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  A groan escaped from between her lips.

  He knew what she wanted. Ana was hungry.

  What would it feel like? If he let her feed from him?

  His hands crept around her shoulders and he pulled her to him, so close that he could see the tinge of red mirrored within the depths of her eyes. She licked her lips, and the thin veins that ran beneath her skin sharpened, like tiny spider legs.

  “Do it,” he whispered.

  Ana hesitated, shaking her head, her eyes never leaving the pulse that beat at his neck. She began to pant; her veins were more pronounced. “Don’t look at me.” Ana turned away. “I don’t want you to see me like this.” Her words ended on a sob, and a chunk of his heart broke away.

  How could he make her understand? He wanted to see her in every way imaginable. Down to the dirty. The real Ana. Nothing less would do.

  Declan was on fire with the need to connect to the woman on a level he’d never dreamed possible. Fuck the consequence. There would never be another time and place for this.

  His right hand slid into the silky hair at her nape and he pulled her closer still, and though she resisted, he eventually forced her to look at him once more. She was magnificent, fangs and all.

  “I want you, Ana.” He shuddered as she moved against him.

  A groan escaped from her once more and then she bent toward him. “I’m so hungry for you. I’ve never been this hungry.” Her eyes were luminous as she looked down at him. “For anyone.”

  The warmth of her breath caressed his neck and he tensed as she hovered above him. A strangled noise erupted from her chest as she flicked her tongue along his flesh, but it was nothing compared to the cry of need that rifled through his mind.

  The world fell away until there was nothing but Ana.

  “Do it,” he whispered once more, his tone urgent, his voice harsh. Commanding.

  “I don’t . . .” she began, “I can’t . . .”

  “You will.” He stared up into her eyes. They were now completely black. “I’ve waited years for this.” His hand circled the roundness of her ass and he pulled her into his erection. “You will not deny me.”

  Ana stared down at him for several moments, her chest heaving, fangs fully extended. Something flickered in her eyes and she hissed, her breath escaping in a rush. She clasped his shoulders and sank her fangs deep into his neck.

  Chapter 14

  The rush of his blood across her tongue, the taste of his sweetness, and the feel of him beneath her were nearly too much for Ana. Bloodlust hit her hard, and it took everything inside her to pull back.

  She couldn’t do this. She wasn’t strong enough. In her lifespan of nearly three hundred years she’d fed from all kinds of humans. Men, women, and yes, even children. None of them had taken her to the edge, to that point where she was in danger of losing herself—her mind, her soul.

  Until Declan.

  She’d known it would be like this. His essence was beyond what she’d even thought possible and she’d taken just a nibble. He would be the drug she’d forever be slave to.

  Ana licked her lips, savoring his taste as she pulled away and stared down at him. She was straddling his body, his hardness firm between her legs.

  His dark eyes gazed up at her. “That’s not enough,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want more.” He moved and she felt dampness between the folds of her sex as he did so. “I want to connect with you in the way of your people.”

  She ground her center against him, the action a reflex, and hissed as her clitoris swelled with need. A whimper fell from her lips and for a moment she had no clue what to do.

  The urge to feed was a relentless ache but the desire that now coursed through her was equally as strong. Ana felt as if she were coming apart and the only person who could put her back together was Declan.

  No man she’d ever been with had reduced her to such a puddle of need. And she’d had only a taste.

  Declan’s hands dug into her ass and he shifted until he sat against the headboard, with her body snug between his legs. His dark eyes never left hers. His right hand slipped behind her neck, while the other was firm against her backside.

  Slowly he pulled her forward until her mouth was but inches from his flesh. “Take from me,” he whispered.

  Ana’s eyes were riveted to the frantic beat of his pulse, and the drops of blood that lay against his neck. Her fangs ached, her gut twisted.

  “Declan, you don’t know what you ask.” Her voice was just above a whisper. Thoughts of the past hit her briefly and she winced. Jean-Charles, his dead lover, Diego . . . all of it became a mishmash of memories and yet they faded fast, overpowered by the sound of Declan’s heartbeat.

  “I want you,” he said simply, and she felt something inside her break as she stared into his eyes. “I always have, and right now”—his hands roved the curve of her back before settling along her hip—“it’s our time.” His eyes darkened. “We might never have it again.”

  Desire was a traitorous bitch and the heat of it ran along her skin until she was trembling. She hissed and forced her fangs to retract.

  Nothing would ever satisfy the hunger inside except to claim the man beneath her. To drink his blood and tap into his soul. To imprint her essence upon his own.

  She stared at him in silence, his words echoing into her brain. The energy around him was dark and a shiver rolled over her. Something wicked was heading his way. She could feel it.

  Ana let out a long, shuddering breath and reached for her T-shirt. Slowly she peeled it back until her breasts were laid bare to him. His gaze didn’t leave her face as his cock swelled beneath her, and she smiled as a groan escaped his lips.

  She tossed the shirt onto the floor. She would not bond with him. She would never claim him as her own. The hunger she felt would never abate and she knew after this morning that it would only increase.

  And yet, for him, Ana would do this. She would give him what he wanted, but she’d do it on her own terms.

