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was desperate to know what made the motel clerk sound like she did.

“Do it,” she whispered.

Lucien froze as her words penetrated his thick haze of lust. Had he heard her right? “Callie?”

“Go ahead, bite me.”

Excitement hammered through him, and his pulse pounded in his temples as saliva filled his mouth. He should resist; he’d already tasted her, but doing so again would only accelerate his instinct to claim her completely. Even as he considered denying himself, the demon part of him roared to life.

“Don’t resist; don’t fight it in any way,” he said.

Callie bit her lip as she braced herself.

“Relax,” he murmured and kissed her ear before running his tongue along it.

Callie tried to relax, but her fingers remained twisted in the bedspread as her body tensed beneath his.

Knowing she would react badly if he bit her in this state, Lucien kissed her shoulder. Gradually, she relaxed, and her breathing came faster as her hips pushed against his and her body neared climax. Just as she was splintering apart, he sank his fangs into her shoulder.

Callie jerked from the sudden intrusion, but a fresh wave of ecstasy washed over her as he consumed her blood. She was so lost to the pleasure he gave that it took a minute to realize there was no agony from his bite this time.

There was only pure pleasure, and as he drank from her, she experienced his joy. He kept her pinned to the bed while he drank from her and his body became more demanding within hers.

Tremors still shook her, but she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. His hands seized her hips as he fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life.

It was amazing. It was everything, and she craved more as they became animalistic in their desperation to satisfy each other.

When she came again with a loud cry, her legs gave out, but he held her up. He wasn’t done with her.

The taste of her blood, the feel of her body, and her eager cries became all Lucien experienced as he found his release.

Chapter Thirty-One

He shouldn’t have tasted her again. The thought ran through his mind a thousand times over the next three days. It had only accelerated his need to turn her and make her his, but he didn’t have to ask her to know she wasn’t ready yet. He sensed it every time he was inside her and every time he drank from her.

And he would wait. It was the least he could do for her after everything else she’d endured.

The taste of her blood and the strength of it had seared itself into him. She’d infused him with power and woke the demon. Before, he was content to let her come to terms with everything on her own.

Well, not content, but able to do so because she was safe. He was drinking more blood in a day than he used to drink in a week, and he still wasn’t up to full strength. The influx of her blood had changed all that.

It had strengthened him back to the man he was before the Savages took him. And with that strength came an increasing instability over the bond being incomplete.

He’d drank from her before, but it was only a small taste, and it was before their relationship deepened to this point. Now that he’d had a bigger taste and experienced the joy of her, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had it all.

He’d told her about mates and what they meant to a vampire, but he hadn’t told her about the loss of control that could happen to a vampire before the bond was complete.

However, she wasn’t ready for the change. She was still trying to adapt to her place here, their relationship, and the fact she would become a vampire; he couldn’t add more burdens onto her.

Sitting on the edge of their bed, he tugged at the ends of his hair. He needed to get out of here so he could kill and destroy and sate the demon. If he could kill, he could buy her more time.

The only problem was, he didn’t trust himself in the field right now. He was up to full strength and capable of fighting, but he worried that once he started killing, he would destroy everything in his path.

“Shit.” He tugged at his hair again and tapped his foot.

The rattle of the knob caused him to release his hair and sit up straight on the bed. He lowered