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You weren’t bitten by me.

Now she had been. Oh, yes, she had been.

He eased down her body, making a trail with his mouth and tongue. His sensual caresses had her aching even more with need. Her sex was wet, and Miranda was so eager that her body trembled.

Her drawstring shorts were shoved out of the way. By her, by him, she couldn’t really tell for certain. Then he was touching the crotch of her panties. Stroking her through the cotton.

Then he ripped the panties away.

His fingers closed over her thighs, a move reminiscent of the night before. She parted her legs quickly for him, wanting to feel the thick length of his cock against her. But he needed to ditch his boxers. She wanted to feel him, skin to skin.

His fingers moved to her core. He caressed her. Stroked. Strummed his fingers over her clit. “Miranda…” His voice was a velvet growl in the darkness. “Your scent is driving me crazy.”

Then he was on the floor. Crouching on his knees. One hand wrapped tight around her thigh. The other claiming her eager core. His head hovered over her stomach. The dark locks of his hair were close enough to touch and⁠—

His mouth brushed against her clit. His tongue worked her, licking her again and again and sending her into a frenzy of desire. He tasted. He took. His tongue drove inside of her, then rushed back to claim her clit again. Licking. Sucking. Kissing.

Her fingers sank into his hair and her hips slammed up to meet his demanding mouth. Moans rose in her throat, because what he was doing, it felt so good. His tongue retreated. Teased. Drove inside her again.

Her sex tightened. Her orgasm threatened. So close. The promise of pleasure was just a few seconds away.

Cain was one good lover. Certainly the best at⁠—

Another lick from his skilled tongue. Another. Another. It had been so long for her. Over six months since she’d kicked Peter out. Her body ached. She needed. Cain’s tongue drove deep and Miranda shattered, seemed to literally fall apart, as a blast of pleasure rocked through her.

The tremors still shook her sex when he rose above her. Cain was on his knees, and he jerked her body to the end of the couch. He fumbled, reaching for the jeans that were on the floor. A sharp rip of sound filled the air. Then he was moving again, and pressing the tip of his thick cock between her legs.

“Hold on,” he ordered, voice barely recognizable as a man’s.

The beast had to be close.

But she refused to feel fear. Not now.

Only hot pleasure.

Her legs wrapped around his hips.

His cock slammed deep, a driving thrust that intensified the soft aftershocks of release vibrating through her. His fingers clenched around her hips and he lifted her up, plunging deep over and over in a rhythm that became increasingly wild.

And she loved it. Every frantic second. His jaw was clenched. Those eyes of his shining brightly with that powerful inner light. She caught a glimpse of his fangs, but instead of frightening her, the sight caused a lick of heat to burst inside of her.

More than a man. So much more.

Cain angled her body so that with every thrust of his cock, he brushed over the tight nub of her desire. The pleasure built again. The need grew just as desperate as before and, suddenly, she was the one clawing at his arms. Moaning. Thrashing beneath him.

He made a low sound in his throat, one that she couldn’t quite discern. His head dropped to her chest and he licked her nipple. Rough flicks of his tongue that made her burn with arousal.

His tongue. Wet. Strong. The desire she felt for him just grew and grew.

His mouth trailed up to her shoulder. And Cain pressed his teeth against her skin. Not too hard. Not like the vampire, but just right. Her body buckled as she came beneath him.

His head lifted. The light in his eyes burned brighter. His cheeks hollowed, and she felt the faint scrape of his claws against her hips.

His hips jerked as her sex milked his thick flesh with the contractions of her climax. Then he was coming, holding her with a grip of steel and driving deep into her. Cain shuddered against her, threw back his head, and managed to grit out her name.

The release held them in a tight grip. Time passed. She didn’t know how long she lay half on that couch, body replete, mouth dry, legs limp.

Cain looked down at her, and she could see the glow of his beast begin to slowly fade. He smiled at her, then lowered his head toward her. His mouth hesitated over hers, and he tenderly pressed a kiss to her lips. Then he dropped his head toward the side of her neck, and he nuzzled her lightly.