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“Good.” I slam into her, and she screams. The other vamps will hear us but I don’t care. They’ll have heard us before.

Fucking hell, her ass is so tight. I thank 20-year-old Silas who thought it would be a good idea to get a cock piercing, because right now the dragging pressure of that metal bar is so fucking good I can’t see straight. She reaches back for me, and I curl my fingers around her wrist, forcing her arm against her back.

“Yeah.” Her voice is barely audible over my own moans, over the sound of the desk creaking under us. “Oh god, yeah.”

I close my eyes, my body tensing with heat as my climax builds. And suddenly it’s Juliet’s arms under my hands, her screams and whimpers meeting my ears. It’s Juliet coated in my blood. The vision is so vivid, like daylight searing itself onto the backs of my eyelids.

My whole body ripples with release as I roar, coming so hard I’m sure I’ve crushed Sam’s bones to dust in my hands. I’m gasping for air I don’t need, my blood on fire. Holy fuck. Holy shitting fuck.

But Sam just laughs, slumping on the desk as I pull out of her.

“Jesus,” she murmurs, “that was incredible.” Her ass is covered in blood and cum and sweat, and when I look down at myself I don’t look much better. It always looks like a massacre when vamps fuck.

“You OK?” I ask as she turns around, perching on the edge of the scratched up, splintered desk.

She pushes the hair from her sweaty face with the back of her hand. “Yeah, why?”

“That was, it was intense.”

She grins and reaches out, running her fingers down my chest. “Silas, you’re always intense. Not many men fuck the way you do.”

“And what way is that?” I ask, pulling up my sweatpants.

“Like you want to own me or kill me.”

Her words make me pause for a moment, and when I meet her eyes, she tilts her head.

“Something wrong?”

I shake my head quickly. “No, I’m fine. Always am after we’re done.”

“Well, you know, anytime.” She watches me leave, giving me a lascivious smile as I pause at the door. “Good seeing you, Silas.”

“You too, Sam.”

I head back to my cabin, the night air cooling the sweat on my skin.Like you want to own me or kill me. Sam can’t know the impact those words had on me. The feelings I’ve fought for years. The feelings my maker tried to persuade me weren’t real.

I stand under my shower, washing the blood, cum and Sam’s scent off me. When I close my eyes, letting the hot water cascade over my face, the specter of Juliet returns almost instantly. Her arm around my waist, her cheek resting gently against my back.That was incredible, Silas.Just the thought of her saying my name sends volts of pleasure down my spine, and I’m hard again.

Then it’s her hand stroking my length, her fingers flicking over my cock ring, her hot breath against my neck as I come with her name on my lips.

Fuck.

This girl has me in a chokehold.

This is really fucking bad.

CHAPTER8

SILAS

I makea conscious effort to avoid seeing Juliet for a week or so. The few times I catch her scent, I immediately turn in the opposite direction. We’re busy anyway, rebuilding after the attack, reinstalling security systems and fixing the perimeters. There’s plenty to keep my mind occupied, which is perfect, because the minute it wanders, it wanders straight to the shiny blonde hair and freckled skin that haunts my fucking dreams.

I take Sam up on her offer, and while she’s surprised by my frequent visits, she certainly doesn’t complain. She loves the fucking as much as I do. She has to apply for another new bed, and gets asked why she keeps breaking them. We decide to avoid that from now on. And then put another hole in her wall.

But even Sam can’t keep my mind off everything. As busy as I’ve been, and as satisfied as I am, there still comes that time, in the deep of the night, where all I can think about is Juliet. I imagine threading my fingers through that golden hair, pulling her head back as I fuck her, sinking my fangs into that soft neck while she moans.

Every night I’m a mess. Why, fuckingwhydoes this woman have me in this state? I don’t get it. Some nights it makes me angry. I don’t want to feel this way. I try to push it away. I go to the gym every night and take my frustrations out on a boxing bag. But as soon as I’m alone in my bed, nothing but the soft darkness around me, she’s there. And I surrender to it, every single time.

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