Careless, terribly careless. Because it was a her. I touched the side of his face. Maybe there was more than one reason they'd come to me.
I used my hand to lift the loose tenderness of his balls up, so I could draw them gently into my mouth. Fed on the strength of his body, the heat of his skin, and the spill of his seed, which spilled hotter inside me than anything I'd ever felt from a man. We had to ease close to the waiting group of vampires. The need to strike out, or run away, thrilled all the way down to the tips of my fingers and toes.
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