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want what happened
this afternoon to happen again.”
    “You’re telling the truth,” Lash hissed. “At
least what you believe to be the truth.” He came closer to me. “As
for Devlin’s other guards, don’t worry. I plan on making a harsh
example this evening. They don’t always remember verbal warnings.
They always remember bloodshed, particularly when it’s their blood
staining the floor.”
    His casually evil tone sent a shiver down my
spine. “So you won’t consider my offer?”
    “I’ll take some if we have sex again,” he
agreed. “I won’t take more than I did today, a few swallows or so.
If my pain gets worse, I’ll ask you for some when you visit.
Good?”
    I nodded. “As long as you take some if I ask
you to.”
    “Well, of course,” Lash replied irreverently.
“I’m not anxious to be hammered.”
    I let out a snort of laughter. “Sure—”
Abruptly I remembered the hammer smashing Vince’s teeth, then Kev
grabbing me. I sat down quickly, sickened and upset.
    “Are you okay?” Lash said, laying his hand on
my arm.
    When he touched me, The Lust rose its head
high. Yes…He could have me here on the kitchen table, just like
he had Cin on the pool table at Davy’s…
    Madness engulfed me. The sex hadn’t helped!
The Lust still wanted him. Shaking my head, I reached out, and
gently pushed his hand off me. “No.”
    Lash moved back from me, leaning against the
counter.
    Yes, this was just like in the kitchen at
Theo’s old place. Lash had been great that night. He’d be even
better here…
    I trembled, trying to push my urges away. I
fought my desire to touch him, to have him, to open my mouth and
tell him to take me now. Slowly the feeling passed, leaving me
shaky and weak.
    The Lust had never risen so quickly again
after being sated. Never. Devlin had tried one night, being in one
of his moods. He had been unable to raise it once he had sated it.
Lash had raised it again within minutes, with almost no effort.
What was going on?
    “I smell your desire,” Lash hissed softly.
“If you need me again, just say so.”
    “I do,” I whispered. “And I’m scared to
death.”
    Lash came over to me, grasped my arm, and
pulled me to my feet. His arms went around me. “Why are you
scared?” He began backing me slowly toward the table.
    I wiped at my eyes, even as desire flooded
me. “We just did this—”
    Lash pushed my pants down carefully, then
lifted me to sit on the table’s edge. “That’s okay. A man likes to
be in demand.” He leaned in and kissed my neck, his fangs pricking
me.
    I leaned back from him, then raised a hand to
his face. Carefully I touched the tip of one hooked fang that was
always revealed by his scar. “You’re not a man.”
    Lash smiled wider, both curved fangs
glistening as his forked tongue snaked out to stroke my cheek.
“You’re right, I’m not. But I’m what you need—”
    The Lust engulfed me. Frenzied, I went for
his belt buckle. Lash kissed me feverishly, as I dropped his pants.
He grasped my rear with both hands, then pulled me forward quickly,
impaling me. I let out a moan, and he kissed me again, devouring me
as he began to thrust.
    Lash stroked my tongue with his, then ended
the kiss. Baring his fangs, he sank them into my neck. Heart racing
I clasped him to me, kissing his neck, his face, anything within
reach.
    “Deeper,” I hissed needfully. “Harder.”
    Lash lifted my ass, then moved backwards
while supporting me, easing us down into a chair. He drove in
another few inches, then began to move fast, straining. My orgasm
built quickly. In seconds it burst. As I began to scream, Lash
withdrew his fangs and covered my mouth with his. Where I ended he
began, his muscles clenching beneath me as he came.
    As The Lust faded, I pushed back slightly
from him, panting, not sure what to say.
    He grasped me and gave me a chaste kiss, then
released me. Carefully I stood up.
    As he came free of me, Lash let out a soft
hiss of satisfaction. Then he