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help my mother?”
    Dorian nodded and he slipped a pale finger into a lock of her golden blond hair. “Yes.”
    Alessandra inhaled a quick breath as Dorian’s body shoved against hers. In that moment she knew he wasn’t normal. No man’s body was as cold as his next to hers.
    “Don’t be afraid my dear.” He drew the lock of hair to his face, inhaling the soft fragrance of rose oil. “I can give you more than you asked. I shall give you something men have died for trying to obtain. Just one kiss is all I ask.”
    Alessandra’s eyes widened. What kind of man was this who could ask for just one kiss? Her lips trembled as she nodded in agreement.
    Dorian gently slid his hand behind Alessandra’s neck, cradling her head in his hand. He watched as her chest heaved with her quickly panted breaths as he lowered his head toward her. As his lips touched hers, he could hear her loudly pounding heart. Her scent was more than delicious to him as his tongue grazed the top of her lips.
    Alessandra’s lips slowly parted. She felt the coolness of his tongue as it slid into her mouth as he explored the new region completely. The sweet and delightful taste mixed with the hint of whiskey enveloped her. Her mind became lost in an exotic mix of flavors. She became weak as she hungered for more of his kiss.
    Delighted by Alessandra’s response, Dorian pulled her body closer to his, consuming her with the immortal kiss of a vampire. He knew the venom in his saliva would be enough to weaken her…it always was. He could feel her body molding against his, her tongue delightfully and playfully chasing his. Yes, it was time he took more.
    Dorian held her tight against his frame. Her back arched as he leaned forward and moved his lips to her neck. Alessandra softly moaned as the trail of kisses lingered against her skin. He inhaled a quick breath, knowing her worries would soon be over…forever.
    As Dorian’s mind came back to the present he realized Alessandra wasn’t Caitlin. Anger swept over him. His eyes travel further down her stomach to the connection of his body entering hers. He did like to see what he was accomplishing. He watched as the excitement overwhelmed him. Damn, this will be Caitlin one day, he thought, continuing to watch while he drove harder into Alessandra.
    Snapping his head toward the bedroom door, he stopped suddenly. That smell! His eyes closed while he inhaled deeply, exploring the scent. Dorian’s eyes opened wide. He knew that smell, it was Caitlin’s blood. Not only was it her blood, but there was the scent of sex mixed in the air.
    “Bitch!” he hissed.
    “Dorian!” she growled. The sudden release surprised her as he dropped her on the floor. “You can’t leave me this way!”
    “Finish it yourself!” he seethed and then he grabbed his jeans.
    He pulled on his jeans then quickly headed toward the door. Damn that beast. He would kill them both, he grumbled in thought as he marched out of the bedroom.
    Taking his time walking down the hall, he contemplated how he would kill them. Adriel knew better than to cross him. He knew he was not to touch her. How many times had Dorian warned him? How many times had he told him to stay away from her? Caitlin had been warned more than enough times. Still she didn’t listen. Over a hundred years of waiting for the right time to take her, the right time for someone to remove that damn necklace and he failed once again. This time Dorian would not fail.
    Curse or no curse, pain or no pain, Dorian would kill Adriel then take Caitlin. He would take her so violently she would wish she were dead. Better than that, she would beg for her death to come quickly. Satisfied, Dorian would oblige her request in part and take her life in the slowest manner possible. She would suffer before her eyes closed. Protection or not, she would need more than a necklace to save her now.
    Dorian marched down the hallway, following the delicious scent of Caitlin’s blood. The scent he