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at the base of her palm. His fangs descended and his breathing took another difficult turn. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this worked up before a bite.
    He didn’t strike, yet. Instead, he took a long look at the night sky in a complete three-sixty to make sure there were no Invictus around.
    Seeing nothing to mar the view of the stars, he reverted his attention to her arm. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head and with a helluva lot of practice, struck to the right depth. Forming a seal over the punctures, he began to suck.
    But the long groan that left Regan’s mouth did little to mitigate his other growing problem.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    Regan had fed plenty of vampires over the course of her centuries of living. And she’d fed Ian when they’d dated. But it had never been like this.
    A soft vibration flowed over her entire body, full of desire and latent with power. More than at any other time in the past twenty-four hours, she felt in her bones she was a blood rose. Her destiny had come to her, maybe because of Ian, to provide a mastyr with blood rich enough to end forever his chronic blood starvation.
    She was essentially a woman of service, so even if she hadn’t cared about Ian as much as she already did, she would have felt grateful to be able to help out.
    Thank you, Regan. He lifted his gaze to her, his nostrils working like bellows as he continued to drink from her.
    She smiled. “You’re welcome. It means a lot to me that I’ve taken away your pain.”
    He suckled for another minute, then eased away from her wrist, though he didn’t seal the wounds. He was about to use his finger to paint the lines on his skin, from his wrist to his elbow, when she stopped him.
    “Allow me.” The vibration grew stronger. “Can you feel that?”
    He still held her arm in a gentle clasp. His color was heightened despite the chilly air on the deck. “I can. What the hell is this between us, Regan?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t know. But I want you to seal the wrist wound. I think I need to do something else here.”
    “You sure?”
    “Yes. Absolutely.”
    Using his tongue, he swiped over the two punctures on her wrist and the small incisions faded to nothing. “What do you have in mind?”
    She offered the index finger of her right hand. “Bite me here.”
    His eyes rolled in his head at her not-so-subtle command. His scent sharpened and she loved it, loved he was so into her. She planted her left hand on his bare shoulder. “I need to create the marks, so make it good.”
    “It’ll hurt.”
    “I know, but I need a steady stream for this.”
    His fangs descended once more and with a quick jab, he sliced open her finger. The sudden strike made her gasp, but she ignored the pain of the cut.
    She slid her left hand down his arm and using her right forefinger, painted a slow line down the center of his forearm all the way to his wrist bone. Without Ian’s tongue to stop the bleeding, the cut flowed freely.
    “Take some of this,” she said. “I want this to be right.” She held her forefinger up for him and he took it in his mouth, sucking once more. She didn’t stop him right away because she loved the look on his face, his eyes at half-mast, pupils dilated.
    I need you, Regan.
    She thought a clear intent would be best. I’m with you all the way.
    He groaned softly. Tell me what to do. Is this enough of a mark?
    She shook her head. “I’ll be making three on each arm, but I want to stop in between in order to keep the lines clean.”
    She still held his arm as he nodded, then relinquished her finger. The blood flowed better because he’d suckled. As a vampire, he released chemicals when he drank to keep the body from healing the fang-wound until he was done.
    She began the second mark, moving slowly down his arm. The line formed a slight angle to the original one. Once the line was complete, she stopped just as she’d said she would and had him suckle again. Each time, he got a