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fuck out of his system. He blamed his Shaman blood for that extra dose of lust, like a mosquito bite that always needed scratching.
    “What would you like?” she asked. A grin played on her lips and he knew she wasn’t talking about the beer. She knew about Vampires.
    He laughed, a dark melody. “Not interested.”
    A lie, he was. More than he should be. She should’ve been gone by now and yet she stayed, which meant he couldn’t leave until he knew what she wanted.
    She tipped her head slightly. “I could teach you a trick or two.” She took two steps toward him, hips swinging. Then she stopped and drained what was left of the beer before offering him the empty bottle. “Nice, but it never lasts long enough.”
    William blinked. Was she suggesting his performance wasn’t up to scratch? How was that even possible? He’d given her everything. The spell had made sure she’d experience pleasure and climax. He closed the distance. His fingers, calloused from years of playing violin, wrapped around hers and the bottle. His other hand snaked around the back of her neck. He pressed his lips to hers.
    Personal, too personal. But maybe that was what she wanted. It was what he wanted, to cross that line and for a moment hold someone in his arms. One kiss wouldn’t hurt. His tongue swept over her lip and her mouth opened. Her tongue darted out, caressing his and leaving no doubt what she wanted from him. It had been a long time since he’d given himself permission to be close to someone.
    She tasted of his beer and smelled of sex. His blood heated. He wanted her again. Wanted more of her. His fangs lengthened and the magic built, feeding on the emotional energy, ready to lull her into that false sense of security so he could take what he wanted. He pulled away and drew in a breath.
    That was why he wasn’t safe. His father’s blood was like poison. Always there and always tempting him to do something morally questionable. He smiled at the woman, she didn’t know how close she’d come to being swept into his spell again and losing her mind.
    “I doubt there is anything in your repertoire that I haven’t done at least a dozen times.” He took the empty beer bottle from her. Then realized how harsh he’d sounded. Not good. He didn’t want to be remembered as a bastard. He wanted them to remember him as a considerate lover, a nice guy—even if he did have an endless string of affairs.
    “What’s your name?” he touched her cheek with the back of his hand and smiled, revealing his fangs.
    Her gaze flicked to his mouth and she swallowed. “Claire.”
    Claire, such a pretty name. It suited her. “You know what I am?”
    She nodded. “Vampire.”
    How many other Vampires had she let bite her? Is that what she looked for in a man? A set of fangs? At this moment he didn’t care, it had been a while between bites, and if she tasted as lovely as she looked, it could be a very pleasant night for both of them.
    “You want to be bitten?” His fingers trailed over her pulse. It was the beat of a song, calling to him and needing to be played.
    Her gaze didn’t leave him as she nodded again. If she’d said no and bolted for the door, that would’ve been much safer—for both of them.
    “You want to come back to the hotel?”
    Her lips curved. That was exactly what she wanted. And once she was there? What if he enchanted her again? Did it matter when she was willing? One night wouldn’t hurt her.
    “You agree to let me bite you and fuck you?” His hand slid down her neck to the top of her breast and traced the curve of soft flesh. Her heartbeat echoed in his ears, still fast and driven by lust, as if she wasn’t sated.
    “Yes.”
    It was too easy. She was offering herself on a plate. His fangs ached and his cock was hard again. He should be the one walking away; he was four centuries older and supposedly wiser. Maybe she had enchanted him. Ah hell. It had been too long since he’d woken up with someone in his bed.