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mold and sweat was the richness of
sex. The unmistakable musk filled each shallow gasp. Despite the pain affecting
every inch of my body, I shot upright. Scratchy, pink cotton sheets slid over
my bare breasts to pool around my hips. Why was I naked? The simplest answer
was usually the correct one. I fought logic.
    “No. No. No,” I gasped.
    Confusion pounded my head into the first starbursts of a
migraine. I refused to think about the intimate places that burned. I refused
to identify why my skin was sticky and tight with dried fluids. It was mostly
blood. And sweat.
    If I dwelled on it I’d cry. Instead I tried to think about
how I’d gotten here. Where was here? A mammoth chunk of my memory was missing.
I had to think. I had to calm down. I’d start at the beginning. Where had I
been? What was the last conscious thought I’d had before the darkness swallowed
me? Where had the darkness spit me out?
    Shimmering wings brushed through my subconscious. Something
slithered under my skin.
    The graveyard. Micah. The succubus. Chanting.
    Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood…The Vampire Queen
and the Demon Son…
    Oh, the demon bitch was going to die.
    Someone beside me groaned. Reluctantly, I looked to the
source of that sound. I didn’t want to see who was beside me. All of this had
to be some cruel joke, it had to be.
    The sight of familiar broad shoulders sucked away any air I’d
managed to capture. Micah lay on his side, bare feet hanging off the end of the
bed. The other half of the sheet I was clutching against myself was intimately
intertwined with his body. His naked body. He hugged the sheet closer, cradled
it in his arms like his beloved shotgun.
    I stared at the exposed curve of his muscular thigh, his
hip. I stopped at the crimson tattoo branding his flesh. When the hell had he
gotten a tattoo? The design etched into his skin was intricate, almost tribal.
Thick lines crossed over his hip and curled down his abdomen to disappear under
the sheet like a lover’s caressing hand. The sight was the sexiest thing I’d
ever seen. Lust whipped through me and stole all rational thought. With a slow
and consuming gaze, I traced my way up the length of his lean body. Despite his
demon hunting, bar brawling and active lifestyle, he wasn’t bulky. He was
slender and tightly defined. The combination was delicious.
    In the dimness of the room his muscles looked different,
more seductive. I shook my head and tried to focus. As the sun emerged outside,
the rosy glow inside the room intensified. The light caught Micah’s skin and
made it glisten. Was he covered in blood or was it the damned pink tint? I
sniffed. Recoiled. He was covered in blood. My blood? His blood?
    My fingers trembled against the fangs pressed into my lower
lip. This time my nausea had nothing to do with pink.
    Micah rolled onto his back and let out a sharp, pained sound
for his efforts. The sheet covering him slipped away one inch at a time to
expose the rest of his tattoo and his hardening penis. Oh. My. God. His
breathing shifted and his heartbeat responded as mine had. He was awake,
confused and knew he wasn’t alone. Without opening an eye, his hand patted
across the slender gap of bloodstained sheets between us.
    I wanted nothing more than to disappear. I couldn’t move,
not even when the heat of his hand found my calf. I tensed, stopped breathing,
but didn’t move away. His hand was rough, the pads just a little bit scratchy
from calluses. I got flashes of repressed sensation. Arousal tightened my body
and clenched things low in my stomach. Slowly, Micah slid his caress over my
knee, tickled it up the inside of my thigh like a familiar lover. Fire chased
his touch and I was too stunned to do anything but sit there and stare at his
closed eyelids.
    It wasn’t until he squeezed my thigh, possessive and
claiming, that I jumped and let out an embarrassed squeak.
    My yelp opened his eyes. I forced mine shut. I couldn’t look
at him. I didn’t want