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My lids fell shut, and then immediately opened again because I didn’t want to miss a single second of her pleasure.

This was the hottest, most fucked up situation I’d ever gotten myself into. I started seriously weighing the pros and cons of knocking on the window and offering her my hand, my mouth, whatever she needed. I’d make sure she got off multiple times, unlike Dipshit out there.

Heather’s heartbeat picked up speed, echoing like a drum in all my senses. I swore I could hear her breathing too—the soft, desperate pants as her pleasure ratcheted up.

“Fuck...” I gripped the windowsill hard enough to give myself splinters. My fangs throbbed with my own heartbeat even though I’d had her blood less than an hour ago. It was like my instincts knew I hadn’t cared for her properly.

She had yet to orgasm during our feedings. I would know if she had. Now, I knew just one little bite would get her there. Not that I’d stop at just one.

I unzipped my pants and gripped my hard length before I fully comprehended the action. Her scent was in my nose, her pulse feeling like a soft vibration inside my skin. I was being fucking crazy, stroking myself outside a human woman’s window. If anyone came up on me, they’d be traumatized and I’d likely get thrown in a human jail, but I didn’t care.

All I cared about was the woman on the other side of this wall. She was mine and I couldn’t have her.

“Heather…” I fell to my knees, dragging a punishing grip from base to head. My other hand remained on the window sill, my gazed fixated on the woman in bed.

She was getting close, and had pushed the blankets further down as her body heated up. Her hips lifted off the bed, hand strumming inside her panties with fast, desperate strokes. Those perfect lips were parted, just begging for my mouth to taste all her little gasps and moans.

Then her lips moved as I watched, forming a word. I could barely hear over her rapid pulse, my own heartbeat, and the rough stroking of my flesh. But Iknew,from the shape her mouth made, and the way her blood seemed to shoot off in sparks inside me.

If I wasn’t already sure, she said it again as her orgasm crested.

“Laith…”

“Fuck! Heather…”

My release crashed over me and spilled, hitting the exterior wall of her house.

Chapter 12

Heather

“Explain it to me again.”

“I already explained it to you in the message.”

“So it shouldn’t be hard to repeat it, right?” Soren’s expression was all cold arrogance from across the table.

I leaned back and shoved my hands into my lab coat pockets. We were sitting in one of the break rooms at work. He apparently had enough clearance to come and go anywhere on grounds, and even flashed a federal badge when I questioned him. Security was supposed to be tight here, considering we handled crime scene evidence that many people would love to tamper with.

Needless to say, I hated that he could harass meinmy work place, not just outside at the food truck. Since he obviously watched my apartment, I thought work would be my one safe place away from his creepy surveillance. But no such luck for me.

“He considers me his blood mate,” I explained to Soren, my gaze shifting to the large windows looking over one of the labs.

“No one else is listening,” Soren said as if reading my mind. “And no one will disturb us. Keep going. What is a blood mate?”

I let out a resigned sigh. “The way he explained it, there’s something about my blood that makes it an ideal food source forhim. I don’t know if it’s something about proteins or what, but I guess it makes me taste, um, especially good to him.”

“Lucky vampire,” Soren remarked.

“And he can only feed from me to feel properly nourished,” I went on. “Nothing else will do. Any other blood tastes so bad that he needs me over anyone else. So to me, it sounds like blood mates resemble lifelong pairings, like when certain animals mate for life.”

Soren swiveled in his chair. “So there’s a sexual component too?”

I swallowed, my face heating with my obvious discomfort. “Well, yes.”

He let out a strange little laugh. “Damn, that’s sick.”

“I didn’t have sex with him.”