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and wake with her every morning. Sure, they’d have problems. She’d pissed off powerful people. Not to mention her line of work. An assassin—someone who killed people for a living.
    Damn it to all hell.
    He shook his head and settled back.
    His life had just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated.

Chapter Three
    Something incredibly soft brushed the tip of Arden’s nose. She shifted on the warm, lumpy padding beneath her head to avoid the somewhat annoying contact. When she felt the softness sweep against her face a second time, she slid off the hard pillow and shifted away from the disturbance interrupting her sleep.
    A delectable woodsy scent lined her nostrils, the fragrance so heady and alluring it burned the back of her throat. Her hunger emerged, flaming the miserable ache churning in the pit of her belly, worsening the cotton dryness in her mouth.
    How long had it been since she’d fed?
    She struggled to remember. Logic and time faded. Nothing mattered but the delicious ambrosia that sang to her—taunting the canines in her mouth, which extended and throbbed, yearning for appeasement. A decent feeding would keep her sated for days. And the blood calling to her was unlike any she’d tasted before.
    Potent, masculine…
    Powerful.
    She darted out her tongue and lapped at sultry bare skin. The hot and incredibly smooth flesh quivered at the first salty taste, pressed closer to her eager lips. She detected the strong, steady drumming of a heartbeat just beneath.
    After so long.
    No more pain. No more hunger.
    With eyes closed, she moved upward, following the promise of the richest blood imaginable. The silky skin beneath her lips changed, growing softer as she found the vulnerable hollow of a bared throat. A rhythmic throbbing met her mouth, the steady pulse increasing as she bathed the area with her tongue. She pressed her palms against the sinewy chest beneath her hands, sliding her body up and over a firm set of hips.
    A throaty groan rumbled against her ear, the sound husky and deep. Large hands grasped her hips to guide her closer. She straddled the waist that flattened beneath her, getting comfortable as she hovered above her prey. The pounding heartbeat against her lips thrummed in her ears, growing louder, until the pain in her fangs became unbearable.
    Sharp incisors scored flesh and sank past the giving softness of skin. A thin veil of muscle parted and gave way, allowing her to pierce the large vein beneath. The blood that coated her tongue was everything it promised to be—delicious, rich and unbelievably addictive. Behind the intense fulfillment of the first swallow was something completely unexpected.
    Desire.
    She ground her pussy against the muscular stomach beneath her, craving more than the blood offered. The lust was tangible, making her nipples hard as a rush of wetness coated her panties. Encouraged by the hands that guided her to follow a rocking motion, she groaned as she swallowed. Her body burned with the need for release, her breasts heavy, pointed nipples sensitive. Her wet sex clenched, the very center of her being aching for something more.
    “Christ,” a hoarse voice croaked.
    The fingers along her hips squeezed, moved and raked across the fleshy portion of her ass and stayed there. She swallowed once, twice, a third time. Each swallow provided the strength she didn’t realize she lacked. The rush was consuming, overcoming reason.
    Have to stop.
    Her hunger refused to lessen, taunted by practiced hands that trailed up her torso. Her breasts were cupped and palmed, her nipples brushed so softly by large thumbs she wanted to scream. She pressed her aching pussy into the hot skin beneath her, undulating and grinding her mound against the hard bulk as she drank.
    Erotic images of being taken from behind on her hands and knees—her lover bracing his hands on her ass—flashed in her mind. Her skin flushed in excitement and anticipation, and she pressed her lips against the wound that