  Slowly she rose and stood above him on the bed. He was breathing heavily, his face a mask of heated want. With deft fingers Ana undid her jeans and tugged them off, throwing them onto the floor with her shirt.

  She didn’t wear underwear and smiled to herself as he hissed sharply. His eyes were now glued to the aching folds between her legs. Slowly she widened her stance, allowing him a peek at her most private area.

  She was wet, throbbing, and her hand inched downward. His breath hitched at the back of his throat as her fingers flicked along the outer edges of her lips.

  “You’re fucking killing me.” He shifted his weight on the bed. “Christ, but you’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he said hoarsely, “and trust me, I’ve imagined you plenty times.”

  Ana took a step forward and sank down. She straddled him and pushed herself onto the straining bulge in his jeans. The friction against her wetness was electrifying and she growled as his hands once more claimed the soft roundness of her breasts.

  His mouth soon followed and his tongue licked her nipple, long, torturous strokes, and then he opened fully, taking the engorged peak into his mouth. His free hand traveled lower and joined hers and she hissed with anticipation. Without pause he sank two long fingers deep into her body, his thumb massaging her clitoris as his mouth continued to pull hard at her breasts.

  Ana knew Declan’s touch would be magical, but they’d barely started and she was already coming undone.

  She looked down from eyes half closed and the sight of her milky flesh against his hard, clothed body was more erotic than anything she’d ever seen. His dark head suckling at her breast was something she’d take to the grave.

  He tore his mouth away.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

  “Stop?” Declan laughed, and her belly turned over at the sound. It was full of naughty and dark promises. He stared directly into her eyes and shifted his body so that there was room between them. She gasped as his fingers continued to massage deep with
in her. The gasp soon turned into a loud groan as a series of vibrations erupted along the walls of her channel. They burned hot and then cold, traveling all the way to her womb and back again like an electrical conduit from his fingers.

  “Jesus, Declan, what was that?” She barely got her words out before the sensation started once more and she bit her lip as he held her gaze.

  “Hold on.” His voice was rough and he was breathing heavily as the pulses started once more. “I’m not done.” Her womb contracted and she stifled a scream as their intensity increased. What the hell was he doing to her?

  His fingers spread their magical sensations once more but this time the vibrations and pulses burned hotter as they traveled back. She was slick and tight and when the pulse burst through and erupted along her clitoris she fell forward.

  She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her, hot, heavy, and fast.

  He kissed the side of her neck. “I have many secrets to share with you, sweets.”

  His hands were on each side of her face now and slowly her eyes focused. His irises were black, his breaths ragged.

  “I want to see you,” she breathed against his lips, and she thought she heard him sigh as she opened beneath him. His mouth was hot and she plundered it mercilessly. Her tongue danced along his warmth, and the taste of him was like no other.

  Her hands fell to his shirt and she tugged at the fabric frantically. “I want to see you,” she said again, this time with a firmness that brought his head up. She felt the beast, her true nature, shifting beneath her skin and averted her gaze. Her fangs were itching to break skin but she concentrated and pushed them back.

  She fell backward and rested on him. They stared at each other in silence and in that moment something changed. Ana didn’t know if she could put her finger on what it was exactly but she felt a connection that she’d never felt before.

  Like she’d finally come home.

  Carefully he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving bare the marred flesh beneath his left pectoral. The skin was a macabre design of precise scars. She swallowed thickly and looked into his eyes.

  Ana knew they were from his time in Hell—he’d had half his soul taken from him. She moved forward and gently kissed each and every scar, her lips trailing along the rough edges. An ache formed in her heart for all that he’d been through. She wanted to make him forget even if it was for only this one moment.

  Declan was breathing erratically and her hands fell to the waistband of his jeans. Carefully she undid the snap and he moved so that she could tug his pants down. She threw them to the floor and then allowed herself to gaze upon the most beautiful man in the world.

  Shadows fell across his face, bands of darkness that left his mouth and chin open to her eyes. Rough stubble darkened his skin and she knew his beard was heavy. This was no boy before her, but a male in his prime. Declan’s shoulders were wide, his frame powerful, and yet he was built like an athlete, long-limbed, toned, and hard.

  Her eyes moved lower, past impressive abs, and she followed the dark line of hair that pointed toward his straining cock. Her mouth went dry at the sight and she licked her lips as a groan escaped from him.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, and then his hands were on her shoulders as he pulled her against him roughly. Declan kissed her, long and hard, his tongue tasting every inch of her mouth. His hands were all over her body, running up her back until he buried them deep within her hair.

  She could stay like this forever with only his body and warmth to blanket her skin.

  His hardness was flush against her belly and her hand closed around the tip of his cock as he continued to kiss her. His passion bordered on fever and she knew if she let him, he’d eat her soul, claim her heart.

  As she massaged the soft underside of his cock, he groaned into her mouth.

  “Slow down, babe,” Declan said hoarsely. “I need for this to last longer than two minutes.”

  Her clitoris began to throb and pulse once more. She gyrated against him, small whimpers falling from her throat. A fire burned inside her, hot and demanding, but it was the other, the darker sensation that scared her. It was the need to claim to him, to drink from him and make him hers.

