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her mind hated
.
    Her hatred was an aphrodisiac
.
    When he almost couldn’t hold on anymore, he bit into his wrist. When the blood was flowing, he held her head to the small wound and wouldn’t let her go until he was sure she’d swallowed a few drops. Only a little for now, just enough to start the craving
.
    When she gasped from the new fire running through her, he pushed her back on the bed and entered her. He drove into her hard and fast, making sure she knew it was his cock she served
.
    For now
.
    Forever
.
    Laurent woke hard as a rock, and with a headache that felt like somebody had justdropped a ton of lava into his head. He felt around quickly, finding the bed empty. He could barely lift his head to look, but the room was empty as well.
    Thank God for that!
    It had only been a dream. Some horrible nightmare. One that left him aroused and covered in sweat. He flopped back down on the pillow, eyes tightly shut. The pain in his head was so bad, he wasn’t sure if he was even up to jacking off. He took deep, steady breaths, working to get his body calm and his head clear.
    What had
that
been about? Eden Faveau hadn’t pissed him off enough for him to want to play those kind of games with her. Sex, yeah, but rape—?
    But wasn’t that what he was supposed to want—a harem of devoted blood slaves? That shouldn’t have been a nightmare; it was supposed to be every Tribe Prime’s fondest dream. That kind of rape was what he
should
fantasize about. Instead, he woke up frightened and disgusted.
    Justinian was right. He didn’t have what it took to be a Prime.
    Laurent snarled into the darkness, hating the pack leader who might be his sire. And hating himself.
    Or maybe it was the headache he hated. His ability to self-heal was toning the pain down, but it wasn’t completely going away. What was with that?
    His senses told him it was midday, but a heavy curtain covered the bedroom’s small window. So it wasn’t sunlight causing the pain. Of course, there was silver, garlic, and hawthorn wood placed all over the small apartment. He had allergies to all of them, and other various herbs and stuff. The concentration of substances might be the problem, added to the fact that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten any real rest. Vampires didn’t need to sleep often, but when they did …
    â€œWhat the—?” he muttered at the sound of a voice coming from the living room, just as he was about to fall back asleep.
    He sensed only Eden in the place, so she must be on the phone. Laurent scrubbed his hands over his face and concentrated. Even with the headache and several doors between them, his hearing was good enough to make out Eden’s voice if he tried.
    â€œâ€”don’t think the local vampire community is taking the threat seriously. Or maybe it’s a lack of respect for us. How are we supposed to work on this case twenty-four/seven”—shepaused to yawn—“if the Prime assigned to it doesn’t even take the daylight drugs? And does that pose a security risk? We’ve assumed that use of the drugs tones down the vampire’s natural violent tendencies. Still, I have to admit that I have yet to see any unstable or violent tendencies exhibited by Wolf. I’m the one who insisted he attack the Tribe members in the parking lot; he was in favor of a strategic retreat. When he did use force, it was quite efficient, but flashy. He drew attention to our presence. They’re not supposed to do that.”
    She paused.
    By this time Laurent had figured out that his human partner was dictating some sort of report. He started to doze off again.
    Then she said, “He kissed me. I liked it.”
    Of course you did
. He smiled. Maybe he should do it again. He remembered his dream and shook his head. Though he planned on seducing her, now wasn’t the best time.
    â€œI suppose the reaction was telepathically