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self, but Sarah didn t have to. He d made it clear there was nothing
between them, so who was he to tell her where she could and couldn t
go? If she wanted to drop in at every blood house in the city and dance
the night away, it was her business not his. Hell, maybe she d tell him
so. That would be a shock to him, wouldn t it? A human weakling
telling him where he could shove his macho bullshit? He should go
back to Manhattan and all those beautiful women. They probably fell
all over him, lining up to open their veins and their legs, too.
By the time she d finished a quick shower and found an unopened
toothbrush to use and what was that about? Did he bring strange
women here all the time that he had to keep a spare toothbrush on
hand? she was ready for the confrontation she knew was coming.
He probably expected her to be all apologetic and ashamed. Well, guess
again, fang boy.
She found her jeans still hanging on the back of the door from last
night. They were somewhat damp having hung there through two
showers, but with a few tugs and some chafed skin she finally managed
to get them on and zipped. She was still commando beneath them, of
course, but it was better than having nothing on at all. She took one
look at the too tight, red satin bustier she d worn, thought about
squeezing into it again, and pulled Raj s sweatshirt over her head instead.
It was loose enough that she could go braless for the short trip back to
her house. There d be no one to see her but Raj, and he wasn t interested
anyway.
She took a deep breath, letting the air slide in and out of her lungs
to relieve the stress, and then opened the bathroom door.
* * * *
Raj was standing on the other side of the room, near the closet,
when the bathroom door opened and Sarah stomped out. She
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immediately began searching for something, ignoring him completely.
That surprised him. That and her attitude. He d expected
embarrassment, even shame. He d thought she might slip into the
bedroom quietly, so overcome with guilt that she wouldn t even look at
him. He could have dealt with that, had even been prepared to make it
easy on her and pretend they could forget the whole humiliating evening.
But there she was, marching around, yanking the bedclothes aside,
muttering under her breath and bending over in those goddamn tight
jeans in a way that was very dangerous. To both of them. He was
already hanging by a thread where she was concerned.
She located her shoes, standing first on one foot then the other to
slip them on her feet. She was instantly several inches taller, and her
legs looked a mile longer. He nearly groaned.
She finally looked at him. I d like to leave now.
I ll take you to the warehouse. Em can arrange He stopped
and stared at her. She was doing something with her hand, holding it
toward him and opening and closing her fingers and thumb like a puppet
talking or something. What the fuck is that? he demanded.
That, oh great vampire, is blah, blah, blah. I need to know where
my car is, with my things in it, and then I m going home. If you don t
want to drive me there, you can just open that stupid door and let me
out of this dungeon. I ll get a taxi. It may surprise you to learn that I ve
managed on my own for several years with
She stopped mid-word, finally shocked into silence by his abrupt
presence only inches away from her, her human senses having failed
to see him move.
Tread lightly, little one, he warned. You don t want to push me.
Not tonight.
Her eyes darkened with anger, narrowing as she met his gaze
evenly despite her surprise. Really? And why is that, Raj? I m tired of
you thinking you have the right to control me. You re not my boyfriend
and you re sure as hell not my keeper, so from where I stand, you ve
got no claim on me whatsoever. Like the song says, you don t want me
for yourself so let me find somebody else. It s shit or get off the pot
time, Raj. It s now or never. Time to
She gave a startled shriek as Raj swung an arm around her waist
and lifted her off her feet. He threaded the fingers of one hand through
her hair and pulled it aside, freeing the long line of her neck. Then I
choose now, he growled.
Sarah cried out as Raj sank his fangs into the velvet skin of her
neck and punctured the fragile wall of her plump jugular. Her cries
turned to moans of pleasure and the blood began to flow, warm and
sweet, just as he d known it would be. She wound her arms around
him, cradling his head, holding his mouth against her vein. The first
orgasm shuddered through her body and she whispered his name over
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and over, until she was limp in his arms.
He lifted his head away from her neck and licked the wound closed,
savoring the bouquet of her blood, the taste of her skin. She nuzzled
against him with a contented sigh and he lifted her higher, cupping her
ass in both hands and walking toward the bed.
Don t get too comfortable, sweetheart, he murmured. I m
nowhere near done with you yet. He lay her down on the bed and
stripped away the sweatshirt he d given her, relishing the sight of every
inch of skin as it was revealed to him. He groaned at the sight of her
breasts, full and heavy, with nipples and areolas so light a pink that he
could barely tell where they ended and her pale skin began. Unable to
resist, he lowered his head to taste them, sampling each hard, round
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