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held it, showing him she was powerful, that he couldn’t fight and win.
    “Shit!” He held still, his cock tapping his trembling belly.
    “Need,” she said, more softly this time, entreating him with her eyes. This one, she didn’t want to force, didn’t want him afraid.
    The tendons in his neck flexed, his square jaw hardened, but he leaned back on his elbows, his gaze direct. “Take. Whatever the fuck you need,” he bit out. “We’re gonna talk. After. ”
    Joy swept through her, surpassing the blinding hunger for a moment. She rose toward the ceiling and curled over and over in the air, her body writhing sinuously, her hips undulating in their natural rhythm, enticing him, building her own sweet tension.
    She fluttered back, legs spreading wide as she lowered to his calves. Furling her wings with a snap, she cocked her head, gave a slow smile, and bent over his cock—his large, lovely, veined, and turgid cock.
    “Pretty,” she sighed then stuck out her pointed tongue to trace the length of him. Musky feminine cream, his own salty come—all the flavors she adored, craved, exploded on her tongue. She went down, consuming his length and swirling her head to pull her lips around and around his thick shaft.
    “Sweet-fucking-hell,” he gasped.
    Then fingers sank into her hair, and she rolled her head to enjoy the scrape of his nails as he tried to capture her, tried to pull her deeper.
    Her jaws widened, cracking at the corners, and she sank, hunching over him to drive downward, taking every inch of his sex into her throat. On the way up, she sucked, pulling hard, pulsing up his length. The calves trapped beneath her shook; his hips bucked, but she wouldn’t let him come. Wouldn’t send the flickering jolt that shot a man-beast into orgasm.
    She owned it. She’d milk it for every bit of pleasure, every bit of his essence that she could consume. His groans fed her soul; his deep, racking shudders made her stronger. In the end, his essence would seed her body with energy that she’d wrap around herself for warmth and comfort. Pleasure was the reward for both their efforts.
    But pleasure could be all-consuming.
    Coming off him, she shook her head to clear it. Trying not to get drunk on his delicious flavors, his spicy heat. She didn’t want to leave this one weak…or dead.
    Stroking her hands over his dark-chestnut skin, she popped her wings, liking his short, shaky gasp.
    “Easy now, babe,” he whispered. “Easy. It’s all yours. Whatever you want.”
    What she wanted… She shook her head. “ Neeeed! ”
    Moses gripped his shaft, lifting it straight up. “Yours.”
    “Yes, yes, yessssss .” Up she went, belly rolling, pussy clasping air. His other hand slid between her legs, touched her heat, swirled in it. “Yesssss.” Her head fell back as thick digits fucked inside.
    “Almost there, Viper…”
    She shook her head, again, trying to clear it. His meaning unclear. “Need,” she moaned, whimpering when he pinched her hard, distended clit.
    “That’s it, baby. That’s it… Viper …”
    Something hard and solid wound around her throat—an arm! She tried to cry out, but the arm tightened, cutting off her air, then something came over her head. Something cold settled between her breasts.
    From one moment to the next, she jerked, her body changing in a rapid, stinging moment.
    Melanie clutched the arm loosening around her and sat huddled over Moses’s thighs, her whole body shaking. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “It wasn’t a dream.”

Chapter Three
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    M oses held still as Viper dragged her off his legs then completely off the bed.
    His former partner lifted Melanie into his arms and gave him a cutting glare over her head. “Clean up. Then come into the living room.”
    When the door slammed closed, Moses fell back on the bed and dragged in deep breaths to slow his racing heart. What the fuck just happened? He raised a shaking hand and scrubbed his face, trying to get his head around