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in his jeans had not done justice to the size of him. It was intimidating, caused butterflies in her belly, and for the second time moisture rushed to her sex. She could feel herself start to pant, drawing in the taste of the musky scent of his desire, like spicy cider. It made her mouth water.
    Returning her gaze to his face, she saw that his eyes had gone darker, lustful, his body tensed. Why? “You don’t have body hair.” She shrugged. “Neither do I. The doctors told me that some people don’t. It’s perfectly normal. What is different that I should be noticing?” She had not seen many naked men, never studied one like this, granted. Any she had inadvertently seen Shane certainly put to shame. He put the ones she imagined in her wildest fantasies to shame. Was he uncomfortable being hairless? Was it an insecure hang-up? She just wanted to run her hand over his smooth skin, use her fingers to trace the defined muscles beneath.
    “ Don’t be afraid,” he said telepathically. “I will never hurt you, Jess. You know I won’t.” She nodded in acknowledgment and Shane smiled at her. When the fangs his canines had turned into came into view, she swallowed hard.
    Okay. That was more than an insecure hang up. “Are you a vampire? Are they real? Is that your kind?” She asked, hearing a slight tremor to her voice and hoping he wouldn’t be offended by it.
    “ Not vampire. To my knowledge they do not exist. We believe that we are the source of their myth, in addition to many others.” She noted that he was watching her pulse as he spoke in her mind.
    “Do you want my blood?” A surprising shiver of desire ran through her at the thought.
    “ Oh, yes.” He continued speaking telepathically while groaning out loud. His erection jerked slightly, drawing her attention to it again. “You have the sweetest smell. The scent of your desire is intoxicating. You can trust that I will never take anything from you that you are unwilling to give freely. To do that would violate the code of my people and turn me into one of those that I have vowed to protect against.” She felt some disappointment at the idea that he wouldn’t bite her with those fangs.
    She nodded at that, her eyes taking another leisurely stroll up and down his physique, subconsciously licking her lips. “Is this all you need to show me? Are the fangs and the want of blood the only difference?” Her voice sounded husky even to herself. If anything the fangs were making her hotter. Shane shook his head, turning his back to her, raising his arms straight out from his body, hands palm up, the muscles of his shoulders flexed.
    At first she just saw a hard, defined, perfectly yummy back. Jess tried to focus; he wanted her to notice something out of the norm, not fixate on the things that made her womb clench and her nipples harden. Reminding herself to be objective, she looked closer. The muscles on either side of his spine appeared larger and more defined. There was a thin flap in the shape of a T, the horizontal line following the shape of the bottom of his shoulder blade. The vertical line went downward, following the edge of the heavy spinal muscles, reaching what would be the waistband of a pair of jeans, had he been wearing any. She began to get distracted again.
    The flaps began to lift, and from beneath them emerged two long, thin arms. Each appendage had a small thumb and two fingers, fisting open and closed. Four elbow-like joints unbent as they released from the muscles and skin flaps where they had been hidden and protected. They extended from his body at least a foot further than his arms. Once fully extended, the two appendages separated from each other, revealing a thin delicate, shimmering membrane stretching between them and finishing when there were two fully formed wings coming from his back. Then he turned around once again to face her, wings flapping slowly to demonstrate flight motions.
    His ears began moving independently of each