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  “This has to do with what you told me at the coffee shop,” she said, curving her back to rub her cleft along his length. “You want to be human again.”

  He inhaled sharply, flaring his nostrils. His heavy hand landed on her backside, halting her movements. “Have you ever read anything that says how this condition can be reversed?”

  Lily slid her lips across his collarbone. “No. Like I said before, I’ve only seen it depicted on TV.”

  Joe pushed her off his body and turned to sit on the side of the bed, his back to her. “Give me something—a name, somewhere to look,” he said, his voice ragged.

  Lily reached to caress him, but her hand hovered in the air. The rigid set of his shoulders warned her away. “I can’t think of anything. One of my sources, a woman who delves in voodoo and pagan spiritualism might know someone. I can’t make any promises, but—”

  “You’ll take me to her.” He glanced back at her.

  She couldn’t have said no if she’d wanted to. His look of desperation cut straight to her soul. “Yes, I’ll call her in the morning.”

  He nodded and exhaled. “So now that you know, how will you sleep? Won’t you be afraid?”

  Lily smiled. “I plan to keep you too busy to think of your stomach for the rest of the night. You guys do rest during the day, don’t you?”

  “Like the dead,” he replied dryly.

  “I’ll make the call tomorrow. But it being a Saturday, I won’t have to leave in the morning. I’ll sleep with you.” She knelt behind him and kissed his shoulder. “So we really do have the rest of the night to make love.”

  “Fuck. We’re fucking, Professor.”

  “All right.” She blushed at his blunt words, but he was right. She’d allowed a stranger to enter her bedroom—one she’d considered slightly deranged. And she’d begged him to take her. That fact didn’t speak too highly for her moral fiber. If he thought she was a whore, it was only to be expected. Still it stung.

  “I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I don’t want to give you false expectations about what’s happening here,” he said, drawing a deep breath. “I need information and to scratch an itch. When I get what I came for, I’m out of here.”

  Lily swallowed and nodded that she understood. She couldn’t have gotten the words past her tongue to save her life. Her disappointment was too keen. Here was proof of her lifelong obsession and the most incredible lover she’d ever had. But their time together was limited.

  She cleared her throat. “Well, since that clock is ticking, don’t you think it’s time you made good on your promise?”

  Lily squealed when he twisted, his arms grasping her waist. He took her down to the bed. Lily found herself once more lying beneath his long, hard body. She told herself to remember every detail, every touch, every scent, and every whispered moan. Because she knew she’d never experience the likes of Joe Garcia again.

  As his head lowered, she committed his handsome face to memory.

  “You’re thinking too much,” he said, his mouth hovering centimeters from hers.

  “Will I get a chance to ask questions, too?”

  His mouth thinned for a moment, and then he nodded curtly. “I guess that’s fair.”

  She raised her head to glide her lips over his, and then settled back on the pillow again. “So tell me…”

  He groaned. “Now?”

  She laughed softly and squeezed her thighs together to trap his cock. “Were you this big when you were human?”

  Joe’s mouth curved into a feral grin. “Not quite.”

  “Hmmm. So along with pointy teeth, I should be looking for gargantuan cocks. Guess I’ll have to add a few more questions to my survey.”

  “Think any guy’s going to tell the truth?”

  She traced the outer shell of his ear with her fingertip and grinned. “Looks like I’ll have to bring a ruler.”

  Joe’s eyes narrowed, but Lily knew from his rapidly hardening flesh nudging her portal that he wasn’t going to pull away this time. “What you’re doing is dangerous, you know.”

  “Who’s to say the next vamp who walks in won’t be as honorable as you?”

  “Exactly my point.”

  She lifted her chin. “What will it matter? You won’t be around.”

  “True. But I’d hate for anything to happen to you.”

  “Well, it won’t be any of your business.” Lily wriggled her hips so his thick head was glazed with her passion. “Are you trying to weasel out of our deal?”

  “A promise is a promise.” He scooted down the bed until his face was poised above one breast. “Preliminaries…mmmm.” His tongue darted out to flicker at her nipple.

