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Still writhing against each other fully clothed, the vampires fed from each other with overwhelming desire. Amaliya gasped as he grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head.

Best sex ever, she thought, and struggled against his hard cock inside his jeans.

Or best almost-sex ever.

Her tongue slid over the wound on his neck as he rubbed against her, still feeding from her. She felt fully alive once again and the great need was satisfied, but now she wanted him inside of her. Before blood, sex had been her greatest drug and now she craved to be satiated.

Cian pulled his mouth from her neck and ran his tongue over the wound he had inflicted on her.

“Please,” she whispered in his ear, and she knew he understood her question.

Instead, he kissed her deeply and kept rubbing hard against her. His hands slid under her thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The phone rang sharply nearby and they both ignored it. The smell of blood and sex was intoxicating. Amaliya ran her tongue in circles around Cian's, wanting more of him.

The phone rang again.

Cian pulled away from her and she buried her face in his neck to lick the last drops of blood from the wounds.

The phone let out another peal, and then the answering machine clicked on.

“Hey, Cian! Okay, I just got off the longest phone call in the world with my brother stationed in California. He wants to know if we can visit him. Now, I know its rough with the whole sunlight thing, but he's going to miss the wedding so maybe we can talk. Okies, love you, baby!” The voice was perky and sweet and Amaliya drew back from Cian. “Talk to you tomorrow” There was a click and the machine turned off.

A coldness settled between them as the blood lust faded and despite their aroused states, they slid soundlessly from each other's embrace.

“Sorry,” Amaliya whispered, after a long embarrassing moment.

“Not your fault,” he answered, and simply walked away.

Closing her eyes, she shuddered as she felt her body still craving his touch and his blood. Being a vampire was not going to be easy, especially around her own kind. She slowly slid down to the floor and sat there, deep in thought.

***

Cian walked over to the answering machine and hesitated. He could call Samantha back, but he felt too awkward in this moment. Instead, he deleted the message and moved to his desk with all its computer monitors and sat down in the leather chair. He tried hard to ignore his aroused state and the delicious smell of Amaliya in the other room. She had tasted wonderful and he wanted to return to her, throw her down, bite her, fuck her.

Rubbing his closed eyelids, he tried to remove those thoughts from his mind. It was his fault. He had forgotten how potent it was to feed off another vampire. He had not been among his own kind in so long, his memory was hazy. The last time he had fed off a vampire it had been his long dead lover Rosalinda. It had been wild between them, but she had lived with an insanity that had swept him along and eventually killed her. He had tried hard to forget her and in the process he had forgotten how erotic it was to feel a vampire's teeth in his throat.

Leaning back in his chair, he concentrated on Samantha and her sweet smile. He tried to fill his mind with the memory of their first kiss or the first time he had held her close throughout the night. It almost worked, but then Amaliya entered the room behind him, he felt her darkness pulling at him.

For a moment, he imagined her coming to him and straddling him where he sat in his chair.

He had completely screwed up in keeping her here.

“I'm sorry,” she said again.

He didn't dare turn around and see her. She was his kind. Her body, her smell, her blood called to him. He would always want her now. He knew it. Without a doubt, he had doomed himself to wanting her.

“It was my fault,” he answered truthfully, and did not turn around.

The door opened and Roberto's soft footfalls echoed down the hall. The two vampires remained just as they were as he entered the room and tossed the bag at Amaliya's feet.

“I will retrieve your car now. I thought you may want this to freshen up,” he said in an annoyed tone, then his voice grew soft. “I see. ”

Cian turned and looked at Roberto sharply.

Roberto looked amused and looked pointedly at Amaliya, then at Cian. “Did I return too quickly?”

“Go get her car,” Cian said firmly.