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Lance growled, as she hung stunned and impaled in his arms. "Now I've
got you." Sherry eyes locked ferociously on hers, his strong hands gripped her
ass, holding her poised as he began to lunge in and out of her like a pirate
bent on conquest. "I've got you—" Thrust. "—and you're mine—"
Thrust
.
"—and you're not getting away—" THRUST, "
—until I'm satisfied
!"
    "Jesus, Lancelot," she whimpered, letting her head fall back. "Who the hell
wants to get away?"
    He chuckled in her ear, his voice an erotic purr almost as maddening as the
deep, silken strokes of his cock. His hand closed around the back of her skull,
threading through her hair, holding her neck arched. She felt his lips against
her throat. He licked her banging pulse. Grace caught her breath, realizing what
was coming.
    The tips of his fangs touched her skin. He bit deep.
    She screamed in arousal and surrender.
    Heat. Pounding pleasure. His cock pistoning away in her cunt, his torso
rolling against hers, his arms hard and strong around her. Satin lips, tongue
moving on her throat, sucking, drinking greedily. The icy prick of his fangs.
    Too much, all too much. She felt her consciousness splinter under hammer
blows of fire and pleasure. Convulsing yet again, she cried out, her voice
hoarse and helpless.
    Lancelot dragged her so tight her ribs creaked. He stiffened and came, buried
to the balls, growling against her throat.
    Â 
    WHEN Grace became aware of herself again, she still hung in Lance's arms.
Looking around, she realized he was sitting down with her draped across his lap,
impaled on his erect cock. Though she was naked, he still wore his slacks; she
could feel his open zipper digging into her bottom. She felt so weak and
stunned, all she could do was hang there in his embrace.
    He nuzzled the underside of her jaw, his tongue tracing leisurely patterns on
her skin. Suddenly he bent her back in his arms and buried his face between her
breasts, inhaling as he cupped one of them in a big hand. Wallowing in her like
a cat in catnip.
    Something about that curiously feline gesture reminded Grace of Morgana's
warning years ago, when the witch had noticed how infatuated she'd been with
him. "
Never forget that no matter how brave and handsome and heroic they
are, Magi are not human. They're predators. And we're their favorite prey. They
crave us. Our blood, our taste, our scent, our bodies. Ordinary humans are a
poor substitute to them
."
    If the witch was right, Lance would have wallowed like that in the scent of
any Latent female. Had the experience Grace found so profoundly sensual and
romantic been, for him, the equivalent of fast food?
    Instinctively, she put her feet down and tried to rise off his lap. His grip
tightened, holding her in place. "Let me up," Grace said. Her voice emerged as a
hoarse croak, a reminder of ecstatic screams.
    "Wouldn't you like to…" He looked over her breast at her and rolled his hips.
She could feel him hardening even more inside her. Magi never needed much
recovery time.
    "No," Grace said, assuming the tone of cold command she used on drunks and
recalcitrant teenagers. "Let me up. You don't get seconds. Lance."
    He gave her that seducer's smile again, flicking her nipple with a thumb. "I
could change your mind."
    Something in that smile brought it all crashing back—the savage pleasure, the
dark, uncontrollable hunger she'd felt for him.
    Give in
, her body whispered.
    Oh God. She thought she'd gotten over him, outgrown the infatuation, but she
hadn't. "No!" She tried to spring off his lap. His big hands tightened, holding
her effortlessly still. She realized that if he didn't want to let her go, she'd
never get away. Panic rose. "
No
!"
    Instantly he released her. "I'm sorry," he said as she scrambled up,
instinctively wrapping her arms around her body. He frowned and stood, zipping
his pants. "Did I hurt you?"
    Grace looked away, spotted her uniform shirt lying on the floor, and snatched
it up. "No. No, you didn't hurt me."
You only gave me the greatest sexual
experience of my life. And I'm still in love with you
.
    She didn't dare let him know, she thought, frantically buttoning the shirt.
He'd gained too much power over her as it was. He'd play on her weakness like
the seducer he was until she found herself drowning in the Mageverse.
    Mad as Clarice.
    "You enjoyed it," Lance said, in a tone somewhere between accusation and

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