Free Colton's Dilemma (Shadow Breeds) by Dara Nelson

her.   The sight of her, wet, in his shower had his cock wide awake, even if the rest of him still wasn’t. 
    Without turning around she said, “Are you just going to stand there gawking or are you going to come help me stand up so I can wash my hair?”
    He stepped in and gathered her in his arms, “So, I’m just a crutch now?”
    “In more ways that I care to admit,” she mumbled as she tilted her head back under the spray .  The vein in her neck just above the clavicle throbbed at him – it called to him to taste her, to taste her while he was fucking her.  God, why was he so hungry again when he had just fed last night?  It wasn’t that he was hungry, he realized with a shock, it was that he was hungry for her .
    ******************************************God, the sight of him naked in the shower was almost enough to bring on another orgasm.  Ever since he had touched her last night, she was like a walking orgasm.  Her throbbing clit had awakened her, twice, during the night and left her with no option but to rub it until she came – which didn’t take long at all.  She had hoped that her sounds would wake him and he would join in – but unfortunately he slept like the dead.  Even when she had rolled over and pulled the sheet off of him so she could stare at that beautiful cock that had brought her more pleasure than she’d ever known while she touched herself, he didn’t stir, damn it!
    His hands were clasped behind her lower back, holding her up as she washed and conditioned her hair.  As she tilted her head back to rinse the conditioner out and run her fingers through her long brunette hair to work the tangles out, she realized that he was strangely quiet.  She snapped her head up and found him staring intently at her neck and licking his lips.  He wanted to drink from her, to taste her.  The thought was so erotic that she was instantly wet and throbbing.  She wanted to offer herself to him.  God help her, she wanted to tell him to bite her.  But then he would know that she knew what he was.  What would he do then?
    She clasped his face in her hands and forced his eyes to meet hers.  He blinked a few times as if he was coming out of a trance and then she saw panic forming as he stared at her.  She kissed him, hard, as she tried to build up the strength to say what she was about to say.   She kissed him until she felt his panic give way to lust – she kissed him until she felt him grow hard against her belly.  She pulled away and locked eyes with him again.  “I don’t ever want to forget you.  Do you understand what I’m saying?  Please, I don’t ever want to forget you.  Promise me that I won’t forget you,” she said.
    She watched as the panic started to creep back into his eyes, panic mixed with confusion, “What, what do you mean?” he whispered.
    What did she mean…he knew damn well what she meant, “Humor me, promise me that I’ll never forget you Colton.”
    “Okay, I promise,” he said hesitantly, trying to figure out how much she knew, “Now, what do you mean?  Are you afraid of losing more of your memory, Tess?”
    “Only if you take it,” she whispered, watching him.
    He drew back, almost as if she had slapped him.  He released her from his grip as he took a step back.  She wobbled and almost stepped down on her injured foot, but he reached out and grabbed her before she did, “Sorry,” he mumbled, “Tess, what do you mean ‘only if I take it’?  How the hell would I take away your memory?” he said.  She could see his heart pounding in his chest, could see the fast labored breathing that signaled his stress.
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    Dear God, what was she saying?  Did she think that he was some crazy doctor who performed insane experiments or was it something worse – her knowing what he was would be worse, because she would run screaming from his life. 
    She smiled and cupped her hand on his cheek, and holy shit there