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Authors: D. B. Reynolds

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Cyn thrashed beneath Raphael’s big body, loving the feel of his weight crushing her into the bed, but wanting to scream with frustration at her inability to make him move! He was teasing her, toying with her. She humped his leg furiously, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. She could feel the thickness of his cock against her thigh and wanted it deep inside her so badly. But at the same time, everything else he was doing felt so damn good she never wanted him to stop. It was glorious and frustrating at the same time. She wanted to feel him everywhere.
Wanted him to keep licking and kissing and, yes, biting, too.
But she wanted him inside her, wanted him—

Raphael bit down on her sensitive nipple, and she screamed as ecstasy stroked every nerve in her body with a satin touch. Raphael hummed with satisfaction as he licked up the warm blood she could feel rolling down the curve of her breast. She drew a sobbing breath, hoping he would finally fuck her now. She spread her legs in invitation, tightening her thighs around his narrow hips, feeling the stroke of his cock against the slick folds of her sex with every movement. Raphael lifted his head, and she shut her eyes in glorious anticipation.

But he wasn’t finished tormenting her yet. His mouth closed over her other breast, sucking so hard, she could feel it all the way to her soul. There was a bright sensation—a flash of pain that swiftly became pleasure—as his fangs grazed along the curve of her breast before reaching her nipple. She arched her back, offering her breast to him, and groaned with pleasure as his fangs pierced her areola, causing the euphoric in his bite to rush through the tiny veins of her breast like a bolt of lightning forking its charge out into her flesh.

She undulated beneath him, caressing him with her body, her fingers massaging his back in time with the thrust of her hips against his, relishing the hard, velvet stroke of his arousal between her thighs, which were slick and wet with her own juices.

Raphael licked the blood from her breast, shooting fresh jolts of desire like a hot wire directly from her nipples to her clit. He lifted his hips slightly, and then he was plunging between the swollen lips of her sex, lubricated by the creamy silk of her pussy, filling her completely. Her inner passage stretched wide to accommodate the thickness of him, his heavy sac slapping against her ass as he lifted her legs, first one then the other, until her ankles were crossed over his shoulders.

And then he simply fucked her. Plunging in and out, touching every sensitive nerve of her inner tissues as the solid length of him pounded deeper with every stroke.

Cyn tightened her arms around him, so overwhelmed with sensation that she felt as though she would fly apart if she didn’t hold on tightly. Raphael growled, bucking against her hold on him, pulling nearly completely out of her with every stroke, before slamming himself deep between her legs once again.

womb pulsed as the first tiny orgasm shivered along the length of her inner muscles, caressing his cock with a thousand tiny fingers. Raphael groaned and lowered his head to look at her, his black eyes shooting silver sparks in the dark room.

“Cyn,” he growled warningly. As if she could control the climax threatening to crash over her. She bit her lip, tasting blood, but the pain didn’t help. Not when Raphael was pumping his hips between her thighs, his penis a velvet-covered steel shaft plunging deeper with every stroke in and out of her body.

Raphael bent quick as a snake and licked the blood from her lip. He groaned, his cock jerking deep inside her, reacting to the taste of her blood. As if that was the signal her body was waiting for, a delicious sensation stormed over her, making her skin shiver, her nipples tighten, her nerve endings flare. Her stomach clenched as her womb began to contract.

“Raphael,” she gasped. “I can’t—”

That’s all she managed to say before the climax was upon her, like a wave crashing to shore. Her back curled up off the bed as her pussy clamped down on Raphael’s cock, and oh God, it felt so very good, she never wanted it to stop. And yet surely no human body could handle this overload of pleasure. Every touch of his skin, the tangle of his fingers against her scalp, the scrape of his hips over the tender flesh of her inner thighs, and more than any of this, the slide of his cock in and out, sending wave after wave of ecstasy rippling up and over her body until, finally, she screamed, begging for it to stop, begging for it to go on forever. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. She only wanted him.

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Raphael growled as
pussy swelled around his dick, gripping him so hard he felt nearly trapped in the satin glove of her body. She shivered, and he could see the ripple of her muscles as the climax took hold of her. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she fought against the overwhelming tide of orgasm.

She whispered his name, keening helplessly, and then she was gone, a picture of beauty as she climaxed beneath him, around him, screaming his name, her body undulating beneath him as she tossed in the throes of their passion.

Raphael watched her as he plunged in and out of her now soaking wet pussy, the warm cream of her climax covering his cock, making it easier to go deeper yet, her sheath trembling all around him, a thousand touches, caressing him, milking him, urging him to join her in . . . The rush of his climax came from nowhere, boiling up out of his balls and rushing down his cock, hardening him until his skin felt stretched tight enough to burst, until his release splashed against
womb, filling her, claiming her, marking her once again, and forever, as his.

Raphael collapsed on top of Cyn, lowering her now-limp legs one at a time, massaging the strained muscles as he did so. He breathed in the scent of her arousal as he caught his breath, and then shifted his weight to one side, pulling her into the shelter of his body.

Cyn sighed and draped her arm over his chest. “Love you,” she murmured sleepily, eyes closed.

Raphael kissed her sweaty forehead. “Rest, my Cyn. The hunt begins tomorrow.”

“Did you say ‘hunt’?”

“Go to sleep,

She sat up, suddenly wide awake and alert. “Answer the question, fang boy.”

