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Chapter Thirteen

Blane had to give it to her; Christiana had known the perfect place to hide. Opening the door to their room at little inn, it was clear no one would expect them here. Vampires at the
Luna
had a habit of staying in luxury suites and living lavishly. This inn was anything but. It was dark with a folksy appeal accented by the orange flames licking up inside the fireplace and the smell of potpourri. The roses on the long dressing table next to the window added to the flowery scent.

The old woman, as well meaning as she was, had brought them in with a wide smile on her face He glanced at Christiana. “You had to tell them we were celebrating our anniversary?”

“Would you rather I tell them it’s our honeymoon? How else are we going to get the honeymoon suite? It was the only room left.”

“All right. Think they’ll expect to hear us going at it?”

She laughed. “Probably.”

“Well, we could do it just to make it look authentic.” He slid up to her, pushing one hand into her hair. “We do have all day alone.”

She smiled and pulled his hand away. “I think you need a shower first.”

Blane caught her wrist. “Don’t do this.”

“What?”

“We’ve had a good time together, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then don’t pull away from be just because I’m not your fantasy man.”

She huffed. “Don’t start.”

“Listen to me.” He tried to keep his voice even, calm.

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She looked away. When the tried to pull her chin back, she didn’t move.

“You’re not who I ever saw myself falling for, but I like us together.”

Christiana glanced up at him for a second, then back down. Her voice was calm, almost dead when she said, “Go take a shower, Blane.”

He nodded and kissed her on top of the head. “Right.”

* * * *

Christiana slipped off her coat, then her shoes, setting both beside the door of the small room. She needed to make up her mind. Blane was wrong for her. They were too different. But she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone before. She’d vowed to do what she wanted, but now it felt wrong.

As she walked back past the bathroom door, she noticed Blane had left it open. He was humming a song just over the sound of the water running.

“You can come in,” he said.

She cringed. How had he known that she was standing there? “Uh. That’s okay.”

“Come here.”

With a little push, the door creaked open. The room was full of steamy heat, and she pushed the door closed to keep it inside. There was nothing worse than stepping out of a warm shower and into a cold room.

“Need something?”

Blane slid the shower door open and smiled at her in all his naked glory. He was smooth, wet, and fully erect. “Yeah. You.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him.

“No.” She pulled back, trying not to notice how hard he was against her stomach. “Not

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the shirt. It’ll shrink.”

“Take it off,” he said.

She unbuttoned the shirt slowly, then laid it over the edge of the sink. The pants went next, leaving her there in a soft pink lace bra and panty set. As she went for the bra’s clasp, he caught her around the waist and pulled her into the shower. Water dripped from his shaggy black hair in streams that increased as he bent to kiss her.

She laughed and dodged the kiss. “You know how completely twisted this is. Right?”

“What?”

“We just killed someone in the street, we’re hiding from werewolves, and you want to have sex in the shower.”

“Why not?” He kissed her shoulder, then her neck. “Someone’s always trying to kill our kind.”

That was true. “Don’t you think Jonas is waiting for your call?”

“No.” His hands slid up her body slowly. “I sent him a text. He knows we’re okay.” He unclasped her bra in the front, then pushed it down and off her arms before tossing it out of the shower. “Besides, there’s nothing like a fight to get the adrenaline flowing.”

He caught her mouth in a slow kiss that made all of the other arguments slide away. She wanted it as much as he did, so there was no reason to resist now. His hands felt too good as they massaged her breasts. The water mingling with their mouths and tongues only added to the effect.

Blane broke away to make his way down her body. His hands slid down her sides, catching the panties and pulling them down as his mouth moved down her sternum, across her navel, and settled in front of her. She stepped slowly out of the panties before they went flying. It

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made her giggle.

His hands slid up the back of her thighs. Then he pulled her forward, planting the front of her slit right on his mouth. At first, she wondered if he wouldn’t drown down there with all the water spilling over him, but the feel of his tongue sliding across her clit quickly made every thought disappear except for the one about how good he felt.

Her knees shook, but she remained standing. Even when her moans were loud enough to echo in her own head. The warm tongue across and inside her made her eyes close and her head fall back. It was dizzying, having him between her legs—it promised to have her coming quickly.

Blane pulled away, then stood, sliding his body up hers. Before she could catch his mouth, he turned her back to him and pressed the tip of his erection into her slick folds. His right hand slipped down the front, pressing gently on her clit while his left hand pressed against the shower wall.

He worked her slowly. “You were hot, feeding from him tonight.”

He flicked her nub, and it made her knees shake. “I wanted to be him. Wanted you to bite me.”

Blane’s tip slid in slowly, spreading her as he pushed farther inside. Christiana moaned and let the force push her slowly against the wall.

He grunted and pushed harder, breaking through the tension. In that slick, wet skin, they glided tight against each other. There was no thought, only the sound of their moans as Blane pumped inside her, slowly impaling her body.

She leaned her head back, arching so he could take her if he wanted, but it was an awkward position, trying to keep their hips together.

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With a low moan, he slid from inside her, flipped her body toward him, then grabbed her thighs. In a quick, hard move, he pulled her up the wall and slid inside her again. Christiana caught his mouth and probed with her tongue. He pushed harder, filling her while their tongues twisted.

She pulled away from his lips and went straight to his neck. But she didn’t want to bite him now. No, she wanted his teeth inside her, where only one other’s had been before. Only their leader, their king, had broken her skin, and that was intimacy with no sex. She wanted both, with Blane.

He shivered in her arms; his pace quickened. He wouldn’t judge and wouldn’t question her need.

“Bite me,” she whispered.

He slowed, almost pausing. He seemed to think about it for a moment, then nuzzled his head into her neck. His mouth was warm and soft on her skin, but there was no promise of teeth.

“Only Khalil has broken my skin.” She ran a hand down the back of his neck. “And I want you to be the only other.”

He let out a soft moan, then scratched his teeth over jugular.

Christiana tightened her legs around him, grinding herself down. Tension caught in her womb, doubling her need as it pulsed and grew.

Blane must have felt her tightening because he started again in that almost uncontrolled rhythm.

It brought her in one quick explosion that radiated from her core in spasmed waves.

Then he bit her.

It was the popping sound in her head that made her aware of it just before another,

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stronger orgasm hit. Everything went white behind her eyelids. Blane was drinking her in as she floated higher and higher.

Then Christiana felt him close the wound.

She needed to feel his flesh between her teeth, to drink in that life’s blood. Her teeth ached with the need; her mouth watered. He’d tasted so good, so strong.

Her head went to his neck.

Blane moaned and gripped her tighter.

Her teeth pushed at his skin.

“Wait—”

But it was too late. That hot, pulsing blood rushed into her mouth. Blane jerked in her arms, exploding inside her as the bite brought him again.

She took another drink and felt his pleasure come with it, like an instant, intoxicating drug that filled her and left her in a giddy bliss.

Time seemed to stretch on forever, like an eternity in a single instant.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but the sound of his moan brought her back. She’d licked the wound closed but suckled at his neck, cleaning the remainders on his skin.

But now they were sitting in the shower, he on his knees. She could feel him. His feelings, stronger than before. If she could have crawled inside his chest to live there, she would have. Their skin felt like too much of a barrier, as if she couldn’t get close enough.

And everything felt...warm.

Fuzzy. Peaceful.

Love.

Oh. Holy. Fuck
.