave him that sex-kitten smile, and her eyelids drifted down. Her eyes were a smoky blue as she slid her fingers between her legs and spread her lips. “Eat me. Do it now. Sooner I change, sooner we can fuck.”

  He gave a growl and bent over her sex, his tongue striking out to lap at her moist folds. He licked her like a dog, from her asshole to her clit, groaning as the salty, sea-fresh flavor coated his tongue.

  Her legs lifted, splaying wider. Her feet landed on his shoulders then curled around the back of his head, tugging him closer. Not that he needed any encouragement.

  Hardening his tongue, he slid it inside her, licking around and around as far as he could reach while she clenched around him.

  Her moans were thin, high warbles. Her fingertips danced on her nipples, tapping then twisting.

  Moses stuck two fingers in his mouth to wet them then thrust deep inside her cunt and moved up to latch his lips around her clit. At the first firm pull, her feet pushed against his shoulders, lifting her bottom, and she pulsed eagerly against him as he fingered her deeper and deeper, adding a third, then a fourth finger.

  He pulled out and curved his fingers together, then thrust them inside again, working his way in while he suckled her. She was tight, but more moisture seeped around his fingers.

  She stiffened, crying out, and he knew she was coming from her anguished sounds and her moist, fluttering clasps. When she quieted, he pulled his hand free and lifted his head.

  Her eyelids drooped, her chest shivering. If he’d blinked, he’d have missed the first signs of her change. Her eyes turned purple. The rosy blush eroded, replaced with a sweep of the palest blue that began at her cheeks and crept quickly down her neck and lower.

  Her torso tensed, and she jackknifed up to sit on the edge of the bed, her gaze locking with his as she gave her head a shake. Her hair stretched, soft brown wisps lengthening and thickening into black, ropy curls.

  When she was fully transformed, her gaze raked his body. Her long fingers reached down to cup the sides of his face, and they tightened to pull him up and over her.

  When his cock brushed her sex, she wriggled until he was centered then gave him another stare that goaded him to thrust forward, impaling her. He halted, his eyes squeezing shut. The sensation was too much. So fucking hot it burned. His cock felt as though it slid in molten lava.

  Her hands pushed against his chest, lifting him, and then one slid between their bodies. Long fingers encircled him around the base of his cock.

  At last, the pressure and the fiery heat ebbed—so pleasurably he began to pump. He planted his hands on either side of her, rising, pulled out slowly, before flexing his buttocks to drive up her channel again.

  Her upper lip lifted in a snarl. “Nee—”

  “Yeah, I know,” he said, pumping again. “You need this. Baby, it’s yours. It’s yours.”

  Her legs wrapped around his waist, but then she bucked and flipped them both.

  Now he lay on his back, and she pumped against him, shoving her pelvis into his, pushing him up the bed with her pussy clasping his dick, forcing him to follow her movements and crawl backwards on his elbows until he was in the center of the bed.

  Her face turned side to side, her nostrils sniffing at his body, dragging in his scent. A low humming sounded all around him, and he almost smiled because her features softened.

  “Is that your pleasure look? I like it, baby,” he whispered.

  Her eyes narrowed on his face.

  But Moses wasn’t worried. He slowly raised his hands and placed them over her breasts, cupping her, massaging her tight mounds, enjoying the scrape of her hard nipples.

  She wriggled her ass, grinding herself down his shaft until their groins met. Then she angled her torso, leaning her chest into his hands as he pressed and molded her soft flesh.

  “You’re all woman, even when you’re a blue bitch. I like it, baby. Now why don’t you move a bit? I know you need to. Do it. Take us both.”

  Behind her body, her wings snapped outward, framing her like a naked angel. Her head tilted back, eyes still watching him warily. But she began to move on his dick, circling around and around, deep internal contractions caressing his shaft, the ripples so strong he felt them shuffle along his length.

  With a push, he came up on his elbows and rooted at a breast, snaking his tongue around the tip, and then flicking it before latching on. As soon as he began to draw on the stem like it was a straw, she lifted herself, coming off his cock then slamming down, over and over.

