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to know what came next. What kept me from admitting it?

I walk to my full length mirror and stare at my face as if it will tell me the answers. I hardly resemble myself. My eyes are wide and glassy, as if in some kind of stupor. My cheeks are flushed and my hair rumpled. I look like I had hot sex with a vampire. And I could’ve. I had my chance.

I let my forehead fall gently to the mirror, resisting the urge to bang it against the glass. Why. Did. I. Say. No.

Was it out of pride?

My pussy gives another pulse. I’d bet my last pair of panties Charlie would rock my world in bed. Any man—or...vampire—who gets me that wet just by sliding his finger between my legs would have to know how to make me scream in pleasure. One touch from Charlie is a million times better than a whole night with Wilson, my lazy ex-boyfriend who never lasted more than two minutes.

I flop down on my belly with one hand between my legs. My fingers press into my sex, trying to rub my clit the way Charlie did. My fingertips dance over my swollen folds, seeking the same pattern. I imagine him working himself over me, his hardened cock pressing my low back.

I push my mound against the heel of my hand, my fingers undulating over my sex, some hitting my clit, some slipping in and out of my entrance. Charlie wouldn’t ask, he’d just prop up my hips and slide in. He’d bang me from behind, sinking in balls-deep, punishing me with his cock. He’d hold my hips firmly, shoving in and out of me roughly, dominating me until I exploded.

I explode. My release makes my hips buck as I press all five fingers over my convulsing sex.

Is Charlie off somewhere, jacking off? He seemed as aroused as I was before he left. If he’s touching himself, is he thinking of me?

Or is there someone else?

Chapter 8

Charlie

I trace to Congress Street. Tucson bars close at two, so things are quiet, even in the heart of downtown. I’m in Lucius’ territory, and I should be lying low, but I can’t go back to Aurelia.

My cock literally throbs. I kick a bit of trash out of my path. But I did it to myself. Even if my little fairy let me go on, there’s no rest for the wicked. No coming for the carnivorous. No relief for the rabid. Not until Aurelia lifts the damn curse. When she does, I’ll fuck my Tinkerbell so hard her teeth will rattle.

But no.

Damn fairy’s in my blood, and even though I crave her, I won’t take her against her will—not even if I were capable of getting off. I want Aurelia to want me. Correction: I want her to need me with the same lust burning under my skin. Hell, I want her to beg me. I want her weight on my lap and her shrieks cracking the windows. I want my name on her lips and her nails scratching furrows down my back. But only if she’s willing.

I want to win not just her obedience but her submission, her desire...her heart.

I still in a puddle of moonlight. Her heart? Seriously? Since when did I become a teenage sap in a vampire movie? I could give a fuck about love. Look how well it worked out for me last time. Once cursed, twice shy. If a hundred year old curse isn’t enough to break me of falling in love, I deserve my current hell.

I pass an all night diner full of people getting their dinner. I need my own dinner—I haven’t fed since finding Aurelia. Not smart to do it in Lucius’ territory, but surely a little sip from a random girl won’t give me away. But my stomach turns at the thought of holding any human but Aurelia. When I pass a few tasty morsels, my fangs lie dormant.

Stupid. Why am I acting like a mated vampire who will only take blood from his lover? Aurelia will never consent to let me feed from her.

Still, I end up tracing back to her apartment and crawling into bed beside her, staring at the golden glow of her skin in the lamplight. I brush her thick hair away from her face, studying her sleeping form. She has a heart-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a small nose. Delicate but not fragile. Beautiful in a healthy, outdoorsy way.

Her brows furrow, and her