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him, pulling him closer. Heat against heat. His tongue traced her lips, then slipped inside and did something wicked that had her heart thundering, her mouth watering for…more.
    His lips trailed away, dropping kisses along her jaw, that sensitive skin below her ear, making her shiver. Then his fangs grazed the skin of her neck and she moaned, the thought of him taking her blood so utterly arousing – when she suddenly felt a pop in her mouth. She searched with her tongue and found fangs had dropped down from her gums, but before she could react in any way, he was there again, stealing her thoughts and breath once more.
    When they finally broke apart, they were breathing heavily.
    His voice was deep, husky, “The fangs drop, if you’re angry, being attacked…or aroused.”
    Stella tensed, suddenly realizing that Nero had only kissed her just to show her that and n ot because he wanted to. Pulling back from him and wishing she could push away the hurt and embarrassment as easily, she nodded, and forced her voice to be light, “Okay. Thanks for showing me, but I guess I’m not that hungry after all. It was a tiring day, I’m gonna go. See you tomorrow.”
    Hoping it didn’ t look anything like the escape it was, she headed for the door and left the room.

SIX
    After a rather calm patrol and a couple of hours of sleep, Nero still wished he hadn’t given in and kissed her. It had been a mistake. After everything Stella had been through , losing his control there for a moment or two hadn’t been the way to go. Nero couldn’t even explain his reaction to her, this hold she had over him especially considering that they had only just met. But Stella had simply gotten under his skin . Her beauty, her smile and those fearless eyes of hers had pushed the right buttons in him from the start, and then the feel of her fangs which had never dropped down before until he’d kissed her. It had been quite the heady thought and it had pulled him under.
    He was a patroller, a warrior of his race, and prided himself on control and honor. Both had been utterly lost to him last night. God, that mouth of hers. And that tongue. Inwardly he groaned, in bliss and despair. No matter how much he had enjoyed it…ravaging her like that when her life had just been turned upside down? Definitely not one of his finest moments. Nero shook his head at himself and rubbed a hand across his face.
    His feet had carried him to the King’s private rooms, while he had been lost in thought. Gathering himself, he ordered his mind to the here and now, and after a nod towards two of the King’s personal guards guarding the door, Nero entered.
    The King’s private rooms took up the entire floor – and not the upper floor, contrary to what most people and even most patrollers believed – and didn’t resemble the throne room at all. Whereas the throne room radiated darkness and respect from the King’s sheer presence, the air laden with authority, these rooms felt welcoming. The windows were only slightly darkened, leaving daylight to spill inside and on the natural oak wood of the floor and furniture and on cream walls.
    B eing one of his best patrollers and, more importantly, having grown up with Vago after Nero’s patroller parents had died when he was still a child, Nero was one of the few to have entered the King’s sanctuary. Whatever Vago wanted to talk to him about, it wouldn’t leave the room – inside these walls Nero would talk to his friend, not the King.
    Vago came out of his bedroom, dressed in a fine, black suit and accompanied by a shadow that was Arnyek, his personal guard who never left his side, not even in his own home. A lot of people envied Vago the position as King, but that it went with having basically no privacy or alone time whatsoever was certainly something they tended to forget.
    While Arnyek became another piece of furniture - albeit a very alert one - Vago greeted Nero and asked, “How was your patrol?”
    Following