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but she gave her life
to save mine.”
    Since then he’d dropped the sword and taken up business
instead. What did they say? Once a warrior…
    She ran a hand over his face. “I’m so sorry.”
    “I—” He cleared his throat and laced his fingers through
hers, suddenly grateful for her silent comfort. “It was a long time ago, and
since then, my work is everything to me.”
    “I know that.” Her smile came out more a grimace.
    He understood her all too well. He could boast of a
multi-million dollar profit from his company, handling everything from
high-tech electronics support to confidential helplines, with several thousand
employees working under him; still, he couldn’t actually call any of them
friends. Of course, he had a couple of acquaintances among vampires. The
younger vamps worked for his nocturnal helpline and the older vampires, like
him, still wary of the centuries-old massacre, stayed as aloof as possible. Any
sort of friendship that evolved over centuries of watching each other’s backs
was complex. It also didn’t allow for the participants to have an easy
camaraderie that allowed them to mingle or swap stories over a round of drinks.
    Partially it was his mistake too. A loner by choice, he’d
expended all his energy in his professional life. Until the day he’d heard her
voice and lost his head.
    “You’re really brave,” she said, her voice reflecting her
sincerity.
    The admiration in her gaze unearthed something warm and
gooey in his chest. “Me? I don’t think so. I’ve just learned to adapt.”
    “No.” She sidled closer, placing her face on his shoulder.
“Running the helpline, giving immortals a chance to connect.”
    “Ah, that?” He smiled. “It’s not as glamorous as it sounds.
We hit the jackpot with maybe one or two real immortals among thousands of
calls. A friend owns a few nightclubs and he has an underground club reserved
for others like us. Once I ascertain their identities, I just direct them to
the club and my job is done.”
    “Still brave,” she declared, moving away from him with a
shove.
    “Or maybe I just like to break hidden rules,” he countered.
He trailed a finger over her nipple. “Enough about me. Now it’s my turn.”
    Closing her eyes, she sighed. “Yeah?”
    “Did you wear panties?”
    She stared at him, letting out a snort. “Of course, I did, I
do! Every single day.”
    He traced her lower lip with a finger. “Whenever you called
me?”
    Her seductive smile coupled with a slight shake of her head
made his heart hammer. She’d been without panties the entire time she’d spoken
to him? Every night?
    He descended on her, his lips hard and demanding. Relentless
in opening her mouth and seeking her tongue. She tasted of cinnamon and spice,
sending a stab of lust to his hardened, beyond-pain cock. He needed her now,
darkness be damned.
    Her taste spread into his system and he hungered for more.
    His cock probed the juncture of her thighs and she spread
her legs farther, inviting him in without hesitation. He pulled back and
glanced at the place where their bodies joined—or rather readied to join.
    She gave a choked cry of protest when he gave a peck on her
open lips, which soon changed into a needy whimper as he trailed to her neck.
Her heated breath as he swept his tongue at the sensitive spot made his fangs
throb.
    “Bite me.”
    Her strangled whisper gave him pause. She offered her neck
to him, clearly wanting more. His heart raced at her inherent submission to his
dark desires.
    “Not yet, my sweet,” he assured her. “But soon.”
     
    Lights exploded behind Elena’s closed eyes as his fangs
scraped her skin.
    His promise whispered across her mind, taunting her with
unbidden promises. He moved downward, burying his face in her sex. Her legs
balanced on his shoulders, he cupped her buttocks and spread her. She felt
something—the buttplug or his finger—probing her ass and she took a deep
breath, relaxing, trusting him with her