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exactly how she was tempting him. Luring him.
    “That night at the beach,” she murmured, her hand sliding down to his ass. “When you bit me while you made love to me the second time, I could feel that you wanted to take me harder, but you restrained yourself.”
    “You made me so wild, your blood… it only added to my desire for you.”
    “It felt good. All of it. The bite; your cock inside me; feeling that you wanted me.”
    “I still want you. Now even more.”
    “Then take me any way you want to, because I want the same. I want to experience everything with you. No holding back.”
    “A woman after my own heart.” He lifted himself off her and got out of bed, pulling her with him.
    “What are you doing?”
    He led her toward the bathroom. “I want to shower with you, and then I want you on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock as if it’s the best thing you’ve ever had.”
    When her eyes started to glow only the way a vampire’s could, his heart jumped with joy.
    “Under one condition.”
    He froze. “Condition?” He wasn’t used to a woman making demands.
    Claire molded her luscious body to his, bringing her mouth to his ear. “Don’t pull out before I’m done with you. I don’t want to spill a single drop.”
    He sandwiched her between his body and the door frame. “God, woman! What are you trying to do to me?”
    “I just want to please you.”
    He sank his hungry mouth onto hers, silencing her so she couldn’t utter any more seductive words, while he lifted her up and slid her onto his cock. He took her right there against the wall until another orgasm had calmed him enough so he could proceed with his original plan of watching Claire kneel in front of him, his cock in her beautiful mouth, while he thrust back and forth, claiming one more part of her.

7
     
    Three months later – New York City
     
    Jake cursed and slammed the guy into the wall next to a dumpster, noticing from the corner of his eye how Claire was already taking care of the young woman the man had attacked and clearly planned to rape.
    No matter how often he and Claire roamed the streets of Manhatten at night, there seemed to be an endless supply of criminals. But even though at first he’d vowed not to get involved in humans’ problems, one look at Claire’s pleading face, and he knew that he couldn’t deny her anything. God, how he’d grown to love this woman. It was time to tell her just how much.
    “You know we have to help them,” she’d said shortly after their arrival in New York, when they’d come upon a man robbing an elderly couple at gunpoint. “If we don’t do it, who will?”
    Who indeed?
    So he’d given in. And—grudgingly—he had to admit to himself that he liked helping people, saving those who couldn’t save themselves. And the more humans he and Claire saved the more of his humanity he seemed to regain. The goodness in Claire’s heart was contagious, and she’d clearly infected him with it. Though there was no way in hell he’d admit it to anybody. After all, who’d ever heard of a nice vampire?
    “She’s hurt,” Claire advised him now, while she tried to calm the scared woman.
    “Heal her.”
    In the meantime, he’d take care of the jerk, who was now getting back onto his feet and turning around, fists at the ready. Jake grunted with satisfaction. He loved beating up assholes, and when they tried to put up a fight, it was even more fun. And most of the time he didn’t even use his vampire powers to exact punishment. He got more satisfaction out of it when he traded kicks and blows with his opponent and let him believe—if only for a while—that they were matched in strength.
    Jake slammed his fist into the guy’s face, hearing the bones in his nose break. A cry of pain echoed through the night, and the scent of blood permeated the air in the dark alley. Involuntarily, his fangs lengthened and he didn’t bother hiding them from the human. The jerk deserved to feel