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closed her eyes, unable to look at him as she did this. She'd go up in flames if he kept looking at her with a dark, intense gaze.
    With her back against the cool tile the warm water cascaded over her, stinging her sensitive breasts and making her catch her breath. Her circling finger drove the tension in her petite frame higher, her heart hammering as she got closer to the end. Through it all she could feel his dark eyes on her, devouring everything. Every move she made. Watching her make herself come.
    She cried out as the tension reached breaking point. Her body stiffened as her finger swept over her clit one last time, sending her over the edge. Intense pleasure poured through her body, spiralling outwards from her core in delicious waves. She bit her lip as her fingers moved again, prolonging the pleasure for a moment. Then they slowed, stopped.
    Tessa opened her eyes to find him watching her, dark desire swirling in their satin depths. The game wasn't over yet. She smiled a siren's smile as she stepped from the shower, the water sleeting off her naked body like Aphrodite rising from the waves.
    Feral's breath caught in his throat at the look in her eyes. Dark and sultry, they held a sensual promise which stilled the heart in his chest then set it hammering again. She sauntered across the small room, her hips swaying, until she was stood in front of him. Steam rose in delicate coils from her warm, wet skin, bringing him the scent of honeysuckle... a scent unique to her. He breathed in, drawing it over his tongue, tasting, and savouring it. Like a tracker dog, he'd be able to track her anywhere now. An ability granted by his race and enhanced if he took her blood.
    A shiver ran through his heavyset body at the thought, his fangs leaped forth in his mouth. As hard and aching as his body, as she smiled at him, sliding gracefully to her knees.
    “Oh my god,” he breathed as she reached for the buttons on his jeans, knowing what was coming next. His cock jerked in anticipation, strained against the denim. Her eyes held his as her clever fingers worked on the buttons, snapping each free with deliberate slowness.
    She was going to do it, she really was. Feral couldn't believe his luck, leaning back against the door frame and holding his breath in case she changed her mind.
    The last button snapped open and she reached for him, freeing him from the confines of his jeans. He sucked a breath in as her hands closed around his throbbing cock, already rock hard and ready for action. She leaned forwards, her lips opening to take him into her mouth...

    CRASH!!

    The sound of wood splintering and glass shattering froze them both in their tracks, paused in the middle of an erotic still life.
    “Shit!” Feral hissed. He tucked himself back in his jeans in a flash and hauled Tessa to her feet. “Get the baby and get dressed,” He shoved her towards the bedroom door.
    He turned to the other, his amorous mood disappeared into cool professionalism now that there was a threat. His fingers fastened the buttons on the front of his jeans at light speed as he extended his senses past the door and into the apartment beyond.
    There were three of them, heartbeats loud in the sudden stillness of the apartment.
    Feral's eyes glinted with anger and determination. He had no idea who these goons were or what they wanted. Chances were it wasn't to borrow a cup of sugar. No, whatever it was, it was dodgy. Regular visitors waited until you opened the door, they didn't break it down.
    On automatic, his hands reached for the small of his back, for the heavy blades usually tucked into the back of his belt. They closed on empty air. He left his weapons back in his own apartment. Great going, Feral, rookie mistake . Then he smiled. A nasty little expression which had nothing to do with humour. It would have to be fists then. Good, he hadn't had a decent punch up in a while.
    There were two in the corridor outside, still unaware of his presence on the other