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desire. If one touch could be so electric,
what would joining with him be like? Her lips brushed his coarse fingers and
her tongue darted out to taste the skin. Salty, musky, earthy. Inherently
masculine.
    She drank in his stoic features, his furrowed brow and
narrowed eyes. His pupils dilated. Although his face wore a stony mask, his
sharp intake of breath betrayed his desire.
    “Not your riches, or your soul.” She paused, waited a
heartbeat before telling him the one thing she needed to make him hers forever.
“I need your blood.”
    He stiffened and spat out, “Revenant.”
    Allegra should have been insulted but she wasn’t. She could
smell his desire, taste it on her tongue like the sweetest nectar. He wanted
her—her power and her body. His greed for the dark arts would consume him.
Although he would be her equal, as an older vampire she could control his
thirst for power. She could guide him to become greater than he’d ever imagined
and she’d gain a worthy companion.
    “It is a perfectly good offer, druid. One drink of your
blood for untold power.”
    She saw the war raging in his eyes. Should he damn his soul
and accept her proposition? Vampires were dirty and evil creatures, yet he
craved the power that came with being Revenant more than he cared about his
soul.
    “We have a deal, vampire.” He lurched forward and gripped
her upper arms. His fingertips dug into her skin. “But you will give me the
dark gift now. This minute.”
    She shook off his grasp, embraced her strength and pushed
him back into the ground. His nostrils flared, anger flashed in his eyes. He
rose onto his elbows and shoved her. Allegra didn’t budge. No matter how much
force he used, she was stronger. He gasped, his eyes widened. Fear replaced the
anger.
    She couldn’t have that. She wanted his desire and love, she
wanted him to crave her, need her, not fear her. She wanted his devotion.
    She crawled on her hands and knees, hiked up her skirts and
straddled his waist. She clenched her thighs and felt his cock harden against
her. Raising her arms above her head, she stretched and loosened the knots in
her back. What a glorious night.
    She glanced up at the heavens and smiled. She would be the
Master and he the slave.
    She untucked the pins from her hair, let the glossy mane
tumble down her back. Dropping forward, she slammed her palms into the earth on
either side of the druid’s head.
    “Now, druid, tell me your name.” She nuzzled her face
against his neck, inhaling his scent. Blood surged through his veins.
    “Kyrian O’Byrne.”
    “Kyrian.” She rolled his name around her tongue before
licking her lips. “Kiss me, Kyrian.”
    His lips touched hers, tentatively at first. They were
velvety soft, pillowy against her own. She let him explore the seam of her
lips, discover her taste. Power surged between them, sizzled, crackled in the
darkness. She drank in the sparks. It fed her need for his blood but it was no
substitute for the real thing. She ached to taste the hot saltiness of him on
her tongue.
    He groaned. The sound traveled up through her body, down to
her clitoris. His cock swelled, pulsed against her thigh. Bearing down, she
moved her pelvis against his, mashing her clitoris on his delicious hardness.
    A gasp escaped, she clenched her eyes closed and focused on
the friction between her thighs. She gripped his shoulders and rubbed her body
against his, shamelessly taking her own pleasure from the young druid.
    “More. Want to fuck you.” His guttural words, spoken through
gritted teeth, broke her erotic reverie.
    Opening her eyes, she focused her gaze on the druid.
    Mine .
    Allegra’s predatory instincts flared to life as she rocked
back onto her heels and reached into the folds of his druid cloak. She wrapped
her fingers around his cock and squeezed. He pulsed, hot and hard against her
palm. His eyes rolled back and his eyelids fluttered shut.
    Pumping her hand up and down, she sighed inwardly at his
length. What