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He had no idea if she knew she was losing control, but he felt it slipping away as something more primeval emanated from her. Something inside him stirred in response before rising to the surface.
He’d done his best to keep his dark fae appetites suppressed and not to reveal how much time had passed since he last fed on sex. It was impossible to control it when her gaze focused on his neck and the scent of her arousal permeated the air.
He was a dark fae, a man and creature attuned to the needs of women, and for some reason, he was more aware ofhers. She also evoked a more visceral reaction from him than any woman before. Hehadto satisfy her; the impossible-to-ignore instinct clamored across all his nerve endings and throughout his cells.
Was it because she was so stubborn and difficult that he found the challenge of her so irresistible and fun? Or was he actually developing feelings for this little witch who was more of an enchantress that had turned his life upside down?
Before meeting her, he would have believed it impossible toconsidercaring for another in such a way, but he couldn’t deny his fascination with her. He also hadn’t been with another woman since she arrived in this realm.
That was also something he would have believed impossible for him to experience before her, but she’d changed everything. He just didn’t think it was for the better.
He had no idea why he’d pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion and starvation for her. None of it made any sense.
Maybe that would change once they were out of this realm and he had more women to choose from. He’d always been so certain it would, but some of his certainty was starting to fade.
The only problem was, Sahira was determined to defy him. That might be why he desired her so much. He’d always enjoyed a good challenge; she was the biggest, most fun, and exasperating one he’d ever faced.
And he was more than willing to meet that challenge again. He knew how to get the vampire within her to cave to him even if the woman was still determined to deny them both.
When he leaned closer, he turned his head to expose more of his vein. Her gaze fastened on his neck, and she licked her lips.
Suppressing his rising feeling of victory, he focused on what it was like to have her lips against his. She not only smelled of honey but tasted of it too, and he would never forget that.
Unable to resist, he leaned closer to run his thumb across her delectable bottom lip. When he pulled it down a little to reveal the tips of her fangs, blood rushed to his cock.
Having her feeding from him, and that mixture of pleasure and pain, was an erotic combination he craved. He’d been with plenty of vampires over the years and experienced their bite countless times before, but her bite made it impossible to recall theirs, something that had never happened before.
Leaning closer, he moved his thumb away as his lips hovered centimeters from hers. He could already taste her lips and feel the tightness of her sheath as he sank his shaft inside her, but he hesitated to kiss her.
If she pushed him away, he’d tear this place apart. Another rejection from her, when they were this close, would tip him over the edge and into a fit of rage the likes of which he’d never unleashed before.
While he waited, no words left her enticing lips as her red-streaked, amber eyes held his. When he didn’t close the distance between them, she did.
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When her mouth touched his,a firestorm of passion erupted inside him. Gripping her arms, Orin dragged her off the stool to pull her flush against him. Her lush breasts flattened against his chest, and he released one of her arms to wrap his around her waist.
Had anyone ever tasted or felt as good as her? If they had, Orin couldn’t recall, and he was sure he would, because no matter how many more women he screwed, he’d never forget her.
Rising from his stool, he kept his arm around her, carrying her further into the pub while their tongues entwined. Her legs encircled his waist, and she rubbed enticingly against his erection, demanding release.
If he let her breathe or think, she might stop this, so he wouldn’t give her a second to do either. Clasping the back of her head, he held her close as he kissed her senseless.
Bloodlust didn’t compel her to do this. She could try to convince herself of that when this was over, but he knew the truth… she wanted him as badly as he did her.
She could have fed from Elsa or Zeth. He’d told her not to, but she’d never listened to him before; she wasn’t about to start now.
Of course, she could try to blame it on him, and most likely would, but she could restrain herself from letting bloodlust take over. She’d done it with Zeth and told him she’d done it with countless others before him.
He carried her toward the storage room of the pub. If he had his way, he’d fuck her on the bar, but he wasn’t going to let anyone get in his way or interrupt him, and Elsa and Zeth would be waking soon.
If Sahira heard them, she’d pull away and end this. He wouldn’t let that happen.
Having worked in the pub for Belda, he knew where everything was inside it. Since there was less furniture in this place, it was easier to maneuver around, and he didn’t bump into anything before reaching the storage room.
Releasing her with one hand, he found the knob and twisted it. He pushed the door open and carried her inside. He wanted to kick it shut but couldn’t wake anyone else or draw their attention.
Once they were inside, with the door shut, all pretense of calm vanished. Resting her back against the wall, he found the edge of her shirt as his heart raced and his dick ached from the blood filling it.
