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bitten, to lie naked and writhing under him as he thrust into me and sucked at me and pierced me with his fangs.
    “More,” I panted, trying to lever my breast into his mouth, trying frantically to push my flesh into his sleek canines, knowing intuitively that his bite would transport me into ecstasy.
    “Yes,” he rasped, teasing his fangs along the globe. As flashes of pleasure sparked in my breast, he pressed his thumb into my clitoris, and he began to ride me even harder with his hand. Driving his finger deeper, he tugged my clit over and over until I was ready to explode.
    “ More. ” I demanded it, grabbing his head and trying to thrust his fangs into me.
    Instead, he raised himself with a snarl on one elbow over me, still riding my sex forcefully with his hand. I whimpered and pled wordlessly. In the near dark his eyes were red-gold ingots, and his fangs were more felt by the ancient awareness rippling over my skin than actually seen.
    Shivers wracked me, crisscrossing and reinforcing. I was going to come, it was inevitable, and I wanted—no, I needed him to bite me.
    “Luke,” I gasped. “Please.”
    “Alexis.” He groaned my name. “Come for me, darling. Give me your pleasure.”
    “You too. Bite me.”
    He stilled instantly. “What?”
    “Bite me.” I scrubbed my hips against his hand, seeking that pinnacle of ecstasy, craving his fangs to drive me there. Drive me over. “You’re a vampire. Bite me. ”
    “Ah.” His eyes closed, and an earthquake shudder went through him. “I don’t know how you know, but…I want to. So much I’m practically mindless with want. But you don’t know what you’re asking.”
    Passion brightened my vision; I saw the conflict ride him in the hard bricks of his muscles, the tic in his jaw, the white of his nostrils, the clench of his eyelids.
    “You. Penetrate me as I come, fangs or cock. Unless you get naked in the next two seconds, you’d better bite. Bite me now. ”
    His eyes opened, blood red, beautiful and terrible. “Are you sure?” His fangs flashed as he spoke, long and sleek and fearsome in their elegance.
    Was I sure? I trembled, caught between the cusp of climax and terror at the sight. Was I sure, no. But I was determined.
    I arched my throat to him.
    With a deep groan that seemed to come from his very core, he bent to my neck. His breath heated my throat for an instant. “As you wish.”
    His fangs pierced my flesh.
    I arched and came so violently I thought I’d turned inside out. My sex clenched and released, crashing waves that shattered me. Climax blew through my brain and detonated in a chain reaction along all the cells of my body. Pow. Pow. Pow.
    It demolished me. Shook me into my basic parts, into atoms, into dust.
    Slowly I rebuilt, brand-new. As the last bits of orgasm rippled through me, my panties were drenched but my mind was clear and my every ache and pain had lifted.
    I felt eighteen again. Before the incident when Lizelle called me monster.
    Luke rumbled as he licked my throat. “You taste incredible. I’ve never…”
    His lapping slowed. With one final lick, he eased himself off me and stood, broad back to me.
    I waited for the rip of a zipper opening, a wordless finish to what he’d never, but nothing followed but his rasping breaths. Finally I said, “Don’t you want…?”
    “No. I’m not…I can’t…I’m not interested. I usually have multiple partners.”
    The sting of rejection hurt worse because I was vulnerable, because after that orgasm I was open to him like a newborn.
    I’d followed those soaring geyser of feelings, wondering where they’d go. Now, as rejection skewered me so hard I gasped, I had my answer.
    Straight into the shitter.
    I scrambled for protection, pulling on rationality and cynicism with an automatic eye-roll and a mental Guys.
    That helped. Simple commitment scares them like they’re babies.
    Yet Luke didn’t seem like other guys, afraid of a little commitment. Was his thing for ménage