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“Always.” Even the thought of her made me hard, and being this close, actually breathing in her scent, made me almost crazy.

It was a kind of out of control I’d never experienced—had never wanted to experience, but now it felt natural.

Knowing the heat of Leia’s arousal and the fact that heat was for me—only for me, only had ever been for me—and the pleasure it brought me to drive her to orgasm, coming around my cock or on my fingers was the greatest ecstasy I’d ever known. Soon, she’d come on my tongue, too. I almost moaned at the thought, but instead I traced my tongue over the hollow by her neck.

Her blood… Fucking hell. My cock jerked against her.

It was delicious in ways I’d never imagined. Invincibility inducing. Euphoria inspiring. Addictive.

And she’d given it freely to me.

Mother’s stories hadn’t told of this bliss, and although it had been the first thing I’d wanted since I first discovered Leia, I hadn’t known. The very first taste, I’d nearly lost myself.

It was like Leia’s blood was a custom blend created just for me. It was all I ever wanted to taste ever again. I’d never get enough.

I’d never felt as powerful. Like I could take on anything. Nothing would stand in my way. My mind was working quickly, my thoughts clear, my body responsive.

Almost too responsive. As Leia turned in my arms, my cock lengthened against her, resting against her soft tummy.

She grinned and turned her face to mine. “Good morning again. Do you need a hand with anything?”

I’d intended to drop a quick kiss on her lips, but her tongue flicked out and I groaned at the sweetness of the invasion, memories of figs, and fucking, and her soft sweet body… And cleaning up in the shower after.

It had taken all of my strength to resist the lure of her. She really was the siren I’d described to her, the one luring me to my doom. But I didn’t want to make her sore.

I groaned and drew away. “We can’t.”

She glanced around furtively, and her eyes sparkled as she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “We’re in my bedroom. We can have all the sex we like.”

I groaned again. Fuck, I wanted to. “You tempt me so much,” I murmured, my nose against her neck, my fangs pressing against my gums as I breathed in the combined scents of her skin and her blood.

“I can do more than tempt you.” She slipped her hand between us, and her fingertips grazed the tip of my cock.

In spite of myself, I pressed closer, seeking more of her touch. I sucked gently on her skin, wanting her to wear my mark, needing for my claim on this woman to be undeniable to anyone. She was protected by me now.

“We shouldn’t.” But my protest was weaker. I wanted her hands on me, her lips on me. I wanted her any way she was willing.

“Let me touch you.” She drew away and wrapped her fingers around me, and I pressed up, the move instinctive, driven by my body as I sought friction and her touch. “Like this?”

“Harder,” I gasped as she smeared the precum she found at my tip over the head.

Her strokes were long, and she was responsive to my unspoken demands, quickening when I needed it, pulling back when I wanted to prolong the moment. She slid her hand to cup my balls and I moaned against her skin before seeking her mouth, thrusting my tongue in time with my cock, wanting to own her, to take her and make her mine.

I caught her lip with my fang, just a nip, but a drop of her blood spilled into my mouth, and her flavor bloomed across my tongue, driving me forward, increasing my urgency. I gasped as each of her strokes drew me closer, spreading pleasure through me until I was panting, unable to coordinate the most basic of exhales.

Teasing myself, I hovered my mouth over her jugular again, my arousal growing further still, filling me, threatening to spill.

She pressed her neck to my mouth. “You can… if you want to,” she whispered, and just the thought was enough for my balls to tighten and me to groan my release against her skin.

Her consent was everything.

I pressed a soft kiss over the place I wanted to bite. “I can’t take too much from you,” I murmured. “It would weaken you.”

She chuckled. “But it feels so good when you do.”

I sighed as I pressed my forehead to hers. “Mate, you’re going to kill me.”

Then I drew her from the bed and to the shower.

 

   

I watched as Leia bit into one of Chef’s beignets, leaving powdered sugar on the tip of her nose. I leaned over and smoothed it off with my thumb before touching my thumb to my tongue. Her cheeks pinked and she glanced back at her plate.

In the corner, Baldwin smiled before staring resolutely at the wall opposite him.

“Chef can make dishes other than beignets, you know,” I said. “Anything you desire really.”

“Oh, I know.” Her nose already had a fresh dusting of powdered sugar. “But I think I could eat these forever.”

I grinned. “Forever is a very long time. Besides, you can’t eat them forever today. We’re expecting a guest.”

Her gaze immediately became suspicious. “A vampire guest?”

I chuckled as I nodded. “Of course. I don’t tolerate humans well.” Then I flashed her a hint of fang, allowing my desire for her to show. “Present company excepted, of course.”

She blushed again and looked down at her plate. “Should I prepare?”

“Not on my account, I hope.”

At the familiar voice, I stood and held my arms out, greeting my sister with a hug. “Aimée, it’s been too long.”