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worse and better.
    â€œDreams. Erotic fantasies—”
    â€œGoddamn it, no!”
    She couldn’t help the way her back arched off the bed, her breasts heated points, full and heavy. This was too much. She had to relieve the pressure. The pain.
    No longer caring if he watched, if she exposed herself before this stranger, she thrust her hand into the waist of her panties, slid past the curls of her mound and sought her clit with two fingers, desperate for relief. The bed shifted, and hands stronger than hers grabbed her wrists, yanking away the temporary cure to her problems. Kicking at him, she cried out when Corin wrenched her hands above her head, his body outstretched over hers. “Not yet,” he all but growled. “Think, Jasmine, and I’ll help you.”
    Thrashing, fighting him with everything she had, Jasmine writhed, gasping as she tried to push down the ache and free herself from him. “Nothing, I swear…God, please…”
    Corin shifted, his pelvis crushing against her clit and sending a jolt straight into the midst of the firestorm in the middle of her body. She could have wept with relief. Then, just as quickly, he removed the harsh brush of his body from hers.
    â€œNo!” she cried out.
    â€œHelp me, and I’ll help you.”
    If she bit down any harder on her lip, she’d draw blood. That realization brought an instant discovery of pleasure with it. A subtle calming.
    She sucked in her breath. Held it.
    Just before starting to exhale, some instinct told her to hold on to her precious air for just a moment longer.
    As swiftly as it had risen, the feeling washed away. So did the need. Darkness hovered so close and she relaxed, waiting for it to bring her into its warm embrace. She glanced up, stared into Corin’s handsome face. Looked upon lips she had the sudden desire to lick into submission. Lingered on the strong pulse beating on his throat.
    â€œDon’t hold your breath! Jasmine, breathe—”
    So sweet, this pull.
    Stronger, better than the ache and the pain. And Jasmine let it carry her into darkness.

Chapter Six
    Fuck.
    Fuck. Fuck.
    This was not what he meant to happen. Not by a long shot. He had seconds, a minute max, before Jasmine awoke—and brother, when she did, she was going to be pissed. If he thought she’d been wild and dangerous before, it came nowhere close to the feral beast that would awaken. Why the hell did she let herself get so worked up? So he’d left out the part about her intense fear and holding her breath against the onslaught of emotions piling up on her, thus making her a prime candidate for losing consciousness. A temporary reprieve, sure, but it wouldn’t indefinitely stave off what her body longed for. As a healthcare worker, she should have known better.
    Fuck.
    As if on cue, her eyes opened.
    Jasmine’s mouth opened in a noiseless scream. Already he saw the points of her incisors getting longer. Before long she would be capable of piercing skin and drawing upon the blood she so desperately craved, yet did not realize was what she hungered after.
    Her body bucked beneath his, and Corin lost all hope of trying to draw the information out of her. He wondered if he was strong enough to battle the scent of her arousal, the sweet cinnamon draw of her skin as the transformation moved through her body, changing her permanently. Mother Nature, or whatever damned creature had decided the vampire should live and procreate, made good and certain new vampires kept their sires’ attention, at least until capable of fending for themselves. It didn’t matter that he had nothing to do with creating her. All that mattered was that chemical intoxication she sent scattering into the atmosphere.
    Always in his dealings, he dealt with both a fledgling and its sire. Always. How to handle this, how to avoid her lure, was nothing short of foreign. He only knew of the cure that sires fed to their charges to