Raphael sighed deeply. “Five hundred years of living, and I’m reduced to a child’s nickname.” And he’d have it no other way, though he’d never admit it.

“Poor baby,” she murmured insincerely. “Now answer my question.”

“What question was that?”

She slapped his chest playfully. “I don’t buy that for one minute. You remember things that happen in your
What did you mean by ‘hunt’? I thought the idea was to have him follow us home so we could catch him.”

Quick as only a vampire can be, Raphael wrapped her in his arms and rolled them both until she was beneath him once more. “The best hunters,
, and I assure you I am the best, know to suit their hunt to the prey. Sometimes you must stalk them to their lair; other times you must set a trap they cannot resist and wait for them to come to you.”

“Uh huh, but I don’t think too many hunters bait the trap with themselves, so if that’s your plan—”

“That happens more often than you might think, my Cyn. But I assure you, I am no one’s bait. This is no more than what we discussed. We’re drawing this hunter back to our home territory, where we have the advantage.”

Cyn eyed him doubtfully. “So, we’re leaving tomorrow tonight for sure?”

He slapped her ass lovingly.
“Only if you permit me to sleep first.”

“As if I could stop you,” she scoffed. But she lay back as he pulled the covers over them both, and when the sun took him, she was sound asleep at his side.

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Cyn woke to the sound of her cell phone. She reached for it blindly in the total darkness of the room, guided by the bluish gleam of its screen. Lifting it enough to see who was calling, she found Colin Murphy’s handsome face staring back at her, and glanced guiltily over her shoulder to where Raphael lay motionless in his daytime sleep. She rolled out of bed and headed over to the small sitting area to take the call. It was instinct that moved her away from the bed. Intellectually, she knew her voice
wake him from his daylight sleep, and if he chose to listen she’d have to go a hell of a lot farther than across the room to avoid detection.

And she had nothing to feel guilty about anyway. There wasn’t anything, had never
anything, romantic between her and Colin, but Raphael’s possessiveness wasn’t a rational thing. And she knew he was unhappy she’d called Murphy in the first place. All of which had her skulking across the room like a thief to answer her own damn cell phone.

, Murphy,” she said in a soft voice.

“Leighton. You know the boyfriend can’t hear you during the day, right?”

Embarrassment heated her cheeks and had her wanting to snap back at him, but she controlled the reaction. It wasn’t Murphy’s fault she was acting like an idiot. Besides, if he knew it bugged her, he’d never let it go.

“Sorry,” she said in a normal tone of voice. “It’s automatic. What do you have for me?”

“Not much. I’ve put feelers out, but snipers for hire are a twitchy group of folks. They don’t exactly operate within the law, and too many of them learned to be paranoid courtesy of Uncle Sam. I have to establish my bona fides before anyone will talk to me, and that’s not easy to do. Especially since you and I both know that if I
manage to get a name, I’ll be turning it over to you, so the boyfriend can torture the poor sap until he gives up his soul.”

“Alternatively, you could have the girlfriend torture him to the same conclusion,” Cyn said sweetly. Neither one of them were mated to boring accountants, after all. Sophia was every bit as ruthless as Raphael when it came to getting what she wanted.

“Yeah, but when she does it, it’s sexy as hell.”

“Now, that’s just sick. I worry about you, Murphy.”

“I hear that causes wrinkles. Anyway, it doesn’t change the facts on the ground. My old contacts know I work for Sophia, and—”

“Is that what you tell them? That you
for her?”

“None of your business what I tell them.
They know who she is, know
she is. So, they’re not likely to give me the name of any contractor who hired out to kill a vampire.”

“Yeah,” Cyn said thoughtfully.

“If anything turns up, I’ll let you know, but, right now, it doesn’t look good.”

“Thanks for trying, Murphy.
I appreciate it.”

“You’d do the same for me.”

“Yeah, I would, you know.”

“You’re not gonna cry or anything, are you?”

“Fuck you.”

“There you go. That’s the Leighton I know. I’ll call if I hear anything,” Murphy said, and hung up without saying good-bye.

Cyn disconnected the call, thinking about catching another hour’s sleep before . . . her eye fell on the time readout on her phone. 7:30 a.m.
How had it gotten so late? What if
had gone out to the site without her? Even knowing she wanted to go with him, Raphael’s head of daylight security might not have called if she didn’t show up. All of Raphael’s people were sensitive to his privacy, but the humans even more so. She scrambled for the bathroom, scrolling through her address book for
number, punching it up when she found it.

“Don’t go without me!” she said when he answered, not even giving him a chance to say anything.

Okay.” His voice was tinged with laughter. “Don’t worry about it, Cyn. I briefed my guys this morning during shift change, but made special rounds once the vamps went down just to be sure everyone understood what they needed to look for. I don’t want any more snipers setting up under our noses. I’ve got two-person rotating shifts on every side of the house with
up. I was ready to fly extra personnel in, but it sounds like we’re going home tonight.”

“That’s what I’m told. Okay. I’ll be up there in half an hour.”

“Take your time.” He hung up without saying good-bye, too. Maybe it was a guy thing.

True to her word, Cyn was upstairs thirty minutes later. Steve
met her in the hallway, coming from the other direction with three other guards, one of whom looked more like a tech than a guard. He looked fit enough, and he wore a gun strapped to his hip, but between the backpack over one shoulder and the metal case in his opposite hand, he’d be hard-pressed to get to the gun in time to do any good.

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