though he knew that his control wouldn’t last forever.
The thing he’d never thought, however, was that the first time he made love as a vampire would be in the back of a van. But it didn’t matter where they were, because all he could look at was Ursula, her flawless face, and her perfect body. Their surroundings melted into the background.
Being inside her and driving them both to ecstasy was all he was interested in. More and more, the vampire inside him pushed aside the selfless lover from earlier and took over the reins. With it, the hunger for blood moved to the forefront again, more urgent this time. His look veered to the vein at her neck. Her heartbeat pounded in his ears, the blood rushing through her veins sounding like a waterfall that cascaded down into a pool of sloshing water.
He ripped his gaze away from the tempting prize and took her lips instead, distracting himself by kissing her and by concentrating on the way she made his cock feel as her muscles gripped him with each inward stroke.
Pounding harder and deeper into her, he put all his thoughts into one goal: to find his release with her. It was the only thing that could ward off the need for blood for a little while longer.
Releasing her lips, he searched her eyes. “Baby, I’m coming. I can’t . . . ”
Before he could even finish his sentence, his balls tightened, signaling the approach of his climax. A second later, his seed shot through his cock, filling her as he continued thrusting into her.
He breathed hard when he finally collapsed onto her, bracing one leg on the floor in order not to crush her with his weight.
“Oh God,” she sighed.
He lifted his head for a moment. “I’m sorry. You didn’t come. I’ll make it up to you later.” After he’d fed. Right now, he couldn’t risk it.
“It doesn’t matter,” she replied and combed her hand through his hair.
“It does.” And he would find a way for them to climax together, even if it was the last thing he did. “Later.” Right after he’d had his fill of blood. “Let’s go home now.”
Her eyes looked at him questioningly. “Home?”
“Yes, my home.”
“What are you gonna do about the wallet?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll find the guy.”
“Promise me you won’t tell your colleagues about my blood. They can’t find out,” she begged.
How he could keep the information from his colleagues forever, he wasn’t sure. Eventually, he would have to tell them what was going on—particularly if the man whom the wallet belonged to confirmed that Ursula’s blood was a drug to vampires.
“Please.”
Oliver nodded, unable to disappoint her. “I promise.”
20
The nightclub was packed, and the music was blaring. Cain squeezed through the crowd, making a path for himself just as Zane and Amaury did, all the while scanning the throng of people for vampires.
“I don’t see anything wrong,” he yelled to get Zane’s attention.
His boss turned. “The club has three floors and a few private rooms.”
Cain nodded.
“Thomas and a few of our guards should be here already,” Zane added. “But I don’t see them. Amaury and I will go up a story. It looks quiet down here, but nevertheless, check all the rooms on this floor, then follow us if you don’t find anything.”
Cain grudgingly complied and watched them head for the stairs. It didn’t appear that any fight was happening on this floor, and he would much rather join in whatever action was taking place farther up in the building.
“Fuck it,” he cursed. With efficiency, he scanned the dance floor, noticing nothing out of place. Just a mass of people writhing against each other to a monotonous techno rhythm.
He pushed past the sweating bodies, ignoring the scent of heated blood that was more intense whenever a human’s body was hot from exercise or dancing. An array of disparate perfumes mixed in the air-conditioned air of the club, but the air conditioning couldn’t keep up with recycling the used air. The scent of alcohol mingled with it. The clubbers were drinking while dancing, spilling half their drinks on the floor.
Cain scanned the bar that lined the wall beyond the dance floor. Three bartenders were busy serving the never-ending thirst of their clients. Still, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He was about to move on when his eyes were drawn to a man who pressed a young woman against him. Not a man—a vampire, as his aura suggested. Cain zoomed in, but there was