  Lily arched her back to push her nipple into his mouth. His teeth closed over the tip, and he bit it. Then he sucked it into his mouth, pulling hard, his tongue swirling around her areola.

  “Oh God!” Her fingers closed over the back of his head, and she held him close. No way was he going anywhere. Her thighs widened, and she slid her calves along his sides, writhing under and around him while he tortured her breast.

  Already she could feel the tension build deep within her belly, curling tightly, readying her vagina with a soft slow convulsion that spilled fluid from her pussy. The sharp scent of her arousal filled the air.

  Joe released her breast and lapped at the tender underside. He pulled down one of her hands from where it had curled around his ears and pressed it to the breast he’d tormented. “Play with this, while I see to her twin.”

  Lily moaned and cupped herself, squeezing hard when he turned his attention to her other straining breast. The hard pebble beneath her palm and the nipple he suctioned shot electrical charges straight to her sex. She curved her hips and rubbed her slick pussy against his abdomen.

  Joe lifted his head. His lips were blurred and wet from his efforts.

  “Please,” she begged. “I need more.”

  Abruptly, he scooted lower until his shoulders pressed against her inner thighs. His hands curled under her knees and he lifted her legs, pressing them high and wide.

  As his face hovered above her pussy, Lily’s breath suspended. His dark, avid stare at her core had her squirming and self-conscious. She’d never seen herself down there… “Like what you see?”

  Joe’s gaze lifted to hers. Heat stained his cheeks, and his eyes glittered darkly. “I like pretty, pink cunts.”

  More hot liquid gushed to bathe her channel. Lily reached for his head, her fingers spearing into his hair to drag his mouth down to her aching mound. “Eat me.”

  Joe’s tongue snaked out to lap at the center of her heat. “Mmmm. Honey.”

  Lily gasped, and her thighs tensed. His tongue was hot and raspy, like fine sandpaper—like nothing she’d ever felt there before. His wicked mouth teased her, sucking on her swollen outer lips, and then his tongue tunneled between in all too brief forays.

  Before too long, Lily’s hips bucked uncontrollably. “Joe. Please, my clit. Suck my clit.”

  “You said I should take it slow.” He turned his head to nip her thigh.

  “No! You’re driving me insane.” Her head thrashed on her pillow. “Pay attention—my clit!”

  The wicked vamp spread her lips with his thumbs and lapped her tender entrance in wide circles, letting the scrape of his beard graze her, but he didn’t approach the small, sensitive pearl.

  Desperate, Lily reached between her legs, until her finger slid over the distended button at the top of her pussy.

  Joe’s hand clamped around her wrist. “No cheating.”

  “Then do something.”

  Joe fluttered his tongue once against the kernel.

  Her hips jerked. She moaned. “It’s too much.”

  “And I don’t want this over until I have my fill.” He sucked both of her outer lips, rhythmically tugging. Then he licked lower, approaching her asshole.

  She held her breath, embarrassed and painfully aroused at the same time. He wouldn’t—

  C
hrist, he did! His tongue swirled over her tender nether mouth, circling again and again, until Lily’s body shuddered with delight. At the first stab of his tongue at her tight, hot center, Lily keened loudly, her back arching off the bed.

  “Make your choice,” he growled.

  What the hell was he talking about? “Choice?” Lily barely recognized her hoarse voice.

  “Your ass or your cunt?”

  The man was a sadist. “Don’t make me say it, again.”

  His tongue speared into her ass, fluttered, then withdrew. “Say it, Professor.” His teeth grazed her thigh.

  “My ass! Fuck my as—” Lily shrieked when she was flipped to her stomach.

  “Give me your pillows.”

  Lily reached and tossed them over her shoulder. An arm encircled her waist and raised her, and the two pillows were stuffed beneath her hips. Suddenly, Lily discovered she was entirely at his mercy, her bottom in the air, unable to lever herself up on her knees due to the awkward position. Cool air from the fan bathed her moist, hot pussy, reminding her that her most intimate parts were exposed to his gaze.

