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“Bah!Youare skilled in torture, littlePaisley.Isurrender to a worthy adversary.Yes,Iam worn.I’vebeen awake longer thanIhave in centuries, andIused most of my magickal energy to place wards around your home, property, and your conveyance.Beforeyou ask, yes,Ineed to drink again to regain my stores.”

“Okay, that makes perfect sense.Doyou have to feed from a human or a creature like a human?Orwill something like a deer work?”Iask inquisitively.Myinner nerd activated at learning about his species.

“Anon-sentient being would do in a pinch but the best blood, comes from creatures that have achieved self-awareness,” he informs me.

“Hmmm.Well, it’s a small town, so we can’t just go out and get you someone to drink from, nor can we just snag you a bad guy to drain and incinerate like we did last night.Itwould make too many waves.”Pausing,Iwrack my brain trying to come up with an alternative when the answer hits me right between the eyes. “Youshould drink from me.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

PAISLEY

Thelookof horror he shoots my way surprises me.Indignationrises, andIspeak without thought.Mybody tenses with offense. “Whatis that look for?Ismy blood not good enough or something?”Iask with more than a slight bite to my words.

Pressureat my waist makes me look down andI’msurprised to find his tail wrapped around me, holding me to him.Isuppose he thoughtIwas going to get off his lap, and he’s making sureIdon’t go anywhere.

Thesmall display of dominance is…titillating.

Focusingon the matter at handIurge him. “Well…?”

“Itis not that your blood is distasteful to me, it is quite the opposite.I’vemade no doubt thatIdesire you.Iam…concerned that taking your blood would incite my bloodlust andIwouldn’t stop.Iam not starving asIwas yesterday, butIamrather hungry.Itwould destroy what’s left of my soul ifIhurt you,Paisley.”

Understandingfloods through me. “Youwon’t hurt me.Youstopped yourself last night in the cemetery, andI’veno doubtyou would stop before you took too much.Logically, it’s the best choice.Grady’svisit last night tells me that they’re watching my house, so it would be a risk for you to come and go, even with that invisible glamour.Thisis the technological age.Ittakes one slip up because you’re weak or distracted, and then your inhuman self is plastered across the internet for billions of humans to see.

Sinceyou’re here,Gradywill have reported that back toBrad, soIwon’t get that second week’s worth of reprieve.He’sgoing to see your presence here as me flaunting another man in his face as a deterrent.IfIwasn’t safe before,I’mdamn sure not safe now.”

Thelow growl followed by a snarl is his response to my explanation.Frustrationrife in both sounds.

“It’llbe okay,”Isoothe.

Reachingdown,Igrab one of his rough, black scaled hands, pressing down on the tip of one finger asIbring it to my neck.IknowI’vewon when he doesn’t stop me since my intent is clear.Usingthe tip of his razor-sharp claw,Inick the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, forcing myself not to wince at the tiny flair of pain.Isee his pupils blow out the instant the scent of my blood registers to his superior sense of smell.

Alow whine escapes his throat, and he swallows hard.ThehandIused to cut my neck tenderly cups the back of my head, thick fingers tangling in my long garnet-colored tresses while his other grasps my ass more securely.Histail tightens around my waist infinitesimally.

“Gods, help me.Ican deny you nothing.”Arethe words he grinds out before baring a set of massive fangs and sinking themdeep into my fragile skin.Atthe first draw of his mouth,Ifeel heat shoot from where he’s latched at my neck, down to my nipples, then to my clit.

Mybrows furrow.

Wellthat’s unexpected.

Abruptly,Irealize that every time he swallows, my arousal deepens.It’slike he’s pumping an aphrodisiac into me as he drinks.Laithogmoans and drags me closer to him, shoving my crotch against the cradle of his hips.Theheat hits me like a freight train and lust surges within me.I’venever been this turned on in my life.Writhingmindlessly,Igrab both ofLaithog’shorns and pull his head closer to me, desperate to anchor myself to something amidst these overwhelming feelings.

Withoutremoving his mouth, he releases the hold on my hair, andIfeel his hand shove between our bodies and grab the waist of my panties, ripping them off me with a jerk.Desperatefor relief,Ispread my legs, making room for his hand.Weboth moan when his searching fingers find my drenched slit.Withouthesitation, he shoves two thick digits in me, curling them forward and hitting my g-spot unerringly.

Theorgasm is instant, andIscream out my pleasure, throwing my head back in ecstasy while still desperately clinging to horns, holding them to my neck.Witha snarl,Laithogrips his fangs from my flesh.Thehot glide of his tongue runs across the wound, causing it to tingle.Usinghis free hand, he removes my hands from his horns and forces them behind me, holding them hostage in the small of my back.

Meanwhile, his tail slithers up inside my nightgown, the tip emerging at the neckline and the sound of ripping fabric fills the silence.

He.

Just.

Ripped.

My.

Muumuu.

Off.

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