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play it well.”
“He’s dropping his speed, though still at least a half mile out,” Adam said, his voice etched with a savageness Maestru had only heard in Sixten Kovac.
Dakota pressed her fingers to her lips. “Why can’t I see it?”
“If you can see him, he wouldn’t be good at his job, now would he?” Maestru pulled onto a side street, taking three right turns, until he hit the local high school’s deserted parking lot. He heard Dakota’s soft gasp, but she wasn’t looking out the window. “What?”
Spreading her fingers, she showed him. “Blood, I didn’t wash my hands.”
They were royally screwed. “Adam,” Maestru demanded, hating what he was about to do, “you were raised on Donor blood. Can you manage not to…?”
Adam was already at it, licking her hand thoroughly though not biting her. In that moment, Maestru wanted nothing more than to trade places with the shifter. Nevertheless, he couldn’t convince a Lovec to hunt elsewhere with Donor blood on his breath. He watched Adam’s tongue snake around Dakota’s fingers, the male’s erection growing with every swipe. Adam wasn’t the only one. If Maestru got any bigger, he’d have to undo his fly and freak out Dakota with what was going on down south.
Dakota flinched when Adam’s fang gently scraped the soft flesh between her fingers. Still, no matter what was coming for her, she was slipping into sexual arousal because Maestru was slipping into sexual arousal. He may not have fed from her yet, but they had such a bond going on that one could sense the other, feel the other’s emotions and needs. The difference was, with his age and abilities; he could fuck and fight in the same breath. With her human weaknesses and youth, she could think of nothing else when heavily aroused, which wasn’t a problem since her mind frame was right where it needed to be, in this moment. The hunter was making another pass, checking the perimeter before risking a landing.
“We’re going to heat things up, Love, and throw the Lovec off your trail. If Adam and I amp up our immortal hormones, we might mask your scent enough to send him on his way.” A notion Sixten had discussed with him though Maestru hated to risk Dakota’s safety with theories. “Just trust me.”
“I’m so, uh,” she groaned as Adam ran his tongue beneath her fingernail. “Will this work?”
“It can’t hurt.” Maestru’s eyes dropped to her slightly parted lips. “But this will better our odds.” With his mouth lowering to capture hers in their first real kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest. “That’s it. Follow my lead,” he murmured, nipping at the corner of her mouth, nudging Adam to get with the program. As he continued, chewing on her bottom lip, she moaned, her entire body ripening instinctively against him, molding around him as if she were made for him. If only they were home, where he could enjoy how her hands were sliding down his chest and resting on his stomach, the scent of her female aroma hitting his palate the way no other female had in centuries.
Oh, how he wanted to feed from her.
Tentatively, Adam rested his hand on her thigh, his thumb circling the inner curve, going a fraction higher with every swipe. With his other hand, Adam pushed Dakota’s hair off her shoulder and licked the side of her neck in an animalistic fashion, his hand on her thigh inching higher, teasing her senseless. Dakota’s arousal blossomed, though Maestru sensed her slight unease at having two immortal males dwarfing her in such a confined area.
Not wanting her thoughts straying to her attack, at a time where she was helpless, Maestru moved one hand to her other thigh, spreading her legs without touching her core. Moonlight highlighted the sweet lips of her pink pussy, its glistening flesh begging for attention. “Feel the air touch you, where you are exposed. Imagine my tongue there instead, lapping.” Her back arched, her nipples pebbling underneath the
“He’s dropping his speed, though still at least a half mile out,” Adam said, his voice etched with a savageness Maestru had only heard in Sixten Kovac.
Dakota pressed her fingers to her lips. “Why can’t I see it?”
“If you can see him, he wouldn’t be good at his job, now would he?” Maestru pulled onto a side street, taking three right turns, until he hit the local high school’s deserted parking lot. He heard Dakota’s soft gasp, but she wasn’t looking out the window. “What?”
Spreading her fingers, she showed him. “Blood, I didn’t wash my hands.”
They were royally screwed. “Adam,” Maestru demanded, hating what he was about to do, “you were raised on Donor blood. Can you manage not to…?”
Adam was already at it, licking her hand thoroughly though not biting her. In that moment, Maestru wanted nothing more than to trade places with the shifter. Nevertheless, he couldn’t convince a Lovec to hunt elsewhere with Donor blood on his breath. He watched Adam’s tongue snake around Dakota’s fingers, the male’s erection growing with every swipe. Adam wasn’t the only one. If Maestru got any bigger, he’d have to undo his fly and freak out Dakota with what was going on down south.
Dakota flinched when Adam’s fang gently scraped the soft flesh between her fingers. Still, no matter what was coming for her, she was slipping into sexual arousal because Maestru was slipping into sexual arousal. He may not have fed from her yet, but they had such a bond going on that one could sense the other, feel the other’s emotions and needs. The difference was, with his age and abilities; he could fuck and fight in the same breath. With her human weaknesses and youth, she could think of nothing else when heavily aroused, which wasn’t a problem since her mind frame was right where it needed to be, in this moment. The hunter was making another pass, checking the perimeter before risking a landing.
“We’re going to heat things up, Love, and throw the Lovec off your trail. If Adam and I amp up our immortal hormones, we might mask your scent enough to send him on his way.” A notion Sixten had discussed with him though Maestru hated to risk Dakota’s safety with theories. “Just trust me.”
“I’m so, uh,” she groaned as Adam ran his tongue beneath her fingernail. “Will this work?”
“It can’t hurt.” Maestru’s eyes dropped to her slightly parted lips. “But this will better our odds.” With his mouth lowering to capture hers in their first real kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest. “That’s it. Follow my lead,” he murmured, nipping at the corner of her mouth, nudging Adam to get with the program. As he continued, chewing on her bottom lip, she moaned, her entire body ripening instinctively against him, molding around him as if she were made for him. If only they were home, where he could enjoy how her hands were sliding down his chest and resting on his stomach, the scent of her female aroma hitting his palate the way no other female had in centuries.
Oh, how he wanted to feed from her.
Tentatively, Adam rested his hand on her thigh, his thumb circling the inner curve, going a fraction higher with every swipe. With his other hand, Adam pushed Dakota’s hair off her shoulder and licked the side of her neck in an animalistic fashion, his hand on her thigh inching higher, teasing her senseless. Dakota’s arousal blossomed, though Maestru sensed her slight unease at having two immortal males dwarfing her in such a confined area.
Not wanting her thoughts straying to her attack, at a time where she was helpless, Maestru moved one hand to her other thigh, spreading her legs without touching her core. Moonlight highlighted the sweet lips of her pink pussy, its glistening flesh begging for attention. “Feel the air touch you, where you are exposed. Imagine my tongue there instead, lapping.” Her back arched, her nipples pebbling underneath the
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