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me.”
    She made an indignant sound, but immediately stilled. “Let me go,” she said, breathing hard.
    He reluctantly released her hips and interlaced his fingers behind his head.
    She dismounted, wisely scrambling out of his reach. “What did you do to me?” she repeated, still eying his fangs.
    They retracted as she watched. “What do you mean?”
    She stood quite still, her chest still heaving. “Why did your fangs get long?” she asked, her voice no more than a whisper.
    He sat up and swung his legs to the floor. “I wasn’t going to suck your blood,” he said in a bored tone, padding past her to the bathroom where he splashed water on his face.
    “Are you...hungry?” she asked, trailing behind.
    “No,” he said shortly. “I was aroused. Feeding satisfies a sexual urge in addition to providing nourishment.” The truth was, he probably did need to feed soon, it had been a couple weeks since he’d had any blood, but he didn’t need to scare her.
    “Oh,” she said.
    He glanced over to see her nipples protruding through her bra and tank top. He inhaled, breathing in her scent, longing to grasp her breasts and knead them possessively, pinching her nipples into points. He wrenched his thoughts from her perfect anatomy. Staying with the little fairy might be as much torture to him as he intended to inflict upon her. Drying his hands and face on the towel, he sauntered up to her, eying the vein at her throat. “Are you going to let me taste you, Sasha?” he purred.
    She took a quick step backward. “No!” she said, her voice pitched higher than usual.
    He smiled.
    She drew herself up, her hands balled into fists at her sides. “I can’t open the front door,” she said.
    “I know.”
    “What did you do to me? Vampire hypnosis?”
    “Yes,” he admitted, knowing it would probably enrage her. “I couldn’t take the chance you would open the door and let sunlight in while I slept.”
    Her shoulders lowered and the fists unclenched, as if his argument held some merit with her. “Oh.”
    He was surprised to find her reasonable. She might be more easygoing than she let on. He walked past her into the kitchen to rummage through her refrigerator for something to eat.
    “Well, you might have just left a note or something instead,” she said, following him.
    He turned and lifted his eyebrows. “After what you tried to do to me last night?”
    She looked genuinely ashamed. “Well…”
    “Well, what?”
    She said nothing for a while, just stood and watched as he searched her refrigerator and found nothing worth eating, then resorted to the box of cereal she’d left on the counter.
    “Did you give me the dreams?”
    He remembered the way she’d been rocking her pelvis over his thigh when she woke and smiled. He’d felt the dampness of her arousal through her pajama pants, and now, fully awake, he wished he’d helped her come. He couldn’t wait for a repeat of that scene. “What were you dreaming about, anyway?”
    She flushed and the smell of her arousal bloomed, making him want to forget the cereal and carry her off to the bed to ravish her naked body until she screamed. “Nothing! I don’t know…”
    He let her squirm a bit more under his scrutiny and then confessed, ”I didn’t wish to wake you with my hammering, so I suggested you fall into sweet dreams...literally.”
    She nibbled her lip as she digested that.
    “Were they?”
    “What?”
    “Sweet?”
    “Oh...um. Yeah.”
    He could tell she was torn between being pissed off about his manipulation and appreciating the gesture.
    “Don’t do it again,” she said, although she lacked conviction.
    He ignored her, returning to his cereal.
    “Did you hear me, Vampire?”
    “Charlie,” he corrected her. “Charles Edward Holbrook, the third. Come over here.”
    She hesitated a beat, then walked to him. He hadn’t expected her instant obedience and it pleased him. He turned in his chair and pulled her to stand between his knees. “Who