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beside
the bed.
    Nash looked at me with a cheeky grin. “I told you, Harry. No
clothes in my bed.”
    I gave a little huff, pulling at the covers. He was lying
on top of them fully clothed. “It’s not your bed, wolf,” I muttered. Nash
continued to look at me expectantly, one eyebrow raised. “Didn’t Salvador tell
you about the Mariposa’s visit?” I finally replied.
    Nash frowned, but nodded. “He didn’t mention that he
thought there was a specific danger to you though.” He looked at me speculatively.
    “Well, I haven’t exactly managed to keep the whole
necromancer thing quiet lately, have I?” I frowned and hurried on. “Maybe
he thinks the Mariposa has heard about me.” Since necromancers are a threat
to vampires, they tend to have a short life span around them. It
was a highly plausible theory. I felt a twinge of guilt at not telling Nash
the other reason. I just wasn’t ready for the ‘Darth-Vadar-is-my-father’
reveal.
    Nash narrowed his eyes, the mate bond obviously telling him there
was more, but he let it slide. He growled, reaching out to my raised shoulder,
pushing me back down on the bed. “I’m going to arrange some daytime protection
as well.”
    My argument that I didn’t need additional babysitters was
swallowed up by another crushing kiss. He rolled his body onto mine, capturing
my hands and pushing them above my head. He grasped both of my wrists in one
big hand, his other sliding down across my jaw to my collarbone, finally
pushing the sheet aside to cup my breast. I gasped as he pinched my nipple,
pulling it hard. My back arched, my hips lifting off the bed to grind into him.
I groaned into his mouth and I could feel his smile as he pulled his lips away
from mine.
    “God, I love how responsive you are, little minx.” He
nipped at my chin. “I could play with you all night, coaxing those sexy little
whimpers from you.” He bent over my breast, his tongue lapping at the
sensitized peak. He released my hands, his other hand joining the first to
cup my other breast. He gave it a squeeze then sucked it into his mouth, not
just the nipple, but gathering in much of the surrounding flesh, suctioning
with his mouth and tongue. I gasped, writhing on the bed. I was so close to
coming and he had barely touched me. I brought my hands down to grasp his head
on either side, my fingers tugging through his hair to pull his lips back up to
mine, kissing him fiercely. After a minute or so, Nash pulled away, the feral
look on his face quickly replaced by a more mischievous one. “Too bad we’ve
only had the one date.” He kissed me on the nose and then rolled off of me,
rising up from the bed. He was still dressed in the same clothes as the night
before.
    “You’ve been working all this time?” I looked at him with
concern, my irritation at being woken and revved up only to have him leave,
forgotten. He looked tired.
    He ran a hand through his already tousled hair. “Yeah.
Just came to get my truck. Need to head home and catch a few hours of sleep.”
    “Stay with me,” I said. At his raised eyebrow, I added.
“To sleep only. You know you will recharge faster.” And he would. We were
like the two parts of a voltaic battery. When we slept together, an energy
bridge seemed to form between us, allowing us to ‘top up’ each other’s
reserves. He had probably saved my life a couple of times already when my aura
was particularly low, just by spooning with me.
    He hesitated and I thought he was going to turn me down, but
then he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor beside mine. He
unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his well-defined thighs. He was
wearing a pair of boxer briefs. Pushing me over onto my side towards the
middle of the bed, he climbed in, wrapping his body around mine. I reached
behind me and ran my hand over his briefs. He grabbed my wrist, pulling it
back in front of me. “They’re for my own protection, so you won’t molest me in
my sleep,” he growled