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“Oh, feisty tonight,” he retorts.

He comes closer, his blue eyes staring right into mine. He leans down and kisses me deeply. I feel our bond light up at this intimacy and I forget about my sire, and Cole O’Dell, as I lose myself in my beautiful, perfect charge.

With his deft hands, Devon unzips my dress and it pools on the floor at my stilettoed feet. Underwear-less as preferred, I stand before him naked and full of need. With his hands in my hair, he whispers, “Shift”.

He steps back as I Shift into Elizabeth, his true sire. He sighs and once again resumes this thorough exploration of my mouth.

After five hundred and six years, he still

turns me on. I don’t get bored with him at all. I feel myself getting wet in response to his tongue pushing against mine. I slide my hands up his chest and remove his jacket, letting it drop to the floor alongside my dress. He pulls me to him and picks me up, roughly pushing me against the wall, still kissing me, tugging on my raven hair hard enough to make me yelp with delight.

I wrap my long, lean legs around him while he undoes his pants. His enormous cock springs free and I gasp with the anticipation of what's to come. He knows exactly what to do to drive me wild. His fingers come up to play with my nipples, tweaking them into two hard nubs, tugging hard, making me moan in pleasure.

“Just fuck me,” I manage to get out around his mouth on mine.

He growls in response and with one swift thrust, he is inside my slick pussy. Our bond is there, I can feel it on fire, beautiful and unbreakable, spurring us both on. Thrust after hard thrust, I feel him bringing me closer to the edge. He can feel it too and tilts my head to the left exposing my neck. He nuzzles me affectionately before he viciously sinks his fangs into my flesh. I explode with ecstasy around him with a loud cry, clutching at his cock, desperately asking for more. I hear him groan deep in his throat. He retracts his fangs and licks my wound, which has already mostly healed. With one last forceful push, his hand tight around my throat, he pumps his come into me as he stares deep into my blue eyes.

We kiss again and I grab a fistful of his hair to tilt his head to the side, exposing his jugular. My fangs descend at the faint scent of his delicious blood. I pierce his vein, drinking deeply from him. I love the way he tastes. His blood gushing into my mouth soothes my clawing hunger. I release him and with a quick lick, I say, “I love you.”

“Love you back,” he says with a smile.

I drop my feet to the floor and saunter over to my abandoned dress, knowing he is watching my every move as Elizabeth. I bend down to retrieve it and then look back at him over my shoulder, crooking my finger at him. In a flash of Vampire speed, he has me in his arms and up the stairs to resume this in the bedroom.

CHAPTER TWO

T he sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window wakes me and I groan. Monday came around too quickly for my liking. I sit up and stretch. Devon senses my movement and reaches for me. His enchanted Faerie silver ring flashes in the sunlight. I grab his hand and twirl the ring round musing on its purpose. Devon and I are two of the many Vampires out there that can be in the sun. However, there are probably more Vampires out there who are still confined to the shadows, than there are who can blend into the human World.

“Not yet,” he murmurs.

“We have work,” I remind him.

His blue eyes open, finding mine. I could stare at him forever. Centuries-old feelings start to bubble up and I look away before I say something that I might regret.

“You're the boss, we can skip a few hours,” he cajoles.

“Hm,” I murmur against his delicious mouth as I bend to kiss him lightly. I feel him respond with a growl.

“Show me how much you want me,” I whisper to him.

He rolls on top of me and kisses me. “I want you as you are,” he says in between kisses, surprising me with his unexpected request.

He flips me over face down and pushes me into the bed. I could easily overpower him, but I let him have his fun. He climbs over me, knees on either side of my hips and pulls my head back to feed. He very rarely gets me in such a submissive position, so he revels in the triumph, biting me viciously. I’m so turned on now. He knows it and chuckles.

“See, she does like to be played with,” he gets out before I grab his arm and flip him over to his delight.

“Work,” I say and then leave him to stare after me, open-mouthed, as I get up and walk away.

So, my real job is in real estate. Boring, but lucrative.

I drove us this morning and as soon as I cut the engine, Devon hangs up his phone and checks his watch. He is my CFO. Astonishing with numbers, he makes even my head spin. A lot of my wealth and success has been down to him. Well, him and centuries of good investments, of course.

He leaps out of the car, his eagerness to get to his office making me smile.

“Hurry up!” he shouts to me, already at the elevator and flashing his ID card to the scanner to call it down.

I trudge to the elevators in his wake, wishing I could flash over with my Vampire speed, but sadly that would be a big, fat error in judgment. We are a secretive society with dire consequences at being found out. Ask my sire, he does love a good Reckoning.

“All right, keep your pants on,” I grumble, mentally picturing him without his pants on.


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