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her body held. He tightened one arm around her and raised the other hand to the back of her head. "Shh, Rajni. You'll see them again; this I swear."
Small teeth bit him, digging deep into his shoulder. He yelped, tried to pry her loose. "Emily, stop that! Release me at once!"
She'd drawn blood; he'd never been so turned on in his life.
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Emily tasted his blood and it only made her want more. Made her want him more. That thought had her releasing him and arching away. She didn't want him, couldn't want him. It was a sick game he was playing with her. Whatever drug it was must have contained a new aphrodisiac designed to make her lust for the very creature who'd given it to her.
When combined with something like Rohipnol, such an aphrodisiac held sinister connotations. Had they brought her and her cousins to this place to experiment on them because of something her grandfather had done? Had they created a new rape drug, one ten times more powerful than a roofie? One that made the victim want to participate?
"I swear to you, I will never hurt you again. An oath that I will not break." He covered her mouth with his.
Emily didn't fight him; he held her so tight between his body and the wall that she couldn't. She waited for the moment when the gentle caress changed to the brutal tearing of her flesh that she remembered from the night before. Had he kissed her first then? She thought he had.
His tongue flitted over her bottom lip, teasing it until she opened her mouth. She didn’t want this, and she told herself that even as her body softened against his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping inside her mouth to tease her own. She hummed, her head falling back against the wall. Finally, he stopped for breath, dropping his head to nuzzle at the skin of her neck.
Emily stiffened, reality once again crashing down around her. Her body braced, waiting for the feel of his sharp teeth. “No. Please...don’t...”
He ran quick little kisses over her jaw before tucking her head beneath his chin.
“It’s alright, little dove. I’m not going to feed from you; You’re going to feed from me.”
 
 

Chapter Seven
 
Emily barely heard the words he’d whispered in her ear. Instead, all she could focus on was the sound of the blood rushing beneath his skin. It called to her, in a way she couldn’t describe or understand. She pressed against him, the hands she’d tried to ward him off with now pulling him closer.
His skin smelled like the finest of spices, hot and enticing. Her tongue flicked against his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. Even as the inner part of her mind was telling her no, her tongue lingered.
“You’re body knows what to do, just let it.” His whisper was hot against her ear; his hand ran the length of her back, the other held her thigh. She wanted closer. The sound of his blood pounded louder in her ears.
Emily bit him, teeth sinking deep into the skin over that pulse. As the taste of his blood filled her mouth, her eyes closed and she dragged deep. For the first time, she was aware of the nagging hunger that pulled at her. And for the first time, she realized that the only way to satisfy that hunger was through...him.
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Rydere didn’t know how long they stood in the hall, but he knew he’d never forget how it felt to be holding her, feeding her for the first time. He murmured endearments as she fed voraciously from him, her tiny teeth and soft lips making the experience more erotic than he’d ever imagined. But finally he sensed she’d gotten her fill and he pulled her away. Just enough that he could look into her eyes.
It was then he saw the dawning horror.
“No, no, no. It’s not real. It’s not!” She shook her head as she trembled in his arms. Rydere tried to pull her head to rest against his shoulder but she resisted. “It’s not real! Rand will be coming for us; he’ll get us out of here and kill you!”
“Yes, it is real.” He carried her down the hall, not stopping until he had