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relax. A kaleidoscope of color competed with the blue of the sky, and for one crazy moment she felt as if only the two of them existed. His body and her body were one and their souls met and melded as his lips sucked on her neck. She cradled his head and gave in to the insistent tug of his mouth on her flesh.
    When Arrow’s mouth left her neck, there was no blood. Only a smal wound of possession. “You are so beautiful.” He kissed her and he became faster with each thrust of his cock.
    Eloise tasted her own blood in her mouth. It was like nothing she could have ever imagined. She was not shocked. It turned her on even more as she panted and held on to his strong frame. The feeling that was tearing through her body demanded nothing less than her total surrender. As she came, screaming in his arms, the birds shrieked once more and the kaleidoscope of color disappeared.
    “Oh I hate you,” Eloise murmured against his mouth. Now she understood how a man could ruin a woman for al other men. There would never be anyone like Arrow. She felt his cock jerk hard as he shot his essence hot and high within her.
    Arrow col apsed in her arms, gathering her close to him. “And I hate you back with a passion.”

Chapter Three
    Eloise had gone straight home after he had spun them back into the al ey from where it al started. Neither said much. They had merely nodded and walked away. It was confusion on her part, but what of him? What did Arrow feel? Eloise knew the plan was to have sex and walk away. But why do I feel so empty and lost? The long, hot shower she’d indulged in had soothed her body but not her restless mind.
    When she pushed through the door to Voodoo You, the store where she worked, Eloise’s knees were stil shaking. And she was hot. So hot. It was as if an unquenchable fire had been lit inside her and it was never going to be put out.
    “What happened?” Mesopia Bril iant, her boss and owner of the New Age-cum-occult store, looked at her with interest.
    Eloise went around behind the counter and deposited her purse under it. She looked inside a box of stock and tried to act as if it were any other workday.
    “Nothing happened.” Work, don’t think about him .
    “Bul shit.”
    Mesopia was one of the few people who could carry off multi-facial piercings while stil looking incredibly attractive. But Eloise suspected that had more to do with the spirit and verve for life that her raven-haired friend projected rather than outward appearance. Not many people could wear nearly twenty face piercings and stil look beautiful. Ears, eyebrows, tongue and lip were al decorated. Eloise only had her ears pierced and some days she knew she looked like crap. But Mesopia was someone who made other people feel good just by being around her. She was also too astute for Eloise’s liking.
    “You’re glowing.”
    Damn. Eloise could feel that glowing bit herself. She had never felt so alive. Al her nerve endings were humming. Her hands stroked the bite mark he’d left. It tingled.
    “What?” Mesopia moved over and looked at her.
    “I screwed the vampire.” Eloise pul ed out one of the smal glass bottles from the box.
    “Wow! The one ? This is huge!” Mesopia’s eyes were wide in wonder.
    “Yeah him.” Eloise looked down at what she held in her hands. “What the hel is this?” Through the glass it appeared to be mucous.
    “Tibetan yak spit.”
    “Eeww.” Eloise dropped it back into the box.
    “It’s a huge sel er. Good for everything for wart removal to impotence.” Mesopia pushed the box away from the other woman. “Oh this so romantic.”
    “Yak spit?” Eloise sighed. She knew what her boss and friend referred to. She had long ago told Mesopia the whole story. “And no, it’s not romantic because I am now stuck with fang face for eternity. Even though we both kid ourselves we’re not, we are. We’re stupid.”

    “Oh that’s sweet. You have nicknames already.” Mesopia leaned on the counter and looked at