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you’ll lie still
while I undress you and explore your body until I find the perfect
spot to sink my teeth into?”
    Erica looked up at the swirls of neon pink on
the ceiling. Her nerve endings were on fire. She should have gotten
up and walked out--run out. But all she could think of was how much
she wanted him to do just as he described.
    Oh God. This can’t be happening. I’m not hot
for a vampire. I’m not.
    “Finish your drink. It’s time to take a
walk.”
    This time Erica had no luck keeping her hands
from shaking. Her drink sloshed a little, and a drop landed on the
table. Max glanced up sharply as the remaining ice cubes clinked
together like old bones. “Take it easy.”
    He touched his finger to the glistening drop
on the table then touched the spot just above her exposed
collarbone. The cold jolted her, shot an arrow of fire to her core.
Involuntarily she arched her back when he brought his head down and
licked the spot where he’d just dabbed her skin. The small sound
she made in the back of her throat surprised them both.
    “Right there. That’s a good spot. I can drink
from there and you can hide it under your clothes during the day,
but you’ll know it’s there. Every time you see the mark, you’ll
remember I was there.”
    “What are you trying to--”
    “Let’s go, now.” Again he cut her off. He
withdrew his hand from her leg slowly, trailing each finger from
her aching flesh one at a time, leaving her breathless.
    He left a folded bill on the table and pulled
her to her feet. “Can you walk?”
    “Of course,” she said with confidence she
didn’t feel. In the time they’d been sitting, she’d forgotten how
to walk, how to talk, how to do anything other than exactly what he
told her to do. Her body rebelled with a dizzy rush and she
swayed.
    He caught her around the waist and righted
her, tucking her against his side in a possessive embrace. “You’re
doing fine. But you’ll need to learn some discipline. I’m looking
forward to teaching you all you need to know.”
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Club Dead’s grotto was no place for Erica.
Not in the state she was in at the moment, anyway. Max felt her
shaking as he walked her slowly through the narrow corridor that
led to the club’s infamous back room. If he could have left her out
front, he would have, but the way she smelled right now, no vamp in
the place would be able to resist her.
    The act he’d put on for the benefit of Club
Dead’s staff and patrons had been a good one. From the delicious
scent of arousal on her skin, Max could tell it certainly worked on
Erica. That surprised him. At some point she’d transformed from a
frightened, naturally defiant ice princess, into the kind of
submissive feeder for which the average vampire would pay double
the going rate. The way she’d taken his instructions, and the way
she’d licked her lips when she watched the couples at the other
tables made him hungry and hard.
    It wouldn’t be easy to shake it off and keep
his needs in check until he got her home--and left her there. He’d
not only need to feed tonight, he’d need to sate his sexual
desires, too. If he hadn’t been working, he’d have insisted they
forget the grotto and go back to his apartment. Max was fortunate
in that most of his neighbors thought he was human and it didn’t
matter to him if they saw him bring women home. They would assume
just what he wanted them too, that he was a bachelor with a lot of
dates. The fact that he rarely brought the same woman home twice,
was none of their concern.
    As he guided Erica down the hallway and into
the grotto where a low, insistent beat and the sound of gurgling
fountains competed with moans and gasps of pleasure, he reviewed a
list of feeders he could call on to provide more than just a fix
for his hunger. He refused to acknowledge the fact that none of
them would satisfy him completely. He didn’t just want blood and
sex. He wanted Erica, and that was bad