The Ninja Vampire's Girl

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Author: Michele Hauf
yet it's soft as down."
    "When an angel dies one single feather remains. The Sinistari collect them as war prizes. You take it, love. Stick it in your hair."
    She did, and the thing almost looked glamorous, if the fact wasn't that it had come from a murderous angel who’d fallen to earth intent on screwing mortal women.
    "You should go," I said, standing and shaking out my broken leg. "Sun's soon up."
    "You need to avoid it more than I do. Will you walk me home?" she inquired innocently. But her tone offered a promise of something much more than urgent kisses and groping.
    I chuckled. "Are you making a pass at me, love?"
    "Well, you did imply that we would finish what we had started after we took care of the big bad." She splayed a hand over the glittering remains of the angel. "Big bad defeated."
    I'd never seen the lash-fluttering move utilized so skillfully. I could taste her sweetness on my tongue. And I wanted to feel the air she moved with her lashes against my lips.
    "Can you walk?"
    "In a few minutes. Just need to give it a bit to heal."
    "Maybe this will help."
    Truly, her kisses could be bottled and sold as medical aid. Coco's mouth against mine chased off the pain, and the horror of standing before the Fallen and ramming the blade up into its chest. The agony I'd witnessed cross its kaleidoscope eyes had momentarily made me question my goal. Who was I—a true bloodsucking monster—to judge yet another monster? All of it was now obliterated by Coco's kiss.
    Encircled in her arms, I began to drown, sinking deeper into a bright and wondrous abyss. Not a monster .
    And I began to believe it.
    I stepped onto my right foot and tested the leg. Healed. "You're good for me, love. Those kisses of yours are wicked powerful."
    "Come on." She grabbed my arm, and I followed her dash through the warehouse.
    "We have to beat the sun. My flat is a good jog away."
    I didn't protest. In fact, I clasped her hand in mine and tugged her into the shadows, hugging the building walls, yet keeping up the race against the sun.

Seven
    Clothing fell about our feet. I turned and wiggled my shoulders while Zane tugged at the corset strings crisscrossing down my back. The sun brightened the world outside, but I'd hastily pulled the curtains and Zane helped me throw a blanket over the pale bedroom sheers to darken the room.
    The stiff corset loosened and fell. Zane's hands eased along my spine, massaging.
    "How'd you know I needed that?" I asked, but the question ended in a satisfied moan.
    "You've marks on your pretty flesh, love. Let me kiss them away."
    His hot mouth touched me there, where the corset had imprisoned me, and there, soft and tender, a dash of his tongue easing away the aches. A tickle and then the sizzle as our body heat combined in a wicked dance.
    I gasped as his hands glided down my hips and his kisses moved to the top of my derriere. There he licked a zigzagging line over my skin, burning his mark into me.
    I reached back, slipping my fingers into his spiky hair, unable to ask for what I wanted, and surrendering to the devastating touches.
    "Turn about, love."
    He knelt before me, shirt off, and exposed abs and delts that required merciless licking and maybe even a few love nips. I was naked, and had never stood so boldly before a man on his knees before. I wanted to clasp my arms across my breasts.
    And then I wanted to be worshipped by the twinkle in his deep blue eye.
    Tossing back my head, I closed my eyes to the first touch of his tongue to my mons. He glided along the V of my thigh and down to tease at my humming center. One hot stroke sent my body to a delicious shiver.
    I raked my fingers through his hair and he rose to lift me and lay me on the bed, stretching my arms above my head and across the sheets as my hips rose to his ministrations. Oh, sweet mercy, he could have me in mind, body and soul.
    And yes, even blood.
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    Coco's skin was like silk and had the fine color of milk chocolate warmed by the
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