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“What up?”
    Understanding dawned when he shifted and reached down to undo his pants. The brush of his hands against my bare center made me jerk. I gripped his shoulders and pulled myself up, rewarded when his lips closed around my nipple. Groaning, I slipped my hands into his hair as his clever tongue swirled and teased. My hands slid down his chest and he stilled momentarily. I kept moving, unable to stop, lightening my touch as I realized what I was feeling. My fingers traced and bumped over jagged, ridged lines.
    Those hadn’t been there earlier.
    “Mal?”
    “It’s nothing.”
    I shook my head, unable to speak as my throat closed up. Vampires repaired quickly and they could take a lot of damage. If these cuts had been nothing, they’d have already healed. And it hadn’t been my imagination earlier. He wasn’t warm—he was fever-hot.
    He kissed me, hands cupping my face for a moment before they slid down the sides of my neck. “They’ll be gone in an hour but I don’t want to wait an hour.”
    He refused to show weakness around other vampires, which was fine—healthy, even. But it was just us.
    “You should rest. Won’t that help?”
    “If I rest I’ll have to think about it, and I don’t want to think about it,” he said fiercely. “Distract me. Please, let me take care of you.”
    It was the please , wrapped in need, in deep longing, that did it. I nodded, and his arms encircled me. He slid across the seat, releasing my trapped leg. It left me in a graceless position, straddling him with one leg dangling over the arm of the chair. But it was difficult to care. His power rippled as he slowly lowered me onto him.
    He began to move, filling and stretching me, surging up as he slid me down. I leaned forward, bringing our bodies together in a way that made stars build behind my eyes. Touching his face, I traced his eyebrows and cheekbones, the soft curve of his lips and the hard ridges of his emerging fangs. I nipped at his lower lip, then kissed him carefully as my body coiled tighter and tighter. He moved us faster.
    “Do something for me,” he whispered, voice tight. I moaned my assent. His hand covered mine and slid it down between our bodies. I leaned forward in his arms and tipped myself over the edge.

Chapter Three
    W e found the bed eventually , and at some point he lit a pair of fat, white candles. The plane finally reached smooth air and I dozed, sprawled over Malcolm, our legs entwined.
    A change in the sound of the engines dragged me back to consciousness. I yawned, and Mal’s hand played across my back while I stretched and rolled off of him. His skin was smooth and pale, and muscles rippled beneath the surface when I skimmed a hand over his stomach. If I could have stayed there for the rest of my life, I would have been somewhere so far beyond happy there wasn’t even a name for it. But that wasn’t how things worked in reality.
    “We need to get up,” he murmured. Neither of us moved right away.
    “Where are we headed?”
    “A casino.”
    “Oh, hell yes. I’m so going to hit the blackjack table.” I sat up and, when I finished rubbing sleep off of my face, found Malcolm staring at me. “What?”
    “You might wait until you feel the place before you decide to gamble.” He rose to dress and I watched him for a moment, admiring the casual strength of his body, the broad shoulders and dimples at the small of his back. Then I registered what he’d said.
    “Until I feel it? What kind of a casino is this?”
    “It’s at a vampire resort. In a sovereign nation.”
    “I thought we were going to Arizona.” I swung my legs over the side of the bed and wrapped the comforter around me.
    “It’s on tribal land. Each nation chooses their own rules for interacting with vampires.”
    “And this one’s friendly?”
    “As friendly as can be. The entire tribe is vampire. Has been for a hundred and fifty years.” He opened a heavy-duty black trunk, one of six stacked along the wall,