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“Babe,” Ryker says humorously. He grabs my hips and brings me back into his body.

“What?” I ask, distracted by the combination of two new blood scents. I stare at her neck.

“If you need more blood, drink from me. No drinking from your friend,” he laughs, holding me close as I wiggle.

“Eww, she wants my blood?” Ava takes a few steps back.

“It’s only natural for her to want to sample all kinds. Remember, this is new to her. It may be a while until the urge steadies.” Ryker slaps my ass to stop my movement.

Fire spreads through me, radiating from his hand, bringing my attention from blood to him. I rub against him, ready for a different kind of pleasure. He kisses my neck while running his hand over my stomach.

“Alright, well, we should go.” Ava inches closer to the door, not turning her back. “We can talk later. Bash, let's go.”

Bash rolls his eyes. “Are you going to be at the club later? I caught something on the cameras you should see.”

“It might be overwhelming for Serenity to be around that many people right now. Is it important?”

“Yes, but I can send the video to your phone,” Bash says as he stands at the door. Ava already disappeared.

“I’ll let you know.” Ryker nods.

“I want to go to the club. I still have a job, right?” I turn in his arms.

“Of course, but baby, imagine all the bodies there. It’s like a room full of new blood you’ll want to sample. Plus, the eyes may freak people out.”

“I can’t sample?” I am oddly disappointed.

“You can. As long as I’m with you. We need to introduce you to all of this gradually.”

“I can control myself,” I pout.

“Really? What about the glass all over my bathroom floor?” he asks. He walks me backward towards the couch.

“That was a one-time thing. Ryker?” I squeal when he pushes me. I bounce once before he is on me.

“Let’s revisit this conversation after we finish what we started upstairs,” he suggests. He pulls my pants off.

“But it will be good training. You’ll be there to guide me,” I gasp as he yanks my panties, tearing another pair. He will have to invest in an underwear company if he plans on doing that a lot. “Ryker,” I whine.

“We have plenty of time until we have to go. I can think of better things to do right now.” He licks my nipple through my shirt.

“Yes, alright,” I moan.

“Good. Now, spread,” he orders.

The buzzer sounds before I can follow them, making us growl in frustration.

“Ignore it,” I beg.

Ryker looks at me to the door and back. He slides his hands up my thighs, taking my suggestion.

“Serenity?”

“What the fuck?” Ryker is furious.

Why is Tom at the door? How did he find me? I was worried that Ryker would kill him, but now Tom has to worry more about me.

Ryker dresses me again. This is getting old. I just want people to leave us alone, and if I have to hurt someone to accomplish that, I will.