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She managed to open her eyes again, her brain buzzing in pre-orgasm and not quite able to understand what she was seeing. Pretty, handsome, blue-eyed Simeon... Suddenly, the eyes were dark red, and the shape of his face had hardened. His fangs were down.

She felt a familiar stab of adrenaline.

A growl, a purr, and a flash of fangs as he gripped her thigh in one hand and increased the tempo of the fingers inside of her. “This is where you come for me, Huntress.”

Crash. Boom. Burn. Pretty.

“Yes!”

She was coming. Coming on his hand, on his tongue, and he could feel it, the way the muscles went into a rapid pulsing flutter, the way her clit jerked in his mouth. If she’d been more relaxed, or he’d been better, he would guarantee that the virgin under him would become a bedroom goddess, an uninhibited hellcat who covered his face in juice as he made her squirt and soak the sheets.

One day. Therewouldbe a one day.

At her peak, his fangs flicked over the pulsing, pounding spot where her thigh met her torso, just the slightest pressure on the skin he was gripping, pulling taut until there was a shiny little cleft for him to visit. A sharp kiss, not a bite, and blood welled up. He sucked, fingers still busy inside, stealing a sip from her scrape without biting her.

He felt her little muscles go limp, quiver, and then rebound like a rubber band stretched back to its tautest point.

I’m two-for-two.

He continued to suck but was dimly aware that Emily was talking, pushing against him.

His fingers slid from her, blood on the tips.

His cock jumped.

He’d broken or at least damaged her hymen, but he hadn’t finished the job. Hadn’t taught her about the pleasures of being filled by someone who loves you.

“Hold still.” He heard from an endorphin, ambrosia-induced haze.

The world tipped and he was on his back, and Emily was over him.

She looked down on him for a long minute, hair falling around her face as she stared, shaking, blood on her thigh.

She’s going to stake me.

Emily clambered over him and then resettled.

“What? Emily?”

“Shhh.”

Another long stare down, and then her hot mouth sank down over his painfully hard cock.

Hades must be nicer than I thought. I died and went to heaven instead of Tartarus.

Chapter Fifteen

Emily had heard enough spicy scenes (heard in Simeon’s voice, no less) and read enough books with naughty parts to know that men wanted their cocks sucked. It had seemed sort of odd and maybe a little gross when she first heard of it, but then Simeon had just made her eyes roll back in her head when he licked her. So she would lick him and prove that she had skills, too.

Even if she didn’t, and even if Simeon knew that.

“Oh, my God. Emily...” Simeon’s voice faded in shock as she put her mouth on his long, smooth cock and felt it hit the back of her throat.

She gagged a little, and he was quick to sit up, abs rippling, lifting her hair as he pulled her away. “Sweetheart. Just little touches from you are enough. Slowly is enough.”

“How do women fit all of it in?” she asked, deciding she could be embarrassed later. He was about three-quarters the length of her favorite stake, maybe seven inches. Simeon’s erection was pearly white, the color of his cock a little darker than the rest of his skin.

It was his turn to look bashful. “I dunno. Some do, some don’t. You don’t have to take on the whole thing at once.”

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