Hot Blooded

looking at
these."
    "You heard that?" She caught her breath as he rolled both pink tips between
his fingers.
    "I'm a Magus. Of course I heard it."
    Grace let her head fall back as pleasure steamed through her, all force and
hot pressure. "They all know I'm not like other women."
    "Well, they're right on that point." Lance lowered his head to her breast.
"You're more responsive." His tongue flicked her nipple once. "Sensual." Flick.
"Delicious." Flick. "A feast for a poor, famished vampire." His mouth closed
fully over her to suckle with such head-spinning strength, she was driven to
grind her hips against him in hunger.
    He began playing clever games with his fangs—pressing their slick front
curves against her nipple until the peak pouted up between them for his swirling
tongue, then raking the sharp points across her skin in an almost-bite that made
her squirm.
    "Damn," she groaned breathlessly when he stopped just long enough to unbutton
her pants and jerk off her shoes. "You're good at this."
    "So are you," Lance said roughly, and grabbed the waistband of her slacks to
drag them ruthlessly down. "You're very, very good." Straightening, he looked
down at her as she sprawled there, naked except for her panties. "And you've
made me very, very hungry."
    Then he wrapped a big hand in that last bit of thin silk and ripped it away.
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    BREATHING hard, Lance stared at Grace lying spread and naked across the
dinner table like a vampire's fantasy feast. She was hardly the first Latent
he'd been sent to seduce, but none of the rest had ever affected him with this
much raw power. There was something special about her—the brash honesty, the
sensuality, the keen intelligence. And, of course, that long-legged Amazon's
body.
    Not to mention her utter lack of the calculation and manipulation that seemed
bred to the bone in most of the Majae he knew.
    He could feel his control fraying with each hungry throb of his cock. His
fangs were aching. Even his hands shook with the force of his raw need. If he
wasn't careful, he'd plunge right into her without making sure she was ready for
him.
    To give himself time to recover, he pulled up a chair and seated himself at
the table between her widespread thighs like a man settling down to dinner. As
she watched, wide-eyed, he took her tight little ass in his hands, dragged her
closer to the table edge, and buried his face right between her thighs.
    He tried to keep his eyes locked on hers over the arch of her body, but her
taste detonated in his senses. His eyes slid closed. Forgetting his usual
tricks, he spread her creamy folds with two fingers and feasted, licking,
nibbling, wanting only to make her share the lust he felt.
    He had to make sure she didn't deny him.
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    GRACE writhed, fire trails of pleasure streaming through her mind with every
pass of Lance's clever tongue. She found herself bending and spreading her legs,
opening herself even more to his magical mouth. He took the movement for the
wanton invitation it was and slid one big finger into her sex. She swallowed a
shivering moan.
    He reached the other hand around her thigh and found one of her desperately
hard nipples again. Rolled and twisted it even as his tongue swirled wet fire
over her clit and that finger rotated deep inside her.
    It felt like the top of her head was about to blow off. "Oh, God, Lancelot!"
She dropped her thighs, draped them over his broad shoulders and hooked them
against his back so she could drag him even harder against her sex. And he gave
her exactly what she needed, driving a second finger into her as his mouth
closed ruthlessly over her clit. Slowly, he stroked and rotated and sucked and—
    Arching her spine off the table, she drowned in fire, screaming her climax at
the ceiling.
    Grace was still riding the downslope of the peak when she looked up to see
him standing between her limp thighs. His impatient hands unzipped his slacks
and jerked down his briefs just enough to free his shaft. Her eyes widened at
his size. He leaned down to position himself. She felt the thick, rounded head
press against her sex. Then, with a deliciously agonizing pressure, he sank
slowly inside.
    The sensation was unbelievable. Heat. Thickness. Strength. Opening and
stretching her. She screamed again, her orgasm clenching tighter, harder. He
snatched her off the table with that effortless vampire strength and seated his
cock to the balls.
    "Now,"