  Hard hands grasped a cheek each, and he spread them. A heavy drop of moisture fell into the crease between her buttocks.

  “Wait!” She wasn’t at all sure she was ready for this. With her heart racing like a bunny on Viagra, she was sure she’d expire at the first probe of his thick cock.

  “Too late. You’re right where I want you.”

  A finger slid along the crease, smearing the moisture in its path until he reached her tight anus. He circled it once.

  Lily shuddered, her body tensing in anticipation.

  His finger pressed inside, twisting in, then pulling out.

  She moaned and wadded the bedding in her fists.

  Again, he pushed inside, deeper this time. She felt his warm, wet mouth slide over the globe of one cheek.

  She forgot all about modesty and opened her legs wider, inviting him to forge deeper into her body.

  A second finger worked its way inside, stretching her uncomfortably.

  “Relax, baby, we’re taking this slowly. These are just my fingers. I need you to loosen up before I stuff my cock inside.”

  Lily thrilled to his coarse language. But she didn’t want him to take it slow. Her ass was burning—the pain only intensifying the heat curling in her belly. “There’s a tube of K-Y in my nightstand.”

  He nipped her ass and withdrew his fingers.

  She pressed her hot face against the cool sheets while he rummaged through the drawer, knowing he saw her array of toys.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Professor.”

  “Shut up, vamp. The gel’s in the back.”

  “Got it.”

  The mattress dipped behind her again, and a moment later his fingers were pressing inside again, this time well lubed. More fingers pressed past her sphincter. Three, she guessed, and she trembled with wicked delight.

  “Better. Almost there. Christ, you’re tight.” His fingers screwed in and out, stretching her further.

  Lily’s thighs strained to raise her buttocks higher, to force him deeper. “Joe. Please. More.” She rubbed her beaded nipples on the fabric and wriggled her behind.

  He pulled out entirely and pressed hot kisses to her cheeks. Long, interminable moments of silence followed. He was lubing himself, she guessed. God, she hoped so.

  Then his hands were on her again, gripping her hips to raise her a little higher. A moment later, she felt his fingers pressing her opening, and suddenly, something large and blunt pushed against her tender asshole.

  Pain—searing, yet impossibly arousing—forced a groan from her throat. “Oh please! Please, please—” A strangely numbing pleasure stole her mind, and she surrendered to it.

  “I won’t stop now,” Joe said, his voice hoarse with strain. He pushed his hips forward, trying to be gentle, but her ass resisted his invasion, the rosette holding firm against his probing. He grasped her cheeks and spread them, pressing his thumbs at either side of her tiny hole to ease it open while he kept up the pressure from his cock.

  Gradually, her muscles relaxed, and he dipped inside a fraction of an inch.

  Lily’s back dipped, and she groaned again, her knuckles turning white as they gripped the bedding.

  Joe pumped with shallow pulses, adding a slight side-to-side motion to work his cock slowly past her clenched muscles. His steady, unrelenting force finally allowed him to ease inside another inch.

  With a kitten-like whimper, Lily rose on her elbows. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

  Every muscle in Joe’s body grew rigid, and he broke out in sweat. His buttocks trembled with the need to slam inside her. Her body clenched around his cock like a tight, hot glove. He couldn’t stop now.

  Reaching beneath her, he fondled her clit, relieved when Lily sank back to the bed at his touch. She moaned and twisted her upper torso, careful not to move her hips, but seemingly unable to resist his clever ministrations.

  Joe held his cock still inside her and plied her dripping pussy with firm, deep strokes of his fingers, fucking her slowly at first then faster, rubbing, swirling, tunneling, until he felt an almost imperceptible wriggle of her hips.

  He flexed his buttocks and drove a little deeper.

  “Joe!”

  He held his breath, wondering if he was strong enough to pull out before he caused her true pain. The urge to bury himself inside her was so strong he clenched his teeth to fight it. She’d entrusted him with her body—and he never wanted to betray a trust with a woman again as he had when he’d been so rough with Darcy that last time.

