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“with the entire Cadre surrounding us?”
    â€œThe Cadre be damned.”
    â€œMy thoughts exactly, Mrs. Greer.” He pulled me down on top of him and rolled us both over. His cool mouth brushed mine, then traveled to my neck, taking small playful nips. I shivered at the sensation and he laughed in delight. “I wonder,” Mitch whispered against my neck and I could feel his sharpened teeth graze the skin, “how it would feel to drink from you while you drank from me as we made love?” He paused briefly and his breath was warm, enticing. “Shall we find out?”
    I did not need to say anything; he could surely feel the response building in my body as I arched my back and pressed up against him. My gums tingled with the growth of my canines and although I had just fed, an overwhelming hunger washed over me. I had only one thought before the instincts took full grasp of me: I need never again struggle to hold back my passion. My hunger and appetite could no longer threaten the life of this man.
    That he was technically not a man now, but a different creature, a vampire, did not enter my mind. He was Mitch and I loved him. He eased himself from me slightly and his hands traveled down my body, touching and undressing me until I finally lay naked underneath him. The texture of his bulky sweater and the hard coarseness of the jeans he still wore pressed against my bare skin nearly driving me crazy with my need. I reached up and roughly grabbed fistfuls of his sweater, impatiently pulling it over his head and throwing it to the floor. I ran my nails up his back and he stared down at me, not moving, his eyes so blue and intense that I felt bathed in their light. Then their expression changed so suddenly and he jumped up from me so abruptly that I felt I had been dropped off a steep cliff.
    â€œCover yourself,” he growled, “there’s someone outside the door.”

Chapter 4
    M itch did not bother to put his sweater back on; he bounded across the room and flung the door open with an incoherent snarl.
    â€œWell, hello, you must be Mitchell Greer.” I instantly recognized the voice, high-pitched, but with a slight lisp and a reverberating huskiness that almost caused the hair on the back of my neck to rise. Wrapping the red brocade spread around me, I slid off the bed and went to stand next to Mitch.
    â€œVivienne,” I said, my tone wary and cautious, “it is good to see you again.”
    Her eyes raked over me, mocking, yet caressing and she pulled me to her briefly and kissed my cheek. “But of course, when I hear my sister has returned, I wanted to give her a welcome.”
    I introduced them. “Mitch, this is Vivienne. I don’t believe you met her last time we were here.”
    â€œSister?” Mitch questioned, not taking his eyes from her. “Deirdre is an only child.”
    Vivienne threw her head back and laughed her light metallic laugh. “I know that’s how she would wish it, but sisters we are nevertheless. And,” her eyes focused on Mitch’s bare torso, “I couldn’t miss the opportunity to meet my new brother-in-law. But I have interrupted a ménage à deux, haven’t I? I was so anxious to see you both, that I hadn’t thought you might be otherwise involved. Please forgive me.”
    Vivienne headed for the door, then turned with her hand on the knob. “One other thing, mon chers, the days are long here and the corridors are completely safe from sunlight, so after your, ah, sleep, you may wander around as much as you like. And should you wish to join me for a glass of wine, I’d be happy to have you both. Good day.” Opening the door, she walked out with a slow, sensuous stride. I reached over, closed and locked the door, then looked at Mitch.
    â€œYou can stop drooling now, Mitch.” I was only half joking. Vivienne was equipped with more magnetism than should be permissible and even I,