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legs apart. He had to taste her, the scent of her arousal filling his lungs, made him ache with need. He didn’t stop the thrusting of his finger as he latched his mouth onto her clit, and sucked hard.
    “Roarke,” she cried out, her back arching, her knees clamping round his head.
    He worked her hot pussy until she was writhing against him, her juices covering his chin. He drove his fingers into her harder, curving upwards to brush against her g-spot. She exploded around him, a long, splintered moan filling the entire room.
    Her body still quaked from her climax, and he climbed atop her again, his hands releasing the thick, ruddy length of his cock. He didn’t bother to remove his clothes, his need was too great.
    The thick mushroom head of his dick was poised at her wet entrance. She opened her eyes then, their gazes clashing, and he drove into her on one rough stroke, burying his cock to the hilt.
    He groaned, his eyes clenching shut as he struggled to breathe. She was so wet and tight around him like a juicy fist, and he fought not spurt with his first stroke. Desire crawled in his belly and he moved inside her then, his pace hard and hurried. She clasped her ankles behind his back, her body jerking off the bed, meeting his frenzied strokes.
    Hoarse screams were ripped from her lips as they fucked like wild animals. His beast roared to life, his incisors exploding inside his mouth and lengthening. Her blood called to him, that pounding pulse along her neck. He ached to sink his teeth into her, just as he was sinking his cock, but he resisted. If he bit her, it would trigger her own beast, and anyone watching would know she wasn’t as human as they’d thought.
    He rode her harder, in a desperate attempt to fight the urge to drink from her. His strokes went deeper, his thick meat pistoning back and forth until she tightened around him again, the hot, tight vice of her cunt dragging him into the storm of her orgasm.
    He thrust into her once, twice, one last time, a harsh bellow escaping his lips as he spurted deep inside her, his seed filling her up. He collapsed against her, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he struggled to breathe.
    She caressed his sweaty back, his dress shirt clinging to his torso. He rolled over, and let her up, watching as she reached for her clothing and donned her skimpy attire, not once casting him a glance.
    A hard lump welled in his throat. He wanted to pull her down back into bed with him and hold her, make love to her slowly, take his time exploring her body. This animalistic rutting they’d just done was not what he wanted with her. She deserved to be made love to, not casually fucked.
    “Jasmeene.”
    She turned, her face once again cool and professional, as if they hadn’t just fucked each other’s brains out only minutes ago—as if he hadn’t just given her two explosive orgasms. How could she turn it on and off so easily? He had his answer when she spoke.
    “I need to get back out on the floor. I have another set in thirty minutes.”
    It was a job, everything she did was about performing well on her job, and nothing else mattered to her.
    He now understood why she was such a good vice cop. She excelled at playing roles and getting the job done.
    Hell, if she hadn’t come all over his cock earlier, he would have thought she’d faked that too.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    “I found something, Jasmeene.”
    She over the shoulder of sexy shifter, Kristoff Lionhart. They’d come in as rookies together, and with his irreverent humour, and her sarcastic wit, they’d hit it off instantly. She liked Kris, he certainly was handsome enough, but he only had eyes for the hard-nose tigress who was head of SVU. Guess that was lucky for her, since she seemingly only had eyes for Roarke Dimitru. It certainly would have been tiring walking around carrying torches for two men.
    “What am I looking for?” she