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“You might want to rethink flagging them down for help. You don’t know who’s in the car.”

  “I’ll take my chances,” she said, stepping from the curb into the street.

  Dylan raised his gaze to the streetlamp and planted his hands on his hips—rather than around her stubborn neck. “Emmy, will you stop to think? If I’d wanted to hurt you, I could have done so when we were still at The Cavern.”

  Her frown reflected her indecision.

  As the car drew closer, Dylan took the choice away from her. With one bound he landed on top of the car. Before she could finish gasping his name, he landed beside her and dragged her into the shadows, his hand covering her mouth.

  The car passed slowly as the driver peered out at the wreckage of Dylan’s BMW.

  Dylan held his breath, but didn’t recognize the face of the driver. Then he heaved a sigh when he saw a child in the back seat, still dressed in his Spiderman costume. He was dozing with his face pressed to the window glass.

  Not Nicky’s crew. Not yet, anyway.

  The car drove by and turned at the next corner.

  Emmy’s elbow dug into Dylan’s waist and he released her, stepping back with his hands raised.

  She scampered several steps away, putting distance between them before swinging back to level a blistering glare. “What is it with you vampires? Can’t you take no for an answer?”

  He fought a smile. She couldn’t still be afraid if she was back to scolding him.

  Frustration pushed her lips into a pout he wanted to kiss away.

  He cocked one eyebrow, intentionally pushing another button. “Did I ask you a question?”

  Angry red circles blossomed on her cheeks. “That’s not the point, and you know it.” She looked back at where he had held her in the shadow. “You move pretty fast. I didn’t see you coming.” Her eyes narrowed. “Is that another vampire talent?”

  “Of course.” he said, his voice pitched low.

  “Don’t you give me that sexy voice,” she replied. “You’re just trying to work your vampire hoo-doo on me, again.”

  This time he couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across his mouth. “Vampire hoo-doo?”

  “You know damn well what I’m talking about. You worked some kind of spell on me. I wasn’t looking for a man tonight. Nope. I was minding my own business when you and Nicky-boy started arguing over me like two dogs over a bone. And bam! Not ten minutes later you’ve got me naked and panting—”

  “Like a dog?” Dylan’s smile grew wider and he took a step toward her.

  She took a step back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I’m going to kiss you.”

  “Are you nuts?” Her eyes grew round, but she didn’t give another inch. “Didn’t you hear a word I just said?”

  His hands circled her waist, and he pulled her close, his hips pressing between her thighs.

  “No biting,” she said, her breath catching when her chest flattened against his. “Biting me is strictly verboten.”

  He lowered his head. “Is kissing?”

  “Kissing is…just kissing, right?” Her hands crept up his chest then around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair.

  Dylan touched her bottom lip with his tongue, then licked along the seam of her lips. He felt her sigh as she opened her mouth, letting him inside.

  Her surrender emboldened him, and he reached for her buttocks, his fingers squeezing the plump velvet-covered pillows of flesh as his clothed cock prodded her lower belly.

  Her hands pulled on his hair, and she stuck her tongue into his mouth, sliding it over his teeth. When her legs widened to accommodate him, Dylan pushed against her, centering his cock on her pussy and rubbing, in and out. He had to get inside her.

  What was it about her? He stroked her tongue, and her belly curved into him. His hand sought the small of her back and pressed her so close they aligned. She was a perfect fit.

  But still a human. Dylan pulled back.

  She followed his hips, moaning as she ground her crotch against him.

  He ended the kiss, resting his forehead on hers. Needing space to put her back in the box that kept his heart safe. “We should wait until we reach my place.”

  “Too damn late,” she muttered. “You did it, again.”

  “Did what?” he asked, willing his body back into submission.

  “Your vampire hoo-doo. My pussy’s so hot, I’ll die if you don’t fuck me now.”

  Blood pooled in his groin, making him hard as oak. “You do have a way with words, Emmy.” Not a man to leave a girl hurting, Dylan drew a fistful of her skirt up her long legs.

