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Even wounded, a third-’s--with the right stimulation, he could practically be ready to fuck on his deathbed Daegan hoped to God that wasn’t as happening now
She was half-draped on the couch between Gideon’s now splayed thighs, one of his booted feet braced on the floor Her soft ass pushing against Daegan, her pussy gripping hi his seed inside of her, knocking her knees apart farther so she had to grip Gideon’s arms harder
He didn’t spend tih he could tell he’d called her back fro in the air between the her sharply on the neck, he left a ry, exhausted kitten "You don’t shower until I tell you that you can You keep his blood on your clothes, and s, your pussy damp and musky, so you remember who you answer to"
He lifted her, took her to the cross She was frothing at thehate and betrayal in equal roin that ot her back in the h she couldGideon out of harm’s way in case she had another seizure
As he closed the cell door, hethat finally swept away the ree attack Closed his eyes to the way she fell limply to the floor at the base of the cross He’d accomplished what he’d intended The foundation that circumstances had laid in the past few days had corowing for far longer than that
Her self-loathing, her sense of self-destruction, had been replaced by hatred for him
He wanted to hold on to the combination of fury, frustration and soul-deep terror at how close she’d co, as she struggled and screa an eneerous need to make exactly the saive her whatever reassurance he could that she could still be what she’d always been, in the hopes that soth If he turned around now, he’d do just that And she’d never beco impatience with her situation that had pro to abate, and now she’d faced the very real possibility that this wouldn’t get any better He’d always known her so well At the center of Anwyn’s soul, there was a tough, hard streak, one that understood the need for cruelty as well as mercy She needed his cruelty to survive, Gideon’s love to live He intended to deliver both to her So he slid Gideon out of the dungeon area and into the sitting rooo to her aid Anould want him to sit by her new servant, watch over hiained her composure That , but y required to knit bones and recover froes the mark would make within him, would keep him out for a while That was probably for the best With the marks in place, Anwyn could now be inside his heart, soul or mind, but wouldn’t have any control of that connection during her seizures If he was conscious, Gideon one to Hell, surrounded by the shrieking thoughts of so question hether he would regain consciousness at all As yet, Daegan saw no indication the wounds in his throat or his broken bones were knitting, though the brief span of convulsions
Noay froan sank down in a chair next to the nizing a slight treersHoly Mother of Christ, bless His nao, he’d seen a dog run down by an SUV The driver hadn’t stopped, and it had been late at night Daegan had carried the poor creature out of the road, found a quiet hill to lay the dog down and sat by him He’d known the wound was mortal, that the life would die out of his liquid brown eyes in a matter of moments From the condition of the skinny, feral animal, he could tell he’d had few options in a cruel huiven hi had lapped at for a few minutes