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“That wasn’t taking care of me?” she asked innocently, having fun tempting him.

“No teasing the vampire, Little girl. You’ll bite off more than you can chew.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Mara laid her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the flex of his muscles against her as he carried her to the dining room.

Chapter

Twelve

Waking up against Darius could become an addiction. Mara chuckled to herself quietly. Darius brushed a hand over her arm and hugged her closer.

“Are you awake, Little girl, or dreaming of giggling?”

“Do people do that? Laugh in their sleep?” she asked, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“I’m sure. Did you have an enjoyable nap?”

“I did.” Her mouth stretched open wide in a big yawn. “I can’t believe I actually slept again.”

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Really good.”

Darius had answered some of her questions about the kidnapping after lunch. Not everything, since he didn’t have a concrete reason why the men had taken her. She still had a bunch of questions about what had happened to the kidnappers. When Darius assured her she wouldn’t have to talk to the police about the incident, she guessed they were no longer around. Was she bloodthirsty to not care that Darius had erased them permanently? She actually felt better knowing they couldn’t come back to abduct her again.

Mara ran her hands over Darius’s muscular chest. Caressing his skin did something deep inside her. Ignited a yearning that she’d never experienced before. “How do you draw me like a moth to a flame?” she whispered and gasped when he flipped their bodies quickly to pin her to the mattress.

“You’re my mate, Zoí mou.”

“And you’re mine?”

“Exactly.”

“You’re addictive—like a drug I want more of.”

His eyes blazed red. Mara had noted that only happened when he was pissed or turned on. She trailed her fingers down the center of his torso to his waistband. He wasn’t wearing anything under the denim. She flicked open the button and slid one hand inside to wrap around his thick cock.

“You’re already hard.”

“Being near you has that effect,” he growled and groaned as she tightened her grip. “Be careful, Little one. I need to stay in control so I don’t hurt you.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to hold yourself back. Make love to me, Darius. Like you’ve always dreamed of claiming your mate. Show me what pleases you.”

His face hardened as he struggled for control. The battle showed in his expression. “Don’t poke the bear, Mara. You might end up with more than you can handle.”

“I’ll risk that.”

Mara stroked her hand from the root to the broad tip of his cock as she reached up to pull his face to hers. His mouth captured hers, and he feasted on her lips as if he were starving for her taste. Mara caressed the hard muscles of his back as she drew her free hand down to open his jeans completely.

Ripping her mouth from his, she tugged at the worn material and demanded, “Off!”

A blur before her eyes, he moved fast and straddled her hips. “One of us is overdressed.”

When she sat up, he pressed her shoulder to the mattress, pinning her in place. “Let Daddy.” Darius grabbed the neckline of the T-shirt with both hands and ripped the fabric open. A flick of his fingers over her shoulders eliminated the seams. Darius easily tugged the fabric from under her and tossed the shirt.

“Hey! I liked that shirt.”

“I’ll give you another,” he promised and kissed her until she clung to him.