  Emmy’s hands dropped to his waist. She unbuttoned the opening of his jeans and slid the zipper down. Eager hands shoved the pants down his hips, just far enough to free his cock.

  One part of him was amused at her ardor, the other part was desperate to be inside her, and so he lifted her up by the buttocks.

  Her legs rose and wrapped around his waist.

  The head of his dick bumped against the soft hair covering her mons, then slid along her moist cleft.

  Emmy groaned and flexed her hips, and finally, he was gliding inside her, swallowed from tip to root, enveloped in warm, wet heat.

  His cock swelled, the skin stretching tighter, his balls aching for release.

  “Move, you gotta move.” Her voice, thick and plaintive, spurred him. Walking with her in his arms, he stepped toward his car and pressed her back against the passenger door.

  With her anchored, he bent his knees and pulled out of her, relishing in the moan of protest that rose from her throat, before he slammed back inside her.

  Her legs constricted around his waist, but Dylan pulled out again, and then rubbed the head of his penis along her drenched slit.

  “Please,” she begged, then pushed her hands between them. Before he understood what she was doing, the top of her bustier was pushed beneath her breasts and she’d opened his vest.

  When the tips of her soft, naked breasts, rubbed against his chest, he felt his face tighten with the shifting of bones. He tried to lower his forehead to her shoulder, but she was pressing wet kisses to the side of his mouth.

  “I need more,” she said. “Hurry. Just give it to me hard.” She slid her lips along his jaw and nipped the underside if his chin.

  Unable to wait a second longer, he gripped her hips hard and pulled her down as he rammed upward into her. Then he lifted and lowered, nothing gentle left in the sweet pounding he delivered to her pussy.

  The car creaked, her breath gusted, and he hammered faster. Emmy’s arms tightened around his neck, her eyes closed tight. “Harder. Oooh! Please, harder.”

  Along with his face, his body hardened and his cock lengthened. Mustn’t drink, he reminded himself, the last vestige of his human mind relenting to primal instinct.

  Instead, his teeth sank into his bottom lip and his thrusts deepened, shortened, and finally hammered. Reaching so far inside he battered against the mouth of her womb.

  Aware she writhed and moaned and pleaded, but unable to think beyond the tight, warm hole that gloved him, he continued to move. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

  Until the warm place tightened like a fist, and she let loose a long, keening howl.

  He thrust again, and then again, before flinging back his head to roar. His sex erupted deep inside the woman’s belly. Marking her with his seed.

  When sperm pumped inside, he lowered his head to her shoulder, shuddering as he dragged air into his starved lungs.

  With the last pulse of his orgasm, Dylan’s face realigned and the curtain of his bloodlust lifted.

  Emmy’s legs trembled as they unclasped his waist and lowered to the ground. Dylan lifted his head, wary of what he might see in her gaze.

  Emmy’s eyes opened and her gaze met his. Distress wrinkled her forehead, and her lips quivered.

  She was afraid again.

  Dylan cursed and lifted her off his cock, then wiped the blood trickling from
his mouth with the back of his hand.

  After she pulled down her skirt, he smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “Did I bite?”

  “No. You also haven’t come yet.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “Your man-thing is still hard as a rock.”

  He grinned. “Well, I didn’t bite. And I won’t. I promised.”

  Her face tilted to the side. “Can’t you come without, um, a transfusion?”

  “Of course I can. But it’s a lot of work, and we can’t stay here any longer.”

  “That was all for me?”

  “Do you trust I won’t hurt you?”

  “Hell no! You’re a man. You’re into…pausing!”

  Dylan was satisfied with that. She saw him as a man. “Will you at least stick with me until we can get to a safe place, tonight?”

  Her eyes narrowed, and then she remembered her breasts were bared because her hands flew up to cover them and she turned away to adjust her top. “Trust me, he says. When every chance he gets, he has me flashing the world.”

  Dylan shook his head. Never mind he’d already had her luscious tits inside his mouth, or that she’d been the one to bare them in the first place.

  She turned back to him, her chin jutting. “I’ll go with you—for now. Until I can find a taxi, that is. I have work in the morning.”

