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arched a brow at Cindi. “Well, do you want to play full-on tonight, sweetness? My little donor here has been blood tested, and I have a condom, so we’re all good.”
    Yeah, we’re all good . So good that Cindi wanted to snap his fucking neck. But hey, she could play with the big boys if that’s what caramel candy proposed. She’d give Candy the best fuck of her life, and make sure while she was doing her, Tristan didn’t miss a single moment of the one-on-one girl sex. “Sure, I can play with your Candy Kane for the night.”
    Tristan didn’t flinch. Okay, this may be a little harder than first thought.
    “Good. But before we get started, I’m going to replenish my energy first.” He ran a finger over his bottom lip. “You hang tight, baby.”
    Always the smart-ass. And that’s why you love him so much. That thought snuck through her mental barriers and was followed up by a slight pang to her stomach. She couldn’t let herself fall for Tristan, at least that’s what she kept telling herself every time she looked at the man who rocked her world in so many ways.
    Why couldn’t she fall for a psi vampire instead of a sang? And someone who wasn’t eleven years her junior?
    Tristan grabbed one of the folding chairs tucked into the corner of the alcove, flipped it open, and then instructed Candy to take a seat. Hastily, he grabbed a second chair and placed it behind her. When he was situated, he pulled the entire package, Candy and chair, snug against his chest.
    Cindi kept her gaze pinned on him, refusing to let him see that his actions were upsetting her, as he massaged the skin on the side of Candy’s neck. His donor moaned and closed her eyes as Tristan punctured the skin. As the blood began to bubble, he shot a glance at Cindi and held it, as if he were waiting for Cindi to stop him. But she couldn’t, well, she could, but she wouldn’t let him win. She never had let him know her true feelings before, and tonight wouldn’t change that. He pressed gently on the wound until the thick liquid bubbled faster and then clamped his mouth over the wound. With his mouth clamped securely in place, his hands roamed over Candy’s breasts right before he cupped the double Ds. When he began playing with the nipples, Candy squirmed in her seat, and Cindi bit down on her tongue in an attempt to keep her mouth shut. Instead of yelling stop to Tristan, she did the only thing she could to prepare herself for the show she was going to give Tristan tonight. She envisioned him sucking Candy’s tits.
    Warmth coiled deep in her stomach.
    Cindi’s very well-manipulated attempt at self-arousal sparked need in her body, and suddenly she wanted Tristan’s hands all over her. Truth be told, she wanted him to fuck her hard and fast for a few hours or maybe days. Everything was blurred in the sexually induced coma she was slipping into. Only problem, she was supposed to be wanting Candy in the sex-induced coma with her, not Tristan, but some feelings weren’t as easy to hide, even when it came down to it for a pro at snuffing feelings.
    Tristan sucked on Candy’s neck for a few minutes longer and then cleaned and patched the wound before adding, “Thanks, Candy. I needed that.”
    After a long sigh, one Cindi was sure was for her benefit, Candy turned to face him. “You’re welcome, sweetie. Feeding you is always my pleasure. I enjoyed the other part, too. That’s a first time for us. But, I could get use to that on a regular basis.”
    So, caramel candy, you’d never touched her sexually before. This was all for my benefit. Well, let’s see if you are ready to really play hardball.
    Tristan was putting the second fold-up chair away when Candy headed toward the entrance into the alcove. “I’ll see you later. Unless you were serious about me staying and taking part in blood play with you and Cindi.”
    Cindi interrupted. “Oh, by all means he was serious. Are you game for a little sex play, too?”
    Cindi almost burst a