  Lily groaned and widened her stance atop the pillows, her ass tilting higher, taking him deeper inside.

  Relieved, Joe pulled partway out and stroked back inside, and then did it again, this time noting a slackening of her inner muscles. He began to pump, gradually stroking deeper with each inward glide, until finally his thrusts were full, hard, and coming faster.

  Rising on her arms, she took it, jerking back to meet his strokes. His hand left her clit, and he gripped her backside to hold her steady, moving faster and harder until he pounded into her ass, driving the breath from her lungs in harsh gasps.

  She keened, a thin sound from between clenched teeth, pitching higher, longer, until she sobbed wildly. “Don’t stop. Oh God, oh God!”

  Joe felt the change take him—so fast his back arched and his body thickened from one moment to the next.

  Lily shrieked, a jarring sound ripped from her throat and she bucked, her ass shuddering as she convulsed, the ring of her opening clamping around his shaft like a cockring, further building the blood and pressure in his dick.

  With his hands, he forced her buttocks sharply forward and back to increase the violence of his strokes. He pummeled her soft buttocks, his cock shafting deep inside her, his balls slapping her juicy cunt.

  Yet even as his intellect faded, he recognized one important fact. She took it. She took every goddamned inch of his monster cock.

  Though he fought it, his teeth slid past his gums, and his face stretched. Then a powerful shudder wracked his own body, stiffening his thighs, compressing his balls until they exploded, shooting cum into her ass.

  When the constrictions of her inner passage milked the last of his cum, he collapsed onto her back, forcing Lily to the mattress, his body shuddering and pulsing to expend every last drop of his passion.

  Lily quieted, her breaths softening, whimpers turning to sighs. With his cock still impaling her sweet ass, Joe swept his hands along her arms, reaching up to entwine his fingers with hers. She gripped him tightly.

  “So, Joe,” Lily said, sounding breathless, “it looks like I’m running out of choices.”

  Chapter Five

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  Lily listened to the sound of running water as Joe availed himself of her bathroom. She made a mental note—Vampires pee like anyone else.

  She knew she ought to move. Her bottom after all was still high in the air, bu
t she didn’t have a bone left in her body. The ache in her nether region was a delicious throb. No doubt about it, she’d be sitting sideways in the morning.

  The water stopped, and the pad of Joe’s footsteps as he neared her bed revved the throb to full throttle. Sheesh! She’d been righteously fucked, but her body already hummed with anticipation of his touch.

  Something warm and wet glided between her legs, and she moaned. He didn’t say a word as he washed streaks of drying cum from between her legs. The nubby fabric of the washcloth at the same time soothed and excited her. While he cleansed her intimate parts, she relaxed, feeling the ache ease beneath the heat and his tender care.

  He left her again, but soon returned. The mattress dipped beside her. His large, rough hands slid over her rump and gently massaged. “If you stay like that much longer, I’m going to take it as an invitation.”

  “Can’t move,” she said, groaning when his fingers trailed between her legs to stroke her inflamed labia.

  He stretched across the mattress, lying on his side, his head supported on one hand as he continued to pet her with the other.

  Lily snuggled her cheek on top of her folded hands and stared at him. “This is just an interlude, right?”

  His fingers prodded her vagina, and she drew in a deep, hissing breath. She doubted she could take another round of his lovemaking right now—even for the sake of science.

  “You can’t take any more tonight, Lily.”

  She stifled a yawn. “You didn’t drink this last time,” she said. “And you weren’t as rough or out of control.”

  “That’s because I’d already fed. I was desperate before.”

  “Well, you still owe me.” This time a yawn caught her by surprise, stretching her jaw wide.

  “How’s that? Because we haven’t explored your third choice?”

  “Uh-uh. Because I didn’t get to watch you change.”

  “There’s still tomorrow night,” he reminded her, his voice a sexy rumble.

  “Hmmm.”