  Could she stop in time? Pain lanced across her gut and she shook her head. Ana broke the kiss and stared into his eyes, uncertain. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered.

  Declan groaned. “Honey, the kinda hurt you’re doling out is exactly what I want.” His hands slid to her ass and he pressed his cock against her wetness. “What I’ve been dreaming about for years.”

  “You don’t understand.” Her words ended with a strangled sound as his mouth closed once more around her nipple. He suckled, taking long, hard pulls from her, and each time he did, she felt a reaction deep within her womb. Ana’s breaths were coming fast and hard. “I feel like I’m coming apart,” she said hoarsely, “as if I have no control. It scares me.”

  His fingers dug into her flesh. Declan shifted his body, and his eyes were piercing as he smiled at her. “Don’t worry.” He lifted her as if she were no more than a doll. “I have no problem taking control.” And then he thrust upward, pulling her down onto his hardness at the same time.

  An animalistic sound fell from her lips. The feel of him inside her was unlike anything she’d imagined. Declan filled her completely, his long, powerful stroke bating the fire inside immediately. She looked at him in surprise. Sweat lined the ridges of his mouth and Ana bent forward, licking at him, grinding against him as she did so.

  The fiery need that rippled inside was instant and her fangs broke skin as desire swept over her. All thoughts of consequence fled as her true nature rose to the surface.

  She wanted him. In every way possible.

  “Holy Christ but you feel sweet,” Declan whispered into her ear.

  Her hands dug into his shoulders and she moved, letting his cock slide along her channel in slow, torturous strokes. He was large and each pass touched nerve endings with a friction that had her insides quaking. She groaned loudly as he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, each time going deeper until she didn’t think she could take it anymore.

  They moved together for several long minutes. The only sound to break the silence was the soft moans she couldn’t hold back as he held her firm and moved her up and down. She tried to go faster but he wouldn’t let her. The need inside her was such that she began to whimper.

  “Not yet, babe. I want this to last as long as we can make it.” His voice was terse, his breathing heavy. “I need this.”

  Her nails had dug into his shoulders so hard that they’d drawn blood. The scent rose into the air and Ana hissed, closed her eyes. The smell of him, feel of him—the taste of him was too much. There was no way in hell she’d be able to hold back.

  Panic set in and she tried to move away but Declan was strong. He growled loudly, slipped from inside her, and flipped her so that she was now beneath him.

  He positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her once more. Ana screamed at the force of it and her legs wrapped around his hips. She closed her eyes as he thrust faster, harder, and the sounds of his flesh slapping against hers excited her like nothing before.

  The smell of his blood mingled with the scent of sex permeated everything around her. Ana’s fangs broke free and she was too weak to do anything but allow them freedom.

  She looked up at Declan, and the raw passion in his eyes undid her. She clenched tight against him, her legs locking behind his hips as an orgasm shuddered through her.

  Ana writhed beneath him as a guttural cry fell from his lips, and she clutched at his shoulders, pulling him down to her. Declan’s right hand held her ass tight to him as his orgasm erupted and she opened her mouth, welcoming the intensity of her own release as it washed through her.

  Her fangs ached and she was inches from his neck. Her thoughts were scattered but one thing stood out with clarity. The need to complete the act. To take his blood and ma
ke him hers.

  “Do it.” Declan’s cry was hoarse and she scraped her teeth along his flesh, inhaling the scent of him as her body continued to rock with the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had.

  Yet it wasn’t enough. Her belly clenched almost immediately and a hunger like nothing she’d ever experienced before hit hard. The urge to feed from Declan was painful. It erased the pleasure that thrummed through her body in less time than it had taken to fall into bed.

  Dark thoughts crowded her mind and she shook her head, crying out as she tried to push him away. She could not feed from him. Ana knew she’d never be able to stop with just a taste.

  His other hand was at her head, urging her forward. “Do it,” he commanded.

  Ana stared at the flesh before her. His heartbeat pounded inside her head, a melody so beautiful it hurt. Her mouth watered, her fangs ached, but she whispered, “No.”

  Declan moved so that he could look at her and shame scorched her cheeks as his eyes lingered on her fangs. She knew her face was in the throes of bloodlust and she wanted to look away, but couldn’t. Declan needed to see what she really was.

  What he should be afraid of.

  His breaths fell in short, fast bursts and slowly the passion fled, leaving a blank, cold look upon his face. He was still inside her and yet the space between them seemed infinite.

  Declan withdrew and turned from her, his shoulders hunched forward. She ached for him and when he stood, hands clenched at his side, her hand reached for him but then she let it fall. He scooped up his pants from the floor and she hugged herself, suddenly cold.

  He turned his head and she gazed upon his profile. The light filtering in from outside bathed him in an eerie glow. Her heart ached because she knew he was confused, that he would take her refusal to feed from him as rejection. And why would he think otherwise?

  The only way to guarantee his safety was to steer clear. She’d already crossed the line today, hell, she’d fucking leapt over it, and now she’d have to deal with the consequence.