  Dylan had no doubt she wouldn’t be reporting to work in the morning. But her agreement was going to take some special persuasion. First things first. They needed to find shelter and fast.

  He held out his hand. “Come on, sweetheart. We have to start walking.”

  Emmy stared at his hand like it was a snarling dog. If she touched it, he’d work his magic again and she’d be powerless to resist.

  Now that she knew what he was, she understood why she’d surrendered so easily in the first place. His superpowers made him irresistible to women. Even to bookkeepers! She just had to resist his snake oil charm and the electric current that flowed from his body to hers every time they touched.

  She’d resist or she’d be dead. Emmy hadn’t missed his transformation from man to monster. And she’d seen the blood dripping from his mouth.

  She hadn’t cared at the time, because his body had grown a tensile strength that had made her weak with excitement as she held him between her thighs. And his mythic dick had attained a Titan’s proportions. She’d lost her fears in an orgasm to end all orgasms.

  Once she’d returned to herself, she’d been horrified at her abandon. Bookkeepers did not do it in broad…streetlight…with vampires. And they definitely didn’t bare their tits every time a vampire used his bedroom voice.

  “Are you coming?” he asked.

  “It’s still dripping down my legs,” she muttered.

  “Pardon me?”

  “Never mind. Just lead on. And no tricks. I’m on to you now.”

  Dylan turned to walk down the sidewalk, keeping to the dark shadows next to the walls.

  Emmy followed, too tired to question where they were going. Head down, she put one sandaled foot in front of the other.

  A vampire. Wouldn’t you know? Emmy Harris couldn’t find herself a nice used car salesman. She had to go and find a sweet-talking vampire.

  Dylan halted in front of her, and she bumped into his back. They’d left the shop fronts behind and were passing tall, abandoned tenements whose windows were dark mouths, many boarded up on the ground floor.

  When Dylan turned onto the staircase leading into one such building, Emmy tugged on the back of his vest. “Dylan, this doesn’t feel like a good idea,” she said in a whisper.

  He grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs. Just when she was sure he’d brought her here to ravage her so no one would hear her screams—and unsure whether that thought excited her or not—she heard the muted sound of music and laughter.

  Past the wooden doors at the entry, her shoes clicked dully on the dirty tiled floor. Unable to see very far into the murky interior, she clung to Dylan’s vest as he walked sure-footed toward the end of the foyer.

  The music, a relentless techno beat, grew louder, echoing in the darkness. At the end of the hall, a sliver of light pierced the gloom.

  Emmy wondered whether a homeless person had found shelter in the abandoned building, but then Dylan opened a door, and light spilled out, and Emmy encountered horror beyond her imagination.

  Chapter Six

  Dylan tugged her inside, and the door closed, locking her in with monsters.

  Lit only by flickering candlelight, the creatures in the room undulated. Not one of the many occupants looked their way. Engaged in sex and feeding, vampires and human lovers writhed against each other in an orgy of dance and sex. The pungent aromas of cheap perfume, cigarettes and come were so thick she nearly gagged.

  Emmy stumbled over the foot of naked vampire as he pumped into a groaning woman where they lay, stretched across a shiny vinyl-covered couch. His back and buttocks rippling, brawny muscle flexing with each thrust. Emmy realized Dylan must look much the same when he wore his demon skin.

  Others fornicated on the floor. One group consisted of a female and two males—one male pounding into the ass of the woman who was in turn going down on the other male.

  On a chair, a woman straddled the lap of a vampire, whose mouth fed at her neck, blood dripping onto her breasts.

  Dylan’s arm slipped around her shoulders, and he brought her close.

  Her gaze broke from the couple in the chair and rose to his face. She noted the taut set of his chin and the grim tightness of his mouth.

  “Don’t leave my side,” he said. “This is a dangerous place for you, Emmy. If I had a choice, I’d never bring you here.”

  Too frightened to speak, she nodded, then followed as he led her through the people dancing in the center of the floor. Deeper into the smoke-filled apartment.

