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thigh and massaged it, the muscle taut beneath his tight jeans. He stroked his fingers through her hair, smiling beatifically, his dark eyes gleaming. The heat inside her expanded and flashed across her skin. Her entire body went molten. She grew painfully horny.
    A heavy thud sounded, followed by an angry feminine yelp. Sam leaped to his feet.
    “Occam, you bastard, how dare you!” He snarled at Belle, “Stay right there, or I swear I’ll jam my boot straight up your ass.”
    June tried to ignore the distraction. She locked an arm around Zack’s waist and pulled him closer. Zack placed his hand on her breast and plucked her hardened nipple through her shirt. She had never been so glad she didn’t wear a bra.
    “I want you,” she whispered, close to Zack’s lips.
    Sam loomed over them, and he grabbed a handful of Zack’s dreads, jerking his head back. Zack snarled, baring his fangs.
    “You call this sex witch off,” Sam demanded. “Get him out of her lap, or I will!”
    Occam watched placidly.
    “Is this our punishment for interloping?” Sam asked.
    “Did you think you’d get out of here without so much as a slap on the wrist?”
    Sam yanked Zack, snarling and struggling, off June. Belle lay sprawled on the floor, but she sprang swiftly to her knees. June’s skin seemed to have turned to goo, and Zack pulled strands of it away as he went. She clutched at the air. Her insides burned.
    Sam flung Zack against the opposite wall, between the TV and the chair Belle had been sitting in. As he slumped to the floor, he locked eyes with June, and she jerked forward, her heart jumping into her throat. Zack leaped up and sprang toward her, but Sam checked him with an elbow to the chin. Zack hit the floor beside his sister.
    “Call them off, Occam!” Sam swiped Belle with his leg as she tried to get up, sending her crashing back to the floor.
    “They’re hungry, Sam. Not for blood, though.”
    Zack had gotten back to his feet. June tried to get up and go to him. However, Sam flung himself at the couch and landed in a heavy heap on top of her. June squirmed beneath him, her senses filled with Zack, everything in her body churning, wanting. She would burst into flame if she didn’t get to him. Sam reached down to June’s side, whipped around, and jerked his arm straight out. He had taken June’s gun and he trained it on the two vampires charging at the couch. They immediately stopped.
    “Stay back,” Sam warned. “Stay the fuck back. I know how to hit a vital organ.”
    They remained in place, though Zack’s eyes were hard and glittering and fixed on June. He flexed his fingers at his sides. June balled her fists against Sam’s chest and tried to push him off, but her right arm was too weak.
    “Get off me!”
    Sam kept her pinned with his weight across her hips. He kept the gun pointed at the two. “You’re gonna hate me for this later,” he said to her. “But I’m saving your life right now.”
    Sam jammed his thigh up between her legs. June convulsively locked her legs around it and began humping, wet and trembling with arousal, eager for anything to give her stimulation. Sparks shot into her stomach, raced up and down her back. She blanked out everyone else in the room apart from Zack, whom she focused on with desperation.
    Sam leaned over, his hair brushing her cheek. “I hope this is enough. I don’t want to violate you.” He whispered, “I’m sorry.”
    Zack seethed. His sister retreated a few steps. Sam still had the gun pointed at them. Occam hadn’t moved from his chair.
    June remained locked in the intense grip of need. Her insides ached as she slid against the firm, hard length of Sam’s thigh. She wished her jeans would disappear. She was too hot, too aroused, tense and filled up with an energy like her skin would burst at any moment, paralyzed apart from the rhythm of her hips. Her orgasm built sharp and hard, and she wailed—in anguish, in pleasure, she wasn’t sure—when the