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as
he thrust into her, increasing her pleasure and igniting the first
flickers of her orgasm.
    He pounded more forcefully
into her and growled at the sight of her breasts bouncing in time to
his thrusts. His eyes bore into hers as he took her harder and
faster.
    Bryn held on, but she was
losing control. He was going to push her over the edge. She felt
her fangs stab out as her pleasure crested.
    Bryn could feel the heat and
power of his body against hers. Hot, potent, virile. She could hear
his hammering heartbeat and feel his heady blood thundering through
his veins.
    His scent, his heat, his body,
his blood was driving her wild. She clung to him as he took her
furiously, mercilessly.
    Her orgasm was crushing and
explosive. Bryn screamed as Jett pounded into her endlessly. The
mind-blowing pleasure went on and on, her body convulsing as wave
after wave of pleasure wrecked her slender body.
    Jett gave a shout and his eyes
closed as he took his release. Dazedly, Bryn pulled Jett to her.
Instinct made her lower her aching fangs to his neck.
    But Jett pulled away sharply.
    He held himself away from her,
breathing hard as he stared at her parted lips. Swallowing, he
grated, “No. Blood.”
    With those two words, the fog
cleared from Bryn's mind.
    No blood. There would be no
blood bond between them.
    This was just fucking. Not
mating.
    He would fuck her, but he
would not mate her.
    Bryn blinked hard and took a
few shuddering breaths, listening to the hammering of their hearts.
Her feet found the ground shakily and she braced herself against the
wall. That had been...good. Crazy good, but it had just been sex.
No strings, no attachment, no blood. And no blood bond.
    Jett held her for a moment,
then released her forcefully with a muttered curse.
    Jett dressed quickly and
angrily. Trembling, Bryn pulled her pants and boots on. By the time
she retrieved her bra and snapped it on, Jett was already fully
dressed.
    He was staring at her, arms
crossed over his broad chest. His expression was unreadable. He had
closed off his heart to her. He would not allow her to glimpse his
thoughts and his emotions.
    Bryn swallowed her rising hurt
and anger.
    Jett had taken her, sated her
raw, animal lust. But he had given her nothing.
    He had not given her his
blood, nor his heart.
    He would never mate her.
    Bryn stared at her shredded
t-shirt and snatched her jacket off the floor. Jett took a step
towards her as she zipped her jacket up over her black bra but she
ignored him.
    “ Bryn,” he began
hoarsely.
    She whirled round. “What!
What, Jett? What do you want?” She blinked quickly,
furiously. Where did those damn tears come from? Why did they have
to come now?
    He opened his mouth and
snapped it shut when he saw the tears glimmering in her eyes. But
when he tried to pull her into his arms, she shoved him away.
    “ Don't, Jett.”
She held up a hand. “Don't touch me.”
    He looked incredulous and
angry. “Don't touch you? We just fucked.”
    “ Yes, Jett. We fucked.”
She laughed, and it was a wrenching, tortured sound. “It was
just fucking—to you. To me, it was...” Her voice
trailed off as she fought down a sob. Taking a sharp breath, she
threw her shoulders back and said, “You are attracted to me,
but you won't mate me. You just want to fuck me and fuck with me.”
She spat, “Like I'm some whore!”
    “ I never fuck whores,”
Jett smirked. “I fuck women. And you...are a woman, Bryn,”
he said slowly, advancing towards her. “A woman I am deeply,
helplessly, maddeningly attracted to. A woman I want so badly, so
much it hurts. I can only dream, and crave, and hunger...but I can
never have. I can never have you, Bryn.”
    They stood facing each other
in silence for a long while.
    “ You won't have me,”
Bryn said at last in a broken whisper. “You...can't...love...me.”
    Without waiting for his
response, she turned and stumbled away blindly.
    She wrenched at the door,
breaking the lock and snapping the handle