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And I could have lain there like that forever.

He pushed a finger inside me and began moving it in syncwith his tongue, and I moaned as the pressure and the pleasure built withtorturous, relentless slowness—when I wavered on the edge of orgasm, he stoppedall movement until the orgasm receded. Then he began again. My body was his andhe knew exactly what to do with it.

“You may come for me once,” he said, “and then I will biteyou before I fuck you. And you will understand true pleasure.”

And finally, when I was throbbing and dripping and swollenand so close there was no going back, he allowed me to climax.

The orgasm shook my entire body.

Before it had faded away, he pierced me high on my innerthigh with his needle sharp teeth.

The pain was immediate, but before I could open my mouth toshriek, he put his lips over the wounds, and he began to suck.

It was as though his mouth was on my entire body. I couldn’ttell that his lips weren’t covering the center of me, the part that stillthrobbed and thudded like an urgent heartbeat.

He pulled the blood from my veins and I felt him kissing mylips. He scraped his tongue over the punctures and I felt him sliding insideme.

There was magic in the bite, and rapture in the feeding.

No wonder they were so hated, so feared, and so veryirresistible. Once a human had been taken, she would never want to be released.

I floated in bliss and drowned in euphoria, and even afterhe stopped drinking me, I remained high. He slid into me and he filled me up,and I came again and again. Climaxes such as I’d never felt, never imagined, andnever would have believed.

Vampire sex was inconceivable and very nearly unendurable.

When I was completely drained and emptied of everything,when I floated and drifted, unbelievably content, Amias kissed my throat, thenwhispered into my ear. His voice vibrated throughout me, and the sweetbeginnings of a soft orgasm began to grow.

“Masters do this for our servants, sweet Trinity. For ourhearts. Not for all humans. From them, we take only our survival.” He kissed mylips, then continued. “You will forget the hugeness of it.”

“No,” I managed. “Never.”

Then he left me there, naked and alone, and I was aware ofonly the lingering bliss and wonder inside me until Angus roared into the area,dragged me off the ground, and hauled my satisfied, giddy ass home.

Chapter Thirty-Three

“You have until tonight,” Captain Crawford told me. “Thenthe offer drops by five hundred dollars.”

I could understand his frustration. “I’ll get him tonight,Captain. He’s in the woods off Raeven’s Road, and the place is full of vampiresall wanting me dead. You can see how I’d be a little distracted.”

“Tonight, Sinclair,” he growled, and ended the call.

He was sick of my excuses, and I was sick of making them.

Before night fell I called the supernaturals for a meeting.

“I’ll need you all,” I told them, as we sat in Angus’sprivate basement rooms. “I need to capture Gray tonight—I’mnevergoingto get jobs hunting if I can’t even catch a target like Gordon Gray.”

Shane nodded. “He’s not old. You’re just too distracted.”

“Sit this one out,” Miriam suggested, petting her longponytail like it was an animal attached to her head. “Shane can get him, thensplit the money with you. And he can put the word out that you were in on thecapture.”

Shane glared. “I don’t give my captures away.”

I stood, then paced in front of Angus’s desk, not reallylooking at anyone. I hadn’t been able to look them in the eye since I’d bangedAmias Sato two nights ago. I hadn’t been able to look myself in the eye,either.

“No one’s giving anything away.” I silently groaned at mychoice of words. “Shane and I are both going to track and capture Gray tonight.We need you all there to take care of incidentals while we do.”

“Incidentals,” Angus growled. “Might need a stronger wordfor those homicidal psychopathic rapists you call vampires.”