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“Scrumptious.”
    Blood
roars in my ears. The strangled whimper that escapes me is absurdly
pitched. The gloomy edges of the forest roll forward to cover
everything but him in darkness. He’s this magnificent thing I want
to touch and taste.
    We lock
gazes.
    Just like
that, I shake off his hold.
    And he
lets me go.
    Crouching
in readiness not a foot away, my panicked gulps are no longer from
fear or exertion. “I could run.”
    “ Yes.”
    “ Lead the Enforcers here.”
    Leaves
crackle under my palms. I shift closer. “They’d surround you. Hem
you in. Tighten their circle as a couple distract you.”
    He leans
forward. “Come here, Harmony.” Voice husky with sensual compulsion,
it’s the first time he’s said my name.
    Closing
the distance, I place my knees either side of his thighs to
straddle him. Back where I started. We fit. Perfectly. I press my
hips into his. His rigid length aligns with my heat like a missile
seeking explosion.
    Holding
me this time, his hands find my waist and mould to its contours.
His thumbs apply pressure to the flesh above my hipbones making the
contact overtly sexual.
    Apart
from a brief tremor he doesn’t move, only watches. “What happens
then?”
    His
thumbs circle slowly. A thick and hot coil of delirious pleasure
has my head falling back. I expose my throat.
    He nips
the bare skin. “What then?”
    The sharp
pinch under his fangs jerks me from the precipice. He stares.
What’s going on behind the stormy blue?
    I stare
back confident sanity abandoned my body. This creature makes me
feel startling things. Things that make me want to howl and roll
over to show my belly.
    The
moment stretches.
    Breaks.
    He gasps
and his delicious rocking stops. “I can’t.” His face transforms
into a nightmare.
    Twin
points of pressure on my skin are not enough to prepare me for the
shock of his fangs tearing into my flesh, and his mouth clamping
with brute force.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    He bites
me.
    Accounts
I’ve read of Lycans being bitten by a Vampire describe intolerable
pain from the poison they excrete.
    The only
pain is the ache between my legs. No wonder Humans fall so
helplessly to such predatory charms.
    He sucks
harder, pulling deeper.
    I rub
myself on him to relieve the pressure and he grinds back. My
canines lengthen and my eyes burn. I want to bite him too. Sink my
teeth into his flesh and brand him so that he remembers me
forever.
    The
Vampire releases me.
    Body
liquid, I clasp a hand over my bleeding neck. I shake off mangled
thoughts and struggle to move past the drugged languor caused by
his feeding.
    Suspicious, his eyes narrow and his tongue laps at the blood
gathered at the corner of his mouth. He stares at my fangs. “Where
have these come from?”
    “ Are you talking to yourself?”
    “ How did you do this thing?” He continues as if I haven’t
spoken. “I hold the wolf.”
    “ I can’t tell if you’re asking me. I’m done
guessing.”
    “ Why,” he whispers. “Why did I stop?” Clasping my chin, he
pulls me closer and licks each of my canines. His gaze meets mine,
and this time I know he speaks to me. “What purpose do they
serve?”
    “ Release me and I’ll show you.”
    The
restraints holding my power at bay dissolve. My eyes widen as he
silently relinquishes the power suppressing my wolf spirit. His
expression is a dare. Growling, I slam his shoulders to the
dirt.
    Before he
can protest I bite his shoulder. I snarl and shudder to make sure
I’m attached to him good and deep. There won’t be tidy pinpricks
left on his alabaster skin. My teeth will leave scars for the rest
of his existence.
    The cool
night air is infused with my mating scent. Beneath my impulses, I
start in shock, but relax in a moment of blissful calm. My
intention is to mark him not drink his blood, but it mixes with my
saliva.
    Unease
skitters up my spine.
    Hot and
bright, a blood rose of pain blooms in my chest. Sharp stabs
between my eyes have me trying to pull away, but I’m