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having sex with her. Besides it being deplorable, it could mean her death. Time to put a stop to this insanity . Twisting around, Ascher flung her against the bed.
    Her head dropped back, exposing the vibrating thump of her carotid. The perfume of her blood filled his nostrils, wiping his mind clear of any thought but his insatiable thirst. Hoping to alleviate her pain, he brushed her neck sweeping her carotid with his tongue.
    T ongue sweeping was an intimate and sexual act, but he used it as a way of being humane. The enzymes in vampire saliva broke down blood proteins, increased blood flow, healed wounds and relaxed humans.
    She wiggled then sighed.
    His eyes rolled in his head, his vision blurring with crimson. The blood red markings of his thirst had made it to his eyes. He released a sigh of relief when she fainted. It was so much easier to concentrate when they passed out. The unconscious never expected sex, nor talked incessantly or wiggled about making it harder to disengage fangs that were difficult enough to maneuver. Ascher took a deep breath, carefully sinking his fangs into her neck.
    The large artery thudded, gushing its sweet liquid. The flow was too heavy. Her drunken state complicated things and he gulped at the stream surging down his throat. The blood flooding his lips both energized and inundated his body with new strength.
    Her carotid gave a warning thud—his cue to stop. If he went too far past the second thu mp, he ran the risk of killing her. He fought against instinct, retracting his fangs. A quick sweep of his tongue sealed the puncture marks. The enzymes in his saliva would heal her wounds. They never let them leave before the physical proof disappeared.
    For course number two, Ascher chose a slightly older woman. He fed on her then chose his final course—another older woman with a tanned complexion and salt and pepper hair. His thirst satiated, he made his way back to the bar.
    The smoky room buzzed with activity and couples twirled on the dance floor. Laughter and the clacking of balls wafted from the friendly game of pool underway in the back. Ascher glanced toward the bar and found Shauna sitting on a stool, her legs crossed at the ankles, a look of boredom pasted on her face. He channeled her mind, wondering what she was thinking.
    Unfortunately, she was blocking but her smile conveyed happiness to see him. Deep dimples dented her cheeks as she asked, “Can I get you something?”
    “No , I’m not drinking tonight. I came to see how your first night was going.”
    “I’m doing great. I’ve got five hundred in tips, so far.” She jingled the clear jar next to her.
    “Quite impressive.” His mouth turned up into a smile, without his permission.
    “Are you feeling better?”
    “Yes, much better. Thanks for asking.” He walked behind the counter, grabbing a bar towel and sponge to wipe down the surfaces.
    Sh auna joined him.
    Ascher tried to concentrate, but her sexy choice of clothing made that impossible. Though he was half vampire, he was one hundred percent male, and the sight of her stirred him.
    Her outfit was provocative, bordering on slutty—a black button down shirt, with three buttons unfastened, showed off smooth, caramel coated cleavage encased in a delicate black bra. A mid-thigh length black skirt displayed curvaceous hips, shapely legs and a perfectly round ass. A pair of black wedge heeled shoes completed the entrancing ensemble.
    Black was definitely her color, as it accentuated her complexion beautifully. He was certain that the tips she'd earned reflected her choice of clothing and overall attractiveness, rather than her ability to serve.
    “I can do that.” She attempted to grab the sponge. “It is, after all, my job.”
    “You’re taking a break. At least that’s what we’ll tell Gabe if he asks.” He listened to the obnoxious chatter in her mind. She wondered if h is pale skin was the result of some blood clotting disease. She found him attractive.