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smiled, his eyes sparking at her in the darkness of the room as he slid his fingers out of her pussy then brought them to his lips. “And you taste like ambrosia.” Rafe nibbled gently on her ear. “I want a taste too.” His other hand roved over her front, caging her between his palms as he dipped one long finger into her channel, moving it about until she moaned breathlessly. Sliding out, he stroked back up her body and brought his glistening finger to his lips. She could see him sucking the digit that had just been inside her as his eyes closed in enjoyment. He smacked his lips as he drew back.
    “Heaven,” he agreed. “You taste divine, little priestess.” She couldn’t believe what was happening inside her and she fairly screamed with pleasure when Tim brought his hand back down to her pussy and plunged two fingers deep inside. Coupled with Rafe’s tiny penetration behind, it took only two or three long, deep strokes of Tim’s fingers to bring her the most astounding orgasm of her life. She did scream then, as she came apart in their arms as she’d never come before.

Chapter Four
    Just after dark, a time zone away, the vampire Dante idly examined his fingernails as a lone supplicant knelt before his ornate chair. Sighing, he touched the man’s shoulder with one booted foot, jerking him upright with pain as the steel toe dug in with more force than it appeared on the surface. Dante grinned in amused boredom. Such humans as managed to find him never ceased to bring at least some minor distraction from the humdrum sameness of his endless existence.
    “What do you want from me?” Dante didn’t turn the force of his gaze on the human supplicant. Not yet. No, that tool would be used in time, if necessary, to gain further entertainment from the pathetic being now in front of him.
    The human had the gall to stand, taking Dante by surprise. That in itself was an oddity, so he allowed the impertinence. He would see what this creature had to offer in the way of diversion before feasting on his blood and sending him on his way.
    “I’m Patrick Vabian.” The way the human said his name—as if Dante were supposed to recognize it—amused the ancient one.
    “Congratulations. I’m sure you’re very proud of that. Whoever you are.” The pathetic little man actually looked ticked off, showing more spirit than Dante would have credited.
    “I’m Vabian the Sorcerer,” the man clarified, shooting sparks out of his hand to bounce along the far wall over Dante’s shoulder. Unalarmed,
    but intrigued, Dante sat up straighter, eyeing the ballsy mortal with some interest.
    “A magic user.” Dante goaded the human, pleased by his consternation when Dante refused to be impressed. “I haven’t had one of your kind come to call in many years.”
    “Not since Erik the Firewitch.”
    “Not many know of my past association with Erik.” Dante let a sly smile slip over his features, twin points of pearly white fangs showing just for a moment. “We had fun burning things for a while, but eventually his own fire consumed him. Pity.”
    “You two did Chicago and blamed it on some old woman’s cow.” Dante tensed. “Only a few beings know the truth of that time, and most of them are dead. In fact, I killed quite a few of them myself. Makes me wonder how you learned of it.”
    Vabian held his ground, impressing Dante slightly. “I put two and two together. Plus there are traces of your energies even today in old parts of the city. I grew up there. I recognized your power the moment I walked in here tonight.”
    “Very good. So in addition to your little light show, you are a Sensitive?”
    Vabian nodded with stiff hauteur. “One of my many skills.”
    “And this interests me how?”
    “Let’s just say I know you’ve never had a love for the were. I have a way for you to get a little revenge on them for killing Erik and putting a stop to your fun.” The human slitted his eyes in a way he probably thought made him