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away as soon as it was over. This was the girl literally of my dreams asking for my body. Asking for permission to bite me.
    I didn’t know if I could say yes.
    A shiver tore through my shoulders as she placed a single kiss to my neck.
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    I shook my head. My desperation must have been obvious because Cleo coughed back a laugh beside me. I whipped my head in her direction, but before I could ask her anything, Camila slid her hand between my legs. She wasted no time spreading my short curls and finding my clit. I moaned, forgetting all about Cleo’s mocking.
    Camila’s fangs grazed the side of my throat, and even though I should have been, I couldn’t bring myself to be scared anymore.
    Pathetic, yeah, but her fingers felt that good. My head dropped back against her shoulder. I closed my eyes and pushed the fact that Benny and Cleo were right beside us, watching me now, out of my head. I basked in the feminine sounds of ecstasy flowing through the room and I let myself feel Camila’s fingers as they caressed my body.
    She pinched my nipple, drawing the already throbbing peak out even more. I shuddered, wanting more, getting more as two of her
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    fingers slid inside my pussy. My hips pitched up off the floor. My body pressed against her palm and I groaned helplessly.
    “Please, Ginger,” she said. A purr, a deep tremble of noise that made me even wetter accented her voice. “Please. I just want a taste.”
    And there it was, the voice I’d been wanting to hear all along. I turned slightly, just enough to face her, but not enough for her to pull her hand away. Those beautiful eyes glinted back at me. She didn’t try to deny the truth of what her bite would mean. She’d be claiming me as one of her own, even if my blood wouldn’t truly feed her. I was giving her a part of myself. Before I could chicken out, I faced forward again and arched my neck to the side. I didn’t feel the initial puncture of my throat. Instead, a cool, tingling sensation spread out under my skin, and as she drank, I felt the sweet sucking all the way down to my toes. She held me in an iron grip until she’d had her fill, but long before that, I came as she stroked me and erupted all over her hand.
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    Sometime later, I woke up in Camila’s bed. She didn’t have a clock in her room, but I got the sense that it wasn’t morning yet. I stretched and rolled over. Looking around, I realized I was in bed alone and completely naked.
    “Hi,” I heard her murmur.
    I sat up and blinked until my eyes settled on Camila. She was sitting in one of the armchairs, reading a book. She’d ditched her tank top. I couldn’t help but think about how badly I wanted to suck on her full brown nipples.
    I cleared my throat then looked down. I started smoothing the blanket over my thigh while I tried to think of what to say. Camila got up from her chair and crawled on the bed next to me. I couldn’t ignore the way her breasts swayed under their lush weight as she crawled on all fours through the sheets. When she was settled next to me I thought, screw it, and gently stroked her nipple. She hissed and I could see the tips of her fangs peeking out from between her lips.
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    “What happens if I agree to this?” I asked, my voice thick with sleep.“During the day, things don’t change. You go to class. You study. You spend time with the girls.”
    “And at night?” I rotated my finger, pushing the very tip up before swirling it back downward. Her nostrils flared again, but she didn’t try to move my finger.
    “At night, we find out more about what having our blood inside you means. You feed me, if you like, and I continue to worship your beautiful body.”
    “But my blood does nothing for you.”
    “I wouldn’t say that. You have a wonderful taste.” She touched my cheek. “I want you to stay.”
    I dropped my hand to my lap, turning her words over in my head. The