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His Lover’s Fangs
By Kallysten
     
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    First Published September 2010
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    His Lover’s Fangs
     
    The gravel crunched beneath Olivia’s boots,
the sound so familiar she had never paid it any mind—not until that
moment. Damn, but it was loud. The sound rose in the night air, a
clear warning to anyone who was listening that she was approaching
the back of the house. She remembered hours of working in the sun
with Logan to create this path, just days after they’d bought the
house. She remembered how hot it had been and how the sun had
played over his golden skin until she had needed to touch him.
Ludicrous. How much time and energy had she devoted to this stupid
path? As for the sun being enjoyable…
    A curtain of evergreen trees lined the
back of the property, giving privacy not only to the backyard but
also to the master bedroom. She snickered. Curtains hung on either
side of the French windows, but as usual, Logan had forgotten to
draw them. Perfect. She had lectured him about it dozens of times,
warning him that an intruder might take the open window as an
invitation. I’m a big boy. I can defend myself , he always answered, laughing. They would quickly
see how well that worked for him this time.
    As soon as she turned the corner of the
house, she knew the window was open. She could hear water running
inside from the master bath as clearly as if she had been in there.
Silly man. Stepping more lightly than ever, she continued to
advance, keeping to the shadows. A gust of wind swept by her, cool,
carrying the scent of the evergreens. She’d never noticed it
before.
    In three more steps, she reached the window.
She gave up on the pretense of hiding and stood just beyond the
open glass door, looking in. The bedroom was as she had left it—had
it been only five nights? It felt like much longer. An entire
lifetime. It was crazy how much things could change in five short
nights.
    Clothes were strewn across the floor, waiting
to be thrown into the laundry basket. On the wall, the crossbow
seemed as out of place as it ever had, but the sense of comfort and
security it had once given Olivia was gone. She scowled at the
weapon. Had Logan used this one to kill Ann?
    Shaking the thought off, she continued to
observe the room. The bed was unmade, heavy cotton sheets rumpled
and askew.
    A flash of memory coursed through Olivia like
a bolt of lightning, and for a second, just a second, she was back
to five nights earlier, kneeling on those same sheets, Logan’s
hands tightly clutching her hips as she thrust herself down onto
his cock, over and over and—
    Unconsciously, she took a deep breath to
clear her mind. Bad idea. It didn’t help, far from it, and she
could feel her