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tilted her head to the side, exposing the pulsing artery at her neck. Markus dove in and struck.
    Her hot, ancient blood burned a path through his veins. An erotic high that never failed to singe his brain. He drank in greedy swallows. So hungry for her again, as if he’d been starved for years.
    A part of him hoped that each time she fed him, he would take enough to satisfy the craving. Permanently. But within days, the need for her would come back, like an itch under his skin that he could never quite scratch. If he ignored the call too long, the need went deeper, until it was an all-consuming pain, ripping his gut in two. The simple fact was—Marguerite owned him.
    Markus reared back from her throat and licked the remaining traces of her blood from his lips. His cock twitched, hard and eager for release. Marguerite lifted her hand and stroked his aching length. A slow, promise-laden grin curled on her mouth. He inched forward along her body, her fingers never losing their grip, until the head of his cock bumped Marguerite’s red lips. She dropped her hand away as she opened her mouth, slid her tongue out, and licked the crown of his shaft.
    “Shit!” he hissed. Markus’s heart pounded like a fucking bass drum in his ears, jacked into overdrive from the combination of her blood and the raging need boiling in his balls. “You want a taste of this, love?” Markus fisted his cock and stroked the flushed and leaking head of his erection across her lower lip. Marguerite pulled her lip in and sucked clean the traces of fluid he’d left behind.
    “Delicious,” she purred. Marguerite reached out and seized his hips, her long nails biting into his flesh. “Give it to me, Markus. Now. I want you fucking my mouth and your cum filling my throat.” Her fangs glistened in the candlelight with her words, and her long black hair, like a raven’s wing, fanned out beneath her head.
    His balls tightened in anticipation, and he placed a brief kiss to her upturned lips. He pulled back but hovered above her mouth. With his tongue, he brushed one of her exposed fangs before adding, “Play nice, Marguerite, and you’ll have me.”
    She smirked beneath his lips. “I’m always nice. You can trust me with your dick, warrior.”
    Every muscle locked. Why did she insist on calling him that? She was the epitome of a sadist, throwing his former title in his face when his cock ached for release. Marguerite wanted to watch him squirm over his past betrayal and then get her thrills while she fucked the anguish temporarily out of his mind.
    “Don’t call me that,” he growled through his clenched jaw.
    She gasped. “Whoops. My bad.” She shrugged. “I don’t know why I can’t seem to remember you don’t like that.” One corner of her mouth turned up in a wicked half grin. “I have to admit, I love the way the title rolls off my tongue when you’re fucking me.” She cocked her head. “You don’t mind. Do you, lover?”
    Before he could form a response, she lifted her head, opened her mouth, and engulfed his cock. He gasped from the sudden electric sensation shooting up his spine and knocking all reason out of his head. She sucked hard, yanking at the tenuous string he held on his pending climax. Fuck. He wasn’t going to last long.
    Dropping his head back between his shoulders, he focused on trying to stall his inevitable loss of control. His hips rocked in and out of her mouth. Shit, yeah. Her tongue, and the sharp edge of her fangs stinging the ridge of his cock, were blowing his mind.
    A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He lifted his head and glanced to his right. Just inside the doorway, Enrique stood stroking the large bulge in his pants. The other vampire’s stare was fixed to where his cock disappeared inside Marguerite’s mouth. Markus stifled a groan in the back of his throat. Not from the pleasure between his legs, but from the confirmation of his suspicions.
    Enrique wanted him.
    And the