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wondered if her blood would gush into Evan’s mouth when he bit her.
    But instead of the tumult of sensation she’d been braced for, the slice of his fangs made everything inside her go still, as if a cool draft of water were quenching a soul-deep thirst she hadn’t known existed.
    And when he began to pull the blood from her vein she felt it everywhere.
    She let out a sound she’d never made in her life—a low, keening cry. After a minute Evan stopped drinking and licked the marks he had made, and she could feel the wound closing as a pulse of pleasure made her fingers and toes tingle.
    Evan braced his weight on his forearms and looked down at her. “You’ve done it now,” he said softly. “You’ve tied yourself to me for life.”
    “It’s about time,” she said, wrapping her arms and legs around him. “But I’m not finished with you yet, Evan Grant. There’s something else I want.”
    “What could that possibly be?” he murmured.
    “I want to be on top.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Do you, now?”
    She grinned at him. “I liked having you tied down and at my mercy.”
    He framed her face in his hands and stroked his thumbs across her cheekbones. “I’ve been at your mercy from the moment you walked through my door. Do you want to chain me up again?”
    She knew he was teasing her, but she shook her head. “I just want you to lie back and let me have my way with you.”
    “I think I can manage that,” he said huskily.
    * * *
    Hours later, Celia was lying in the circle of Evan’s arms with her cheek pressed against his chest. He was playing with her hair, twining strands around his fingers.
    “I feel like I can’t ever get enough of you,” she said softly. “I feel like…like I want to crawl inside your skin.”
    She felt his chuckle vibrate through her. “That’s because we just claimed each other, love. I think that feeling will ease up after a while.”
    “I’m not so sure about that. Have you seen Jack and Liz together?”
    “Yeah, but we won’t be like that.”
    “Famous last words,” she said, smiling against his skin. “I think we’ll be exactly like that. I think we’ll—”
    She was interrupted by the crash and tinkle of broken glass.
    She sat up with a gasp, but Evan was a lot quicker. He was standing beside the bed, growling at the intruder and ready to spring, before she saw who had come in through the window and was standing facing them.
    Hawk Blakestone. The assassin who’d been hired to kill her.
    His hands were up, palm out. “Steady on. The hit on your girl’s been called off. Of course you probably already figured that out, since she’s no longer a threat to anyone. I’m just here to talk.”
    “How the fuck did you get in here?”
    Celia was wondering the same thing herself. The magical wards and protections around this club were pretty formidable.
    She pulled on her pajamas and grabbed Evan’s sweatpants from the floor. She handed them to him as Hawk reached inside his pocket, slowly, and held out something for the two of them to look at.
    It appeared to be nothing more than a small chunk of obsidian, but she could feel the power emanating from it. “That must have cost a fortune,” she said, knowing the price of a charm like that on the black market. There were very few witches or spell casters with enough power to make that kind of object—and even fewer who would sell one to a vampire.
    “You can have it,” he said. “The magic will wear off by sunrise.”
    Evan pulled his sweatpants on, never taking his eyes off Hawk. “Somehow I doubt you paid that much for a charm just to get you in here.”
    “True. I was somewhere else before I came here. That’s what I need to talk to you about.” His eyes went to Celia. “Both of you, if that’s all right.”
    “You could have called, mate. You didn’t need to break the fucking window.”
    “I wasn’t sure you’d see me unless I…dropped in. And I wanted to give the redhead a chance to vet