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‘please fuck me,’ ” Mac ordered.
    She balked at that, at the command, even as the low, hoarse way he said it made her clit spasm. Still, her mouth opened to speak even if something inside her clenched and twisted at the idea of giving him a submission of that sort. Lira sighed, hissing a breath, but nothing else.
    Mac’s fingers curled inside her once more, then stopped. His tongue flickered on her clit once, twice, then only the hot gust of his breath caressed her as he said, “Say it.”
    She’d begun this thinking it would be for him and discovered she needed it as much. Willing, that’s what she’d become. More than willing. Craving, wanton. Mindless.
    “Please, Mac,” Lira breathed. “Please, please fuck me.”
    He was inside her in moments after that, his cock thick and long. It filled her, stretching, unexpected though she’d imagined herself ready for him. He held himself above her just long enough to shift a bit, settling himself deeper inside her. For a moment his thumb pressed her clit.
    She almost came then, but he withdrew the pressure and held himself so still she could feel her heart beating in her cunt—or was it the throb of his pulse beating in his cock, pressed so tight inside her? Lira couldn’t tell. Didn’t care. All that mattered was this feeling.
    “Fuck me,” Lira said.
    He did. Hard and fast. She let go of the headboard to rake her fingertips down his back, and Mac hissed at the scrape. His hand dug into her hair at the base of her skull, pulling her mouth to his. The kiss hurt; she didn’t care. Her teeth cut the inside of her lip, and the taste of blood mingled with his flavor until she gasped for breath.
    Mac rolled them both in a smooth motion, so that she was on top. But that didn’t mean she was in charge, oh hell, no. He slid his hands down her arms to grab her wrists, holding them close at her hips while he fucked into her steadily. Lira wanted to lean forward, to rub her clit against his belly, but she couldn’t with her wrists gripped by his hands. All she could do was rock with him.
    It wasn’t slow or soft, but it was steady, and it was maddening. The world went away as Mac fucked her, and Lira let her head fall back, her hair brushing her shoulders.
    Up, up, and over at last. Like fire, the pleasure filled her, burning away everything but the moment. She shook with it, a cry tripping from her lips. She didn’t care how she sounded. She didn’t care what he might think. Lira gave in to it and let it take her away.
    Before she could come down entirely, Mac let out a low shout. His grip on her wrists had been firm, but now it became briefly painful. In the aftermath of her orgasm, the pain didn’t bother her—the pain rarely did. But she opened her eyes and gave a small gasp at the sudden extra pressure. It was gone in seconds because he let her go. When he did, Lira put her hands flat on Mac’s chest. His heart thumped against her palm. She looked down at him.
    “You should come with me,” she said.
    L IRA WAS LIMPING by the time she got through the synagogue’s front doors. She’d been unable to convince Mac to join her, not when he was certain there were other people left to warn. She understood his need to help, but she couldn’t worry about more people when she had enough responsibility waiting for her in the shelter. She told him where they were, though.
    They didn’t kiss good-bye. Didn’t hug. She’d thought about shaking his hand just to be funny, but Mac had gone so serious she didn’t think the joke would go over very well.
    “You won’t be safe,” he’d told her. “The Army or whatever it’s become doesn’t care who you are. Get your people out.”
    After leaving Mac’s apartment, she’d run into—What could she call them? A pack? A swarm, a herd, a flock? A nest, maybe—a couple dozen Resurrected huddled together, heads tipped back toward the sky like they were waiting for something. She’d been stupid, thinking she could slip