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She bit her lip, staring at the beautiful crimson bead tracking down his throat. There was nothing casual about sharing blood with another vampire. She hadn’t fed from anyone but Dove in years. Although, technically, she wouldn’t be feeding from him, simply closing his cut.

No. This was a terrible idea. “I don’t—”

“Please, Mistress.”

Damn him. She’d handed him that weapon, and he wielded it like a sword. With two words, he melted her resolve. She grasped his shoulders and dipped her nose beneath his chin. This was dangerous. Sharing blood would draw them closer. In many ways, he posed more of a threat to her than even Alistair. Still, she couldn’t resist such an offer.

She closed her eyes, drawing in his robust fragrance.

“Perhaps just a taste.” She slid her tongue up the length of his throat. Locked her lips over the cut. Sucked gently.

Liam’s essence washed over her, his unique flavor raw and unrefined. He tasted like the back of the wind, forbidden places she’d yet to explore, and reckless choices she’d surely regret come morning. Her fangs emerged, eager for more, and she held herself in check. What he offered was far too tempting.No. No more.She shouldn’t have indulged in even that small amount. She sealed the wound with the glide of her tongue.

While she couldn’t indulge in his blood, his body was another matter.

Heat pulsed through her core, and she rolled her hips, grinding against his erection. She met his heavy-lidded eyes. In his molten depths, she found the same yearning that burned through her veins.

He dropped his focus to her mouth, murmuring in an irresistible timbre, “Show me what I taste like, Viv.”

Warm tingles rushed through her. She wanted that as well. Still, she refused to obey anything resembling a command. She dipped her face, brushing her nose to his. There she waited, a breath away from giving him what he demanded, making him come to her. “Take what you desire, my warrior.”

Liam was all too happy to comply.

He thrust his chin forward, slamming his lips against hers. Their mouths collided, the aggression in his kiss bruising. He tasted her bottom lip. Hesitated for one sharp breath, then thrust his tongue into her mouth. She met his invasion with equal fervor. Their tongues tangled. His fangs scraped her bottom lip, both of them tasting, savoring.

She rolled her hips, and he tensed. “That,” he groaned against her mouth. “That thing with your hips. Do it again. Please, Mistress,” he panted.

She’d ordered him to call her mistress to give her the upper hand. To humble him and put her in the position of authority. Yet, every time he used it, he turned her into a pile of goo. Without meaning to, she’d given him power over her.Vivian, you fool!

The erection straining the front of his briefs was no laughing matter. Liam was big everywhere. Why wouldn’t he be massive here as well? She’d never been with a lover this large. Goddess, but he was pushing every one of her buttons.

She dragged the edges of her robe away from her thighs and ground her bare sex against his impressive shaft, cursing the thin layer of cotton between them.

“That’s right, Viv. More of that,” he encouraged.

She couldn’t agree more. It had been a trying night. Perhaps they could both use…more of that.An orgasm was just what she needed to ease her tension.

Liam’s muscled frame was hot and solid beneath her. She gripped his hips with her thighs. Oh, heaven, but he felt good. It had been far too long since she’d savored a man’s body moving against hers.

Again, she ground her core against his straining erection.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this,” Liam grated, veins standing out in his neck, “but before this goes much further, I’d like to know what your intentions are here, Viv.” His voice was thick with lust while his expression was uneasy.

“My plan?” She canted her head, her tone breathy. “My plan is to use you to get off.”

“Gods save me.” He shot a look to the ceiling, then met her eyes, snarling, “Didn’t honestly take you for a sadist. Not sure I can handle another night of blue balls.”

“Not to worry, darling,” she purred against his lips. “I’ll take care of both of us. Just keep your hands behind your back, and I’m certain you’ll be pleased with the outcome. However, break that necktie, and I’ll finish without you.”

She parted the front of her robe, exposing her breasts. Then leaned in, grazing her hardened nipples against his lightly furred chest. The slight friction—heaven.

“Holy hell, woman.” The heated look he gave her turned her insides molten.

Still, with his obvious unease with being tied, a thread of concern stabbed through the lust-fueled haze. “At any point, if you want me to stop or I’m hurting you in any way, you will tell me.”

“You won’t hurt me,” he was quick to say. Too quick.

His tough-guy act wouldn’t do in this situation. He’d failed to warn her about his issues with his bounds earlier. She pulled back, gripping his chin. “Shall I give you a safe word?” She loved toying with him, having him under her control, but she would never force her affections on him. Not in this way.