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other hand was buried between her thighs, fingers moving at a fast pace. Sliding against flesh hot and slick with her need, the scent of her passion hanging on the air like expensive perfume.
    Like a starving man gazing through a baker’s window Feral watched through the crack in the door. Her fingers picked up the pace as her other hand abandoned her breast, bracing against the glass shower screen. She lifted her foot, propping it against the tiles as she opened her thighs more. Baring more to his intent gaze.
    Feral bit his lip, trying to stay as silent as possible as he shifted his position and tried to ease the raging hard-on in his pants. But the increased moans from the bathroom made it impossible. They weren't loud; if the door had been closed he wouldn't have heard them over the shower. But the door was open, he could hear them, and the sound of her pleasuring herself was driving him insane!
    Sqqqueak!
    He froze, eyes widening as the floorboard beneath his foot squeaked loudly. Oh shit, she had to have heard that! He looked up, straight through the crack in the door, to meet her startled eyes. But, as he watched, the sultry look returned, her fingers moved again.
    Emboldened and feeling as though he had been given permission, Feral pushed the door wider, leaned in the doorway to watch.

    Tessa couldn't believe she was actually doing this! She was standing in the shower, naked and pleasuring herself in front of a guy. Not just any guy but the hottest guy she'd ever met, no matter what the species. Leaning back against the tiles she spread her thighs a little more, revelling in the flash of dark heat in his eyes. Oh god, am I really doing this? Or was this some kind of sensual spell cast by the Kyn... Vampires could do things like that couldn't they?
    But even as she watched him, her fingers sliding and circling her clit again, Tessa knew it wasn't a spell. He didn't have the sensual aura she always associated with vampires from books and films. He just oozed danger, right from the top of his shaved head to the bottoms of his booted feet. The sort of guy you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. Except Tessa did, he had that bad boy aura she always found attractive.
    She held his eyes with hers. Lifting the hand on her breast she slid one finger into her mouth, sliding it slowly between her lips. His eyes bulged a little, his nostrils flared as she suckled on it for a moment, hollowing her cheeks. She slid the finger in and out of her mouth suggestively, the fantasy getting to her as well.
    Giving a guy a blow job was one of her favourite things to do, she loved the feel of a hard cock in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second as she imagined stepping out of the shower and strutting over to him in the doorway. Opening his pants and taking the hard erection she could see straining the fabric into her hands, into her mouth.
    She shivered, the idea pushing her closer to the edge. If only he could hear what she was thinking! She didn't think she'd be alone in the shower for long. Almost as though her thought had triggered it, he started to step forward. She shook her head, pulled her finger out of her mouth. Her look warning him if he did anything until she said, until she was ready, then the game was over.
    He stopped instantly, getting the message and settling back into his former position.
    Tessa nodded approval, her hand starting to trail downwards. Her thumb traced along her delicate collarbone before one finger slid around the curve of her breast, her eyes on him all the time. He obviously liked what she was doing, his attention riveted on the path of her fingers, expression eager. She smiled and gave him what he was waiting for, rolling her nipple in her fingers, the wet pads creating a delicious friction.
    Her eyes rolled back in her head at the dual assaults of her fingers on her sensitised nipple and circling her clit. The ache between her thighs hardened. Just a little more, a little further... She