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Chapter One

Dante s at the carotid, where the huest His own pulse quickened too, responding to the rush of blood flowing beneath the surface of delicate white skin Dante leaned his dark head in and kissed that tender spot, letting his tongue play over the fluttering race of the female's heartbeat

"Tell rowl aood witch or a bad witch?"

The fe hi her breasts up under his chin like a buffet She twirled her finger in her bright fuchsia wig, then let it trail down suggestively, past a Celtic cross tattoo and into her swelling cleavage "Oh, I'm a very, very bad witch"

Dante grunted "My favorite"

He ss He was one of ht, althoughplastic teeth, fake blood, and various ridiculous costumery A few others--himself and a handful of males fro out near the dance floor--were the genuine article

Dante and the others were Breed, a far cry froothic vampires of human folklore Neither undead nor devil-spawned, Dante's kind were a hot-blooded hybrid mix of Homo sapiens and deadly other-worlder The Breeds' forebears, a band of alien conquerors who crash-landed on Earth -since extinct, had bred with hu the thirst--the primal need--for blood

Those alien genes had given the Breed great strengths and shattering weaknesses too Only the human side of the Breed, those qualities passed down by theirto any kind of Order Even then, a few of the Breed would succuue, a one-way street paved in blood and madness

Dante despised that element of his kind, and as one of the warrior class, it was his duty to eradicate his Rogue brethren wherever he found them As a male who enjoyed his pleasures, Dante wasn't sure what he preferred more: a warm, juicy feed steel in his hand as he sliced into his enemies and dispatched them to dust in the street

"Can I touch the at Dante's s look wicked real! I just have to feel them"

"Be careful," he warned as she brought her fingers to his lips "I bite" "Yeah?" She giggled, gaze widening "I'll bet you do, sugar"

Dante sucked her finger into his et the female horizontal He needed to feed, but he was never opposed to a little sex in the process--prelude or chaser, didn't ood as far as he was concerned

Chaser, he decided on ier as she started to withdraw it She gasped as he suckled fro to let her leave hi his pupils to vertical slits in the h hie of his cock, which strained beneath the black leather of his pants

The fe her eyes as she arched catlike on his lap Dante let go of her finger as he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her neck closer to hi a Host in a public place wasn't exactly his style, but he was bored out of his skull and needed the persion Besides, he doubted anyone would notice tonight, when the club was rife with faux danger and open sensuality As for the female on his lap, she would feel only pleasure as he took what he needed from her Afterward, she'd remember none of it, her memory scrubbed of all recollection of him

Dante ca in hunger He glanced past her and sao Darkhaven va hieneration, no doubt They whispered a hi to decide whether or not to approach him