  They passed through the living room and into another hallway where a couple fucked against the wall. When Emmy sidled past the female vampire, she hissed at her and then laughed when Emmy jumped. Aware the creature’s gaze followed her down the hall, every hair on Emmy’s body rose.

  Dylan pushed into a room lit by moonlight, where a man and two women stretched across a large, bare mattress.

  From the lax expressions on the women’s faces, it was evident they’d just finished having sex. The male vampire was feeding from the wrist of a blonde woman, while a female vampire sucked blood from the top of her breasts. Based on the moans coming from the blonde, Emmy surmised blood-giving was a pleasurable thing.

  Emmy’s hand crept inside Dylan’s, and he squeezed it.

  “Viper,” Dylan said.

  The vampire on the bed raised his head and bared his teeth in a gruesome smile. Instantly, his ferocious mask collapsed. A handsome Hispanic man replied, “Dylan. Imagine how embarrassed I am. I’ve fed and not offered you a drink.”

  Dylan’s hand tightened around hers. Emmy’s fear raised a notch.

  “I’m not here for a feeding,” Dylan replied, his voice quiet and casual. “I need your car.”

  Viper’s gaze sharpened and fell upon Emmy. “Don’t tell me you picked up a snack in this neighborhood. Your little host isn’t known to me.”

  Emmy pressed her body into Dylan’s side, wishing she could hide. Viper’s face might be handsome now, but it was alight with a malevolent curiosity.

  “My car broke down. I’ll have yours returned tomorrow with interest.”

  Viper smiled and slapped the thigh of the woman nearest him. “Leave us.”

  The women stretched, their nipples pointed and red. When the female vampire sidled past Emmy, she rubbed her breasts against Emmy’s arm and leaned close to sniff.

  Emmy forgot to breathe. Dylan reached around her and shoved the vampire away. Only when the door closed behind them, did Emmy dare relax.

  Viper padded naked to the opposite corner of the room. He bent, exposing a round, hard ass, as he rifled through a backpack lying on t
he floor.

  When he turned, Emmy couldn’t drag her gaze from his cock. Were all vampires well hung?

  Metal glinted in an arc when he tossed the keys to Dylan, and Emmy wondered how long she’d stared.

  The wry grin that tilted the corners of Viper’s mouth told her he’d noticed her interest. Then the dark rivulets at the side of his mouth reminded Emmy of what she’d just witnessed, and her stomach turned. She’d given herself to a bloodsucker, too. What did that make her?

  Dylan pulled her from the room. He didn’t release her hand until the doors of the apartment building closed behind them.

  Immediately, she missed his comfort and rubbed her palm against her skirt. She was reading things into his actions—again. He hadn’t intended to comfort her. He was just marking his territory.

  They rounded the corner of the building to find a low-slung Jaguar parked in the alley.

  The headlights blinked, and the doors unlocked with a soft click. Emmy crawled inside and laid her cheek against the leather seat. Her eyes closed and the hum of the engine swept her into sleep.

  * * * * *

  Dylan gently rolled Emmy to her side and unlaced the ribbon holding her top together.

  She murmured a protest, but didn’t wake. Just like she hadn’t wakened when he’d hoisted her into his arms to carry her inside his house.

  He swept away the last of her clothing and pulled up the bedding to cover her. Her blonde hair fanned around her pale face, a burning halo against the navy silk pillow cover. The creamy tops of her shoulders begged a kiss, but the purple half-moons beneath her eyes attested to her fatigue.

  Still, he wished he could wake her to bury himself inside her one more time before he slept. Emmy’s innocence was becoming a drug.

  A soft chirrup from the intercom announced Quentin’s arrival at the back gate. He closed the bedroom door and headed to the living room.

  Quentin let himself into the room and flashed a triumphant smile. “You look bloody exhausted. Well done!”

  “It’s been a trying evening—and not for the reasons you think.”

  Quentin’s eyebrows rose. “You didn’t bed the girl?”

  “I’ve yet to take her in a bed…but aye,” Dylan said, “I’ve slaked that thirst.”