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the length of his cock out of her body, then thrust deep. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you for that.”
    Then he started driving, fucking her hard, his shaft so thick, so long, the muscle of his thighs pressing against hers, his long fingers gripping her hips as he ground in and out.
    Those ferocious sensations built the pulses of her climax, driving them higher, faster. She convulsed helplessly, yowling under his pounding hips. “Rand! Oh, God, more!”
    * * *
    Rand watched Zara writhe, her slim back twisting, silken ass hunching against his groin, pussy gripping him, slick and snug. The pleasure was so intense he had to fight not to come. “God,” he groaned, “You feel so damned…”
    He held on somehow, listening to her gasping whimpers of delight, his fangs aching, until finally he could stand no more. Shifting his hold from hips to shoulders, he pulled her upright, then wrapped a hand into her hair. Dragged her head to one side.
    And bit.
    The taste of her blood filled his mouth, pumping sweet and hot. His cock jerked as his lust skidded out of control. He drank as her pussy rippled around his length and his balls emptied in burning pulses. She screamed again, stiffening in his grip. “Raaaaand!”
    He growled possessively back at her.
    The pleasure faded slowly, leaving her limp and sated in his arms. Rand withdrew his fangs carefully and started licking the small wounds; his vampire saliva would make them heal much faster.
    She only moaned. “God, that feels good.”
    “Yes,” he agreed in her ear. “It certainly did.” He paused to caress her softening nipples as he pulled his cock from her sex. “Thank you for the gift of your submission.”
    “Believe me,” Zara breathed, “the pleasure was mine.”
    Rand smiled and eased back, ordering his computer implant to open the neurocuffs. The restraints released, and he stripped them off her wrists before bending to scoop her up. Zara draped her arms around his neck as he carried her around the bunk to put her down on the mattress.
    “That was delicious,” she sighed.
    Rand licked a drop of blood from his lips. “I thought so.”
    He moved through a flap into the hygiene closet that held the shelter’s toilet. Picking up the sonic cleaner from the small vanity, he stuck the little device into his mouth. It hummed, killing any bacteria before spraying a mist that left his mouth tasting like mint.
    He picked up a cloth and flicked it, activating the release of moisture from its fibers. Rand cleaned himself off with the wet cloth, then refolded it and dropped it back on the stack to disinfect itself. He grabbed another cleaning cloth and carried it out to Zara.
    “Spread your legs,” he ordered. She obeyed, looking half asleep and he reached between her thighs to her lovely pussy.
    He put the cloth away, then returned to slide into the bed, spooning the warm curve of her body with his and wrapped his arms around her. “Sleep, Zara,” he murmured.
    She sighed, her breathing deepening, her slim body going lax.
    He inhaled the scent of her hair, enjoying the warmth of her soft skin, savoring the memory of her body rolling against his as he drank from her. As she came in his arms.
    He’d claimed her. She was his now. His submissive. His woman.
    His captive.
    Rand frowned a little, uncomfortable with the thought. It was one thing to play at holding a woman prisoner, to pretend to force her submission as part of a sexual game. It was another thing entirely to take a prisoner to bed. Yes, he felt reasonably sure she’d meant it when she gave her consent, especially given the scent of her arousal.
    But could a prisoner truly give consent?
    Unfortunately, there was no way to free her. If he even tried, Lordsvengeance would do everything in his power to kill both of them. And the bastard would make sure they died in the worst way he could manage, probably after torturing Zara for any intelligence she might possess.
    Rand’s jaw clenched as he