Free Retribution (Book 3 of The Dominion Series) by S. E. Lund Page A

him. He pulls me against his body with one hand and continues to speak softly into the phone for a few moments.
    “Tell him those are my terms. If he doesn’t accept, I'm gone for good and so is she.”
    I frown. What plans is he making for me?
    “I won’t hear any counter offer. That’s final.” He ends the call, tapping the screen and turns to me.  “Why are you awake? You should be sleeping.”
    “Who were you talking to,” I say, unable to read him.
    He puts the phone down on the windowsill and brushes the hair off my cheek.
    “Vasquez. I told him you were coming back to work for the SCU and I was going to be your partner.”
    “You did?” I say, surprised that he’s actually going to let me work again. "How can that be? You were implicated in the River Man killings."
    "Since O’Neil’s death, there's been a shake-up in the SCU. Files were lost. My case in particular. You and I will work together.   This is what we were meant to do, you and I.” He bends down and kisses me briefly. “I know you won’t rest until you follow your mother’s path. Michel won’t give you what you want, Eve, but I will. I’ll give you everything you want. Everything .”
    “That’s what he said as well,” I say. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”
    He smiles briefly. “Yes you do. You just don’t want to admit it. Listen to your body and your heart. Don’t listen to that moralizing superego that haunts you, telling you that you must atone for wrongs you never did. For bad things for which you had no responsibility.”
    I try to ignore his words because that sounds too much like what Michel said.
    “I need your blood,” I say plainly, rubbing my hands over his bare chest.
    “How do you want me?” he says and I can hear the instant transformation in his voice at the very thought of it. I search him out with my mind and he’s immediately choking with lust at the prospect of me drinking his blood, being on a blood high so we can fuck and our pleasure will be even more intense. His body has already responded, his flesh stiffening. My body responds in an instant as well and I’m shocked at the intensity of it.
    I close my eyes and lean against him.
    “Where do you want me to feed?” I say, barely able to speak, I'm so overwhelmed with desire.
    “No, this is all about you,” he says, pulling the towel off me, his hands stroking down my back to my buttocks as he pulls me against him.
    But I catch a hint of what he wants – a brief vision as he’s imagined it and he wants me on his lap, with him inside of me. He wants me drinking from his neck and that image is now what I want as well.
    He pulls me over to the couch against the wall and sits down, his erection thick and already wet with fluid. I straddle him, and he holds his erection up for me, but I rub myself against him, wanting to feel the slick wetness, the silky feel of the head stroke me first. I press against him shamelessly, my eyes closed, as I enjoy the desire building inside of me, the ache growing more intense. I deny the need to feel him inside me as long as I can.
    He’s just looking at me, his face filled with lust as I wantonly rub myself against his erection. He loves it. He loves this – seeing me using his body to pleasure myself. Finally, I want him inside of me and deny myself no longer. I sit on him, gasping as he fills me up so well, the pressure so intense, so sweet.
    “Now,” he says, and uses the corner of his fingernail to open a thin seam on his neck below his ear, just beside the Lorraine Cross tattoo that looks more like a brand than ink. I kiss it first, wondering what it means, and then press my mouth over the wound, sucking at it, nursing, the blood trickling into my mouth, the effect immediate.
    My body trembles with pleasure as the endorphins hit my brain and I can’t imagine a more intense experience than this – him inside me, me feeling his desire on top of mine, our minds connecting, the effect of his blood