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reaches between his legs and adjusts his erection, letting his hand linger in time with her. It’s more than he can stand. If he waits too long it’s just going to be sex and too late to offer his bite. The exchange has to be done before they both finish. Then she’ll make her offer of tears and he’ll decide if he’ll change both their lives forever and accept them.
    His teeth ache as they shift to unnaturally sharp points and he pulls one side of the lace down. With a quick prayer, he bites. His saliva enters the cut, burning her, as the ritual of exchange begins.
    Shadow’s response is instant. She yells as her body tenses and he laves the wound, soothing it with his tongue as her fist comes down toward him.

    “Fuck!” Jenn yells, nearly drowning in the useless thoughts bubbling up and hitting her all at once. It isn’t just surprise that paralyzes her. Why didn’t she ignore him at the light? Why did she even show up? And why the hell didn’t she get back on her motorcycle and ride off when he gave her an out?
    He’s twice her size and she’s not getting away without disabling him but she’s too panicked to remember anything her brother taught her about putting a man down with pain.
    As she takes a swing at him she goes weak with the sudden rush of heat deep in her belly. Talon’s tongue caresses the bite as sweetly as if it were between her legs.
    At first she’s intent on clawing out an eye but by the time her fist is on him she’s clinging to his hair and holding him fast to the wound.
    “Oh, man,” she moans as her sex tightens with Talon’s mouth on her hip. Jenn’s not even sure if he really bit her or if he’s just found some pleasure zone she never knew she had but it sure as hell is the best thing she’s ever felt.
    “Talon,” she gasps as he takes the inside of her thigh in one hand, his other arm around her waist keeping her on her feet. She’s helpless, rocking with his mouth, seeking more and more friction with his tongue.
    Talon’s knee moves, forcing her legs further apart as he takes the string back of her panties and runs a finger down beneath it. His warm fingers pull the blue elastic free of her folds then he cautiously seeks through the slick heat between her legs.
    Jenn shudders as his finger enters her, gently swirling around her entrance before pushing deeper. He adds a second and Jenn squeezes with pleasure, hoping to hold him there.
    Jenn sets the rhythm, easing her rough hold on his hair once she’s sure he has it just right. Even with her legs braced against his she’d topple over if he didn’t have an arm around her. Her orgasm already close, Jenn opens her eyes and stares out at the wall of trees in front of the rig, hoping to enjoy this a little longer. A black shirt, she remembers. He’s wearing a black shirt. Her stranger is about to get her off and she doesn’t even remember what colour his damn jeans are.
    “Talon, I’m…” she warns, deciding she wants it with him covering her up completely like when the boat fell; sweet pressure all over and the heavy erection she felt driving her past the point of no return. Talon’s tongue runs over the swollen ridges marking where each tooth broke her skin.
    “I know,” he pauses to speak.
    So cocky , Jenn thinks as her whole stomach tightens and her toes curl up on the industrial carpet in appreciation of his boldness. On my own too long. I need this, just for now. Terry and grief and drunken Jenn can damn well wait outside. In here it’s Shadow and Talon looking after her.
    “But,” she protests.
    “You will.”
    Shadow obliges, letting her head fall back so she can feel the tips of her long hair tickle her ass and create the spark she needs. It only takes her a second to ignite for him. Grabbing hold of his arm she cries out as the first waves of climax shatter through her limbs before crashing down deep inside her belly and everywhere Talon touches her.
    He softens his pace, pushing her along until