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to either side of his thighs
as she began to rock. As she fed, each drag of her warm body caused a delicious
friction over his cock.
    His hands slid to her
hips and gripped her tightly, trying to still her motions. Even unconscious,
she was strong, stubborn, and having none of it. Her keening and sighs grew in
pitch, fell closer and closer together as her hunger faded. Her pelvis rocked
over him and he realized she was satisfying more than one hunger, truly taking
what she needed, what her body craved, from her mate.
    His breath grew labored
as he tried to hold onto his self-control. Faster and faster she rode him. He
could not take much more. She was drawing his own release to the surface with
each precious pull of her mouth over his flesh.
    “Delilah…” he breathed,
pressing his lips into her shoulder. He should not be taking pleasure from her
while she was unconscious. He tried to control his body’s reaction to what she
was doing, but it was impossible. His soul reflexively recognized her as his
other half.
    Her lips tightened and
he extended his neck, leaning with her as her spine arched. Her thighs
tightened over his and her mouth tore from him and she cried out.
    There was no stopping
it. His climax followed. Heat bathed his thighs beneath the clasp of his pants
and his eyes widened in utter shock as he held her, both their bodies shivering
with release.
    Slowly, she came back
down, still unconscious. He lowered her quivering body to the bed and drew the
covers to her chest. Her breath was steady again.
    A spot of his blood
remained on the curve of her lower lip. Leaning down, he licked it away. She
sighed and he groaned. Reluctantly, he left her to clean up in the washroom.
    When he returned in a
fresh pair of pants, she still lay as he’d left her on the bed. He stood in the
doorway, admiring her beauty, satisfied that he’d managed to provide for her
what she needed in order to survive.
    Her eyes flashed open
wide in one sudden motion. They were fully dilated. She was not happy.

 
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    Delilah opened her eyes
at the sound of breathing. Christian stood at the door watching. Him . He
did this. The lethargic shock that had overcome her these past few days
evaporated, replaced with uncontainable rage. She glared at him, pouring every
bit of hate into her gaze.
    “You are awake.”
    Her breathing grew heavy
and she heard herself growl. That must be a vampire thing. Her jaw shifted and
she dragged her tongue over the sharp tip of her fangs. Yup. They were real.
    She’d slept and was glad
to know it didn’t require a coffin or being underground. She and spiders did
not mingle well.
    He took a step forward
and she hissed. Vampires do that. Did she have powers? Could she turn
into a bat? Bats were nasty. What would she like to turn into if there were
choices? A cat maybe? A Panther? Ooh, a unicorn! Pretty!
    “Delilah—”
    Her eyes snapped back to
his. Bad man. He took another step and she was on her feet, knees bent,
arms spread, ready to attack. Shit, she had claws. Bad. Ass.
    Delilah flexed her hands
and rolled her shoulders testing her newfound strength. She felt good, loose.
Like she could really fuck a person up. Her eyes zeroed in on her captor. He
looked unsure. Good .
    Cautiously, he took a
step and she was off the bed and on the other side of the room. Whoa. Moving
that fast left hera little dizzy.“Stay back. I’ll attack,” she
warned, a courtesy that wasn’t necessary and one he’d done nothing to deserve.
    He held up his hands. “I
do not want to hurt you, Delilah. I was only coming to check on you. If you
think you are up for it, I’d like to show you around.”
    Leaving the house? “Show
me around where?”
    “The farm. The Schrock
portion of land at least. The Order’s land is enormous, but being that there is
only my mother and I on the Schrock land—and now you, of course—we have a very
open spread.”
    She could run away. If
he took her out she’d only need a