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His thumb caressed over the vein at the side of her neck. His eyes flared, his cheeks

darkening with a flush of hunger as she stared up at him in shock and fear.

“Don’t do it.” She struggled violently against him now, seeing the hunger in his eyes. “Really,

Cadan. You wouldn’t like it. Ask Walker, he says all the time I have ice water in my veins. I bet

there’s nothing good about my blood at all,” she informed him imperatively as she bucked against

him, fighting to find strength as each move ground his cock deeper into her lower stomach.

“I bet you taste like ambrosia,” he whispered, smiling slightly as he easily restrained her

movements, lifting her against him until the hard ridge of his erection pressed intimately against

her pussy. “I saw you in that room, Bliss. I could see the hunger in your eyes as I fucked Marissa.

Just as I’ve seen it for weeks. I could give you what you want.”

Shock ran through her at his outrageous statement. A gasp of pure fury escaped her lips as

she stilled, narrowing her eyes on him as offense swept through her body.

“You think I want your nasty cock now?” she demanded angrily. “Marissa’s fucked every man

in that bar. It’s hard telling what kind of germs you’re carrying.”

He smiled slowly. “Vampires don’t get sick, remember? Trust me, baby, any nasty little

germs were quickly killed.”

“Let me go, Cadan.” The knowledge that he had fucked the bar’s plaything was infuriatingly

worse than the fact that he sucked blood to live. “You’re dirty. I bet you didn’t even take a shower

before coming here.”

She should still be terrified. Frightened out of her mind by the fact that he was holding her so

effortlessly, his black eyes watching her with hot demand, his hard body, aroused and clearly

hungry, pressing against hers. Instead, she was anger because he had fucked another woman.

Not just fucked her, but bit her neck and drew the blood from her.

She shuddered at the thought as he frowned down at her darkly; his navy blue eyes, so blue

they were nearly black, were less than pleased as he watched her.

“You have a very smart mouth, Bliss,” he said as he released her hands slowly. “Do not try to

escape. If you do, I’ll pin you to the wall and leave you there for the night.”

Her eyes narrowed, remembering how easily he had held her still and silent in the doorway of

the bar’s private room.

He sauntered away from her; the smooth bunching motion of the muscles of his buttocks

beneath those black leather pants wasn’t helping her libido to chill out much. If anything, it was

only making her hand itch to caress the smooth muscle.

“Why did you follow me, anyway?” Her hand gripped the doorknob. All she needed was to

distract him a moment.

He stopped at the doorway to the kitchen, drew a deep breath and shook his head slowly.

The long, thick strands of dark brown hair caressed the cotton of his black T-shirt as the metal

under her hand suddenly became incredibly hot.

“Damn you,” she cursed as she jumped away from the door. “Cadan, let me out of here or I

swear I’ll make you pay.”

He turned, leaning against the doorframe as he arched his brow questioningly. “And you

intend to do this how?”

She hated male arrogance. It really infuriated her.

He smiled back at her slowly, tauntingly.

“Tell me, little Bliss, how do you intend to make me pay?” he asked her teasingly.

Teasingly? Were those deep blue eyes really filled with such complete male playfulness as

he advanced on her?

“I could tell you many ways to make me pay,” he suggested in amusement. “Come, baby,

tease me. Let me see that pretty body and know that you are never going to let me taste you.” Her

breasts swelled as he said the words with low, brooding emphasis. “Touch you.” He licked his

lower lip as her stomach clenched in arousal. “Fuck you until we both scream from the intensity of

the pleasure.”

He was too close. He was towering over her, surrounding her; the unique male aura that had

drawn her in the past weeks was like a cloak around her now. She ached.

“Your vampire mojo isn’t going to work on me.” She moved quickly, trying to pass him, only to

come up short as he suddenly blocked the attempt to escape.

“Vampire mojo?”

He laughed silkily, his lips curving beguilingly. “What is vampire mojo, Bliss? This is a new one

for me.”

She backed away from him slowly. “You know what I mean,” she snapped, watching him

carefully as she sought another venue of escape. “That weird thing you’re doing that is supposed

to make me crazy with lust.”

His eyes widened as laughter gleamed in his gaze.

“Is it working?” he asked her softly. “I was unaware of this mojo you’re talking about, but I

would be more than willing to learn to use it more effectively. I have dedicated my life to learning

such things, you know.”

She sneered back at him. “You think you’re so smart.” She slapped at his hand as he

reached to touch her. She wanted to smack his face as she heard the chuckle that vibrated in his

chest.

He stalked her around the room, his big body corded and ready, the bulge at the front of his

pants impossible to miss as her gaze flickered downward. She wanted to groan at the sight of it. It

made her pussy cream, spasm with hunger. She could feel the silky slide of her juices along the

warm folds and knew she was in deep trouble. She had never desired a man this deeply. And it

was just her luck that he sucked blood for a living.

“Why are you here torturing me?” She wanted to stomp her feet at him, wanted to smack the

smirk from his face as his lips tilted in that sexy curve.

“How am I torturing you?” he asked her softly, spreading his hands wide as he watched her

carefully. “I am just visiting, Bliss. Perhaps I want to get to know you better.”

Were there insane vampires? Evidently there were, because this one wasn’t sane in the

least.

“You are just not right.” She watched him sadly as she shook her head.

His smile was filled with male confidence and superiority. “I’ve heard that said many times.”

He nodded, watching her carefully. “I feel I should warn you, Bliss, if you sprint for that bedroom

as you are so obviously intending, then I will chase you. I will catch you. And when I do, I will fuck

you.”

She stopped. Her gaze went to the bedroom door once again. So near and yet so far. She

looked back at Cadan.

“You are not sucking my blood,” she told him fiercely. “I need it, too, and it’s mine.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and arched a brow curiously. “How about just a little bitty

taste?” he asked her as he tilted his head to the side and regarded her with those laughing eyes. “I

promise you, you will enjoy it very much.”

Her heart lurched. “Just what I need,” she snorted. “Death made pleasurable. Why in the hell

are you here, anyway? Why did you have to follow me? And how in the hell can you stand in full

sunlight? You’re a fucking vampire. Don’t you know better than that?”

His teeth flashed in a full smile. “Perhaps I am not a vampire.” He shrugged, his eyes

widening innocently. “Are you certain you saw what you thought you did, Bliss? Perhaps it was the

stress of watching me fuck another,” he said with false regret. “I can understand you’re upset,

sweetheart, really. I would have been most displeased had I caught another man’s cock up your

sweet little pussy. I may have even had to resort to murder had I seen such a thing.”

Bliss gaped at him. Surely he wasn’t serious?

“This is so insane,” she muttered, glancing from the door that led from the apartment to the

bedroom doorway once again. There had to be escape somewhere.

“Are you hungry yet?” he asked her, completely changing the subject as though it meant

nothing at all. “I was checking out your fridge earlier. I liked the look of those steaks…”

He turned from her, heading to the kitchen, and Bliss knew she would find no better

opportunity. She sprinted for the bedroom and the French doors that would lead to freedom. If not

freedom, then at least someone to hear her screams.