  Moses slid a hand around her back, between her wings, and anchored himself on her breast, suctioning hard as she pumped, consuming his cock, slamming her pussy down again and again. The heat building between them became incendiary, doused only by the fluid washing down her channel to ease her rapid strokes.

  When she flung back her head, her entire body spasmed, racked with a delight so pleasurable, so addictive for him that he never wanted it to stop.

  She fucked and fucked, her mouth opening wide, desperate howling cries ripping from her throat.

  So beautiful was her orgasm that he was pulled along. His body spasming, jerking, rutting hard, but still he didn’t come. They beat against each other, both straining. Moses’s body was so tight, so tense now, he begged and cursed, wondering at the last if this was how the others had died—in exquisite agony, unable to give up the pleasure but dying to come.

  Abruptly, she came off him then urged him up, her hands guiding him around, pushing roughly until he was on his hands and knees. What the hell was going on?

  His body was too consumed with need to care.

  Until he felt something prod his ass. He froze, his gaze flying to a mirror.

  Blue Girl stood behind him, her legs spread so wide her crotch was even with his ass, but she held something in her hand that jutted from her body.

  Fuck, she held a cock!

  Moses didn’t know how she had one, didn’t much care. He scrambled forward on the bed, trying to escape. But her hand clamped on his ankle, crunching painfully.

  “Please, neeed,” she said softly.

  His gaze met hers again. It was still her. Still Blue Girl, but now he could tell she hadn’t just grown a dick and a pair of balls. Her clitoris had expanded about three inches, and she stroked it. Which might have been sexy as hell if he’d been facing her.

  “Not my ass, baby. Please, not my ass.”

  Her head wagged, and a little smile turned up the corners.

  Moses moaned and gave a little naked sob, because he wasn’t gonna deny her—and Viper would never let him live this down.

  Her hands parted his buttocks, and he faced forward, grimacing. However, when she prodded him this time, she sent a wave of heat pulsing through him. Moisture slid between his cheeks, and he braced himself, blowing hard to relax while she slid inside, her hot, slick little appendage fucking him.

  “Sweet, fucking sweet,” he moaned, as she began to rock. He pushed back to take her deeper, and the humming started. Her pleasure sound.

  Her body folded over him, riding his back. A hand reached around to stroke his cock. His arousal, which hadn’t abated one iota, surged, and he thrust in unison with her moves. At last his body seized, suspended for an agonizing moment before his balls burst and come striped the bedding.

  In the distance, he heard the door crash open, felt a
rms prying them apart, but he fought, come jetting through his dick, until her fingers slid away. He rolled to his back, shaking but determined to protect her.

  Moses lay breathing hard on the bed as Viper struggled, forcing her to the bed to hold her down, his hands clamped around her wrists to keep her from scratching at him.

  “Viper, it’s okay. I’m okay,” Moses gasped.

  Inigo crept around the end of the bed, holding the necklace, but didn’t bother trying to pass it over her head. He laid the stone over her heart.

  Melanie’s body shuddered then changed. She lay panting, sweating under Viper, her hands falling back against the mattress.

  When her face turned toward him, tears flooded her eyes. “Did I go too far? Did I hurt you?”

  “It was perfect, baby.” His words rasped. “Un-fucking-believable.”

  “Idiot, she nearly had you.”

  “Viper, get off her.” Moses struggled to move his heavy limbs. “I wasn’t dying. I’d know. And she wasn’t raping me.”

  Viper cast him a glare. “Sure about that? You two were fucking like—”

  Moses shook his head. “Viper, we were fucking. She released me. Took off the mojo. What we were doing was…just fucking.”

  His brows wrinkled. “She had a cock.”

  “No. Not quite,” Moses said, feeling heat creep across his skin, but holding it together because Melanie looked mortified.

  Viper’s frown didn’t lessen, but he eased off Melanie. “Are you all right?”

  She sat up, closing her legs, but otherwise seemingly unconcerned that she was naked. A slim hand shoved back hair from her face, and she peeked at Moses. “I took from you. I could feel the energy surging into me. But I stopped…feeding. That thing at the last? I don’t know why… It just felt so good.”