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I typed out a text to Sarah to let her know about our plans tonight.

Me:Hey, can you make me a blonde tonight?

I waited a minute before she responded.

Sarah:Oh, boy, what’s going on?

How do I put this without freaking her out?

Me:There’s a new vampire club in Providence. I need to scope them out. We think it might be tied to the murder in East Greenwich.

Sarah:Yikes, okay. I’ll be there at eight.

Well, that was easy. The last time we went to a vampire lair undercover, someone had almost kidnapped Sarah again. I hated putting her life in danger, but she was adamant about helping us because she had a power none of us possessed.

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THE WATER DRIPPINGdown my back caused me to pause and press my hand against the tile. I shut my eyes and let my mind wander. The last year had been something else. The spell I had put on myself had removed my feelings for what I had for Caleb and the love I had for Dorian. It didn’t, however, prevent me fromthinkingabout them. And it did, often. Sometimes both men at the same time.

Fuck, my mind is really in the gutter tonight.

I arched my back, letting my hand fall to my naval, lightly rubbing the bar of soap around my skin to wash it clean. I put the bar down, and my fingers gently pressed against my lower belly.

My mind pictured Dorian in here with me. His hard chest pressed up against my breasts, and his long fingers ran through my wet hair to push it back, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“You’re so fucking selfish,” Dorian whispered into my ear before his fingers gripped my hair to yank it back, forcing me to look into his eyes.

Dorian was always gentle with me in my past life but not in my fantasies. No, he liked it rough, and I let him.

My fingers trailed down between my legs, finding my dripping wet folds. With a moment of hesitation, I let the water wash my hand before I slipped my finger inside of me. My inner walls clenched around it, throbbing in sheer need for a release as I began to move my thumb against my swollen clit. I leaned my back against the tiles; my head tipped back as I closed my eyes.

In my fantasy, it was Dorian’s hand.

He was pinning me against the tiles, thrusting one of his fingers into my heated core while gripping my hip with the other. His calloused fingers moved at a curved angle, reaching that spot inside of me that made me so impossibly soaked, while his thumb provided the much-needed stimulation to my clit.

Dorian knewexactlyhow to touch me.

“I want to feel you come for me,” he murmured against my ear, his icy breath tickling my skin as his pace quickened. His fingers were moving in and out of me in deep, slow strokes, sending a bliss unlike any other through my body.

Fuck.

My entire body was shaking for him, my breathing heavy and bothered as I did my best to stay silent.

My own hand rubbed my aching pussy harder, guiding me closer to the release I was aching for. It moved the way I would have wanted Dorian to touch me. Rough, desperate—with possession.

He pulled his hand back then, his knees hitting the bottom of the shower. His hands clutched my thighs, holding me in place, as his mouth dipped in between my soaked folds. His icy tongue moved with the utmost precision, circling around my clit. “Oh, God!”

A small moan left my lips as my hand flew to my mouth to ensure I remained quiet as the pressure that had been building inside me finally exploded. The feeling flooded my body, my knees buckling under the intensity of the pleasure that had overtaken me.

Moments later, I removed my hands—both from my mouth and the tenderness between my thighs, taking a few heavy breaths as my body relaxed, the hot water hitting my chest.

I shut the water off as I heard the bedroom doorknob click. Reaching around, I grabbed my robe, wrapped it around my body, and tied off a smaller towel around my hair.

“Hey, Sarah! Almost done!” I shouted through the door.

I didn’t need to mess with makeup or do my hair tonight, as Sarah had those covered. After my Awakening, Joel performed a spell on me to mask my scent, as it lured vampires to me constantly. It worked out perfectly to go undercover in the vampire underworld, so we could take out the ones that were killing the innocent or had planned to. It also helped me find the vampires who yearned to be human again so I could change them back.

After a few months, the plan wasn’t working anymore. They knew of my existence, and they knew my face. Every time I’d get close, they’d run like scared little children in the opposite direction. Or they would attack, and I’d have to kill them without getting any useful intel.

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