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    The first time that happened to me, I jumped back, while screaming like a little girl, but that time, I was prepared for it and opened my eyes wide to let the security beam check out who I was.
    After the laser vanished, the door opened up, and I walked over the threshold, into a room that was a throwback to the Neanderthal times. But the debonair caveman that occupied the space had considerably superior taste over the knuckle-draggers that came many centuries before him.
    Devil laid atop a huge pile of fur pelts, each one of them in a different shade of grey, black, and brown. The makeshift bed was a subtle display of simplicity and opulence that, when melded together, created a regal scene.
    His long black hair was tousled and flowed down his broad shoulders, to blend with gleaming strands of curled red, blonde, and black hair. The intermingling locks belonged to Devil’s wives, Addison, Millie, and Cecily.
    He wore a white satin nightshirt that was unbuttoned low to reveal a massive chest, which had a light dusting of black hair scattered across it. His thin shirt traveled over his hips and ended, barely covering a set of thickly muscled thighs.
    The ancient vampire was a corded valley of eroticism, his silk swathed body, a pallet for his slumbering wives, who wore nothing but their pale flesh, to rest their heads and drape their limbs upon. They looked perfect together, sensual, so much so that things began to heat up and tighten low in my body. I was entranced. I had to physically shake myself back into soberness.
    Devil’s raven black eyelashes fluttered. He was gradually rousing from his self-imposed slumber, a respite from the sun that all vampires required during the day. But gradual wasn’t going to cut it; I needed him to wake up faster.    
    “Umm, Devil,” I began, while taking a few hesitant steps forward.
    I stopped just short of the fur bed, and the tips of my toes, which peeked out from my heels, brushed against the softness of the pelts. Prickles of pleasure rode up my leg, and I quickly backed away from the soft stimulant.
    I was way too aroused, as it was. If my boyfriend was with me at the moment, those raging feelings would be okay; I could just steal one of the slumber rooms to slake my building lust. But since he was at work, that real-life porno scene was nothing more than torturous teasing.
    While pushing up from the comfort of silk, fur, and limbs, Addison, Devil’s main bride and my good friend, said, “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
    Devil’s large palm slid over Addison’s hip and dipped out of sight, to rest on her bottom.
    “Wake up,” she cooed at him. “Kris is here.” She gave me a sleepy look and said, “You’re blushing. How cute.”
    Her large but still perky breasts swayed, as she laughed at my expense. She knew I wasn’t used to the sexual open-mindedness of most vampires—especially the ancient ones. Needless to say, my face flushed red a lot when I was around them.
    My hand fluttered to my neck, and I shook my head.
    “It’s a little hot down here.”
    “Down here? Or do you mean down there?” she asked, pointing between my legs.
    My face flushed hotter. That was the understatement of the century.
    The two other brides began to stir, which finally had Devil opening his eyes. He reached up to stretch his bulging arms taut over his head and let out a content purr, much like a sleepy lion would. When he saw me, he smiled through a yawn.
    “What brings you down here, into my den of debauchery?”
    Did I neglect to mention that the asshole liked to screw around with my head, too?
    His brow jumped, as he asked, “Did you blow up my bar again?”
    I raised brows back at him. Their sexual proclivities might unsteady me a bit, but I was no pushover.
    “If you’re done screwing around with the prudish necromancer, I have something important to tell you.”
    The simple fact that I hadn’t joked back with him, per usual, had Devil suddenly more