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you.”
    “Then why are your teeth all super pointy?”  Rob went very still, presumably as he found the sharp fangs extended.  “You know the signs, you’re the one who first pointed them out to me.  Why didn’t you tell me?”
    A frown marred his brow as he understood I was right.  “I didn’t recognize it for what it was.  I only knew I felt a need to be close to you.  Is the hunger always tied to feelings of…”
    “Lust?  Not exactly, but you will feel very intimate with whoever you’re feeding from unless you take them by force.”  But that was a whole other can of worms.  “Now that you know what that feels like, you need t o keep me in the loop next time.  The last thing we want is your hunger getting out of control, that’s how accidents happen.  In fact, maybe we should do something to take the edge off before I take you hunting.”
    “How do you mean?”
    “I’ll give you some of my blood and then I’ll take you hunting before we go home.”
    His brows twitched closer together.  “I don’t like you thinking you have to feed me like that.  I can fend for myself.”
    “Of course you can, but until you learn control, I think this might be a good idea.  Trust me, the best time to feed is when you’re not overwhelmed with the thirst.”
    “I’ve never had a problem with control before,” he grumbled.
    “Uh huh, you’ve never been a vampire before either.  Now will you take my stupid blood?”  I held my wrist up to his lips.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “Ah, hello, I’m a vampire, remember?  There is a little something in it for me too, you know.  And it’s not like we haven’t done this before, only you won’t need a knife this time.  Besides, I have blood to spare, I fed twice last night.”  I kept out the part where I’d needed that blood and more to heal the damage caused by Lodinn and giving Rob my very last drop.   
    His gaze fell to the bluish veins at my wrist, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.  “You’re sure.”
    I raised a single brow.  “Do you want me to beg?”
    “Could be fun.”  His lips curved against my wrist, followed by a lave of the tongue that left tingles in its wake.  His fangs pierced my skin without warning, my gasp of surprise giving way to a murmur of delight as he pulled against my flesh, his answering groan of satisfaction singing along my veins. 
    Was this what Bishop had felt that first time I drank from him?  Almost as soon as the thought popped in there I shooed it away.  I did not want to be thinking about Bishop at a time like this!  Though I probably owed Bishop a few words to let him know that I’d chosen to be with Rob over him, I had nothing to feel guilty about this time.  Rob was mine and I was his, at least, in private moments like this. 
    I didn’t even try to stop from touching him, unlike that time in his London apartment when I’d had no business getting so close.  Rob for his part didn’t shy away either, the bulge in his pants grinding at my hip as he drank.  His free hand worked my jeans open to slip inside, the heel of his palm rubbing against me with exquisite pressure.
    He had better control than I gave him credit for, pulling away well before I thought he needed to stop to capture my mouth in a heated kiss.  I tasted my own blood on his tongue, and it only sharpened my desire for more. 
    “Don’t stop yet.  Take what you need.” 
    “As you wish.”  His teeth sank back into me, not at my wrist but at my sensitive throat.  There was no sign of the animalistic savagery he showed when he tore into Laveda, there was only the single puncture and then the rapture of his mouth drawing against my flesh, coaxing paradise from the length of my body. 
    I found my wrists pinned up over my head in an echo of the dream we shared, held there by his free hand while his other teased and stroked.  Wanting to reciprocate, I tugged one arm free, his growl at my neck sending a shudder