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comfortable.”
    “Never worn them but anything’s worth a try, once.”
    “I have a fantasy about BDUs.”
    I tilted my head back and looked at him. Damn, I could just eat his lips when he smiled.
    “Tell me your fantasy.”
    “Hmm, no underwear for starters.”
    “I like it already.”
    I tweaked his nipple. “No dummy, you don’t wear any, not me.”
    “Continue.”
    “No shirt, but big black military boots, the kind that cover the bloused legs of the BDUs. The pants don’t zip; they button and ride low on your hips.”
    I moved slightly to the side so I could touch his abs. “This,” I touched that muscular indent than ran on both sides of his stomach downward, trailing my fingers across the valley. “This is your kissable V and I love it.”
    I continued with my fantasy, “While I lick my tongue down that kissable trail, I unbutton the top of the BDUs and then move to the next button. Your cock is stiff and pushes against the opening.” My voice had grown throaty as I watched his cock swell with my words. “I slowly undo another button and it’s enough to push your pants past your hips and down to the tops of your boots. Now your cock is mine.”
    The second I took ahold of his cock, he grabbed my hand and removed it so I couldn’t touch him. I looked back up into his eyes seeing hot sizzling need. I gave him my best impish smile and he barked out a laugh that electrified my nerve endings.
    “Tell me something else about yourself, little warrior.”
    Shit, why did my heart speed up when he called me that? “I like to play soccer. Green, just cut grass is my favorite field.” I watched his eyes as I spoke. They were only half-open in a sleepy way but he listened. “I like working as a team and moving the ball downfield. There’s something about the rules; too—civilized in this very uncivilized world we live in. I want to play soccer on grass again before I die.”
    He still held my hand and he gently pried my fingers open. He kissed my palm and tears pressed behind my eyes again. “Now it’s your turn.” I refused to cry and needed him to take my mind off green grass and doom.
    “I want to father a child.”
    Fuck. It was the last thing I expected him to say. “Can you?”
    “No.” Absolute sadness vibrated in that one word.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Do you want children?”
    I didn’t need to think about my answer. “Not during this war. I have a younger sister. I worry about her every day. My parents keep her wrapped in a tight cocoon but when I saw her last, she was afraid. She asked me if it hurt to die. No, I don’t want to bring a child into this world.”
    He kissed my palm again and changed the subject, “How do you feel?”
    “Good.”
    “Are you having trouble keeping your hands off my body?”
    The noise I made was half laugh, half groan. “Do all vampires have your ego?” I realized the overwhelming need I felt earlier to have his cock buried in my pussy was only wishful thinking and not a need so strong I couldn’t function.
    “My body releases a chemical that attracts you.”
    “You… you do make me feel that way.” Fuck, I’d known something was seriously wrong but I didn’t know he was drugging me for his own devious purposes. “You rape my mind to make me want sex?” I tried getting my knees beneath me so I could get out of the bath. Get as far away from him as possible.
    He jerked my hair painfully. “You’re staying right where you are so we can talk. My pheromones only work if you’re attracted to me, tit for tat. I expected a shorthaired muscular she-man who would agree to be my snack while I was here and could discuss war and strategies without shaking in her boots. Believe me, sex would have only been a mutual side benefit if she was willing.”
    It took a few minutes for his entire dialog to work its way through my brain. “They told me you wanted a woman for sex and blood.”
    “Nothing was ever mentioned about sex.”
    He’d seen my tears, now