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hands with possessive familiarity over her latex-clad hips and caressed the bare skin beneath the camisole, she leaned back into him, unable to deny her desire for his touch.
    “Play, yes. But if you get hurt, his end will not be pretty. Take care that your toy doesn’t get out of hand. You’ve never wanted to put your hands on him before.”
    “On the contrary, I wanted to put my hands on him the very first time he walked through the door. My mouth, every sweet, slick part of my body that you have touched.” She turned her head so she could catch his ear in her teeth. He gave her an indulgent growl, though his muscles hardened, a predatory response that the Mistress in her liked to goad. “You taught me the sweet pleasures of anticipation,” she whispered. “Denying me until I beg, until I would die to have the barest brush of your mouth at my throat. Even if you only intended to tear into it, take my life.”
    His fingers dug deep into her hair, tugging so her throat was exposed to him in truth. She shivered as the tip of one of those sharp fangs drew a line unerringly down her thudding pulse. “It would be an unforgivable insult to abuse such a beautiful thing. I would make the smallest possible punctures”—he pressed a sharp tip into her—“and sip until you drifted away, a gift to Heaven.”
    She closed her eyes. When she detected a dangerous tension sweep through him, she raised her lashes to see his nostrils flare, his lip curling in a feral warning. “I can smell the blood of his latest kill on you. Have you allowed him to touch you already?”
    “No. I’ve been in the room with him. A few minutes ago.”
    Daegan’s senses were so sharp, on every level. Though guarding her true feelings for him could be agony at times, the challenge of giving so much of herself to him, and so little at once, of being slave and Mistress both, was irresistible to one with her talents. The reason she took so few sessions now was that every interaction with Daegan was as fulfilling and exhausting as any session she’d ever experienced.
    Gideon had called to her in a way she recognized as complementary to both what she had and what she lacked with Daegan. Even for a Mistress, she knew her needs and hungers were more complex and unusual than most, and this was untapped territory. It gave her a shiver of fear and anticipatory pleasure at once. Daegan, she was sure, registered both reactions. His hands cruised up to her breasts, cradled them with deceptive gentleness.
    “Gideon Green,” he said, voice laden with irony. “The best vampire hunter in the world. Hard to find, hard to kill. Should I worry over your obsession?”
    Using her response to his touch, she gave him a breathless laugh. “I would never destroy Nature’s perfection by allowing him to cut off your gorgeous head. I might ask him to snare you, though. Restrain your body so I could stroke it with the tip of the stake, then slowly, slowly, ease it into your flesh, the way your cock eases into me, my body welcoming and destroyed by it at once. A gift to the flames of Hell.”
    He muffled a sudden chuckle against her shoulder, and Anwyn relaxed into his arms, giving herself that brief pleasure as he caressed her throat. “You are such fiery torment, cher , Hell would seem like a vacation. Do you know how many vampires would like to capture him, take days to teach him the error of his career choice?”
    Where their macabre teasing gave her erotic shivers, that didn’t. A cold ball formed in her stomach as she turned her gaze to the screen again. She studied the tilt of his head, the way his uncombed hair fell in unruly disarray over his creased forehead. He’s mine. I won’t let any harm come to him.
    She masked the unexpectedly vehement reaction with a light shrug. “Good thing you care nothing for such temptations.”
    When he gazed down into her face, she held his dark stare. In the beginning, his sensual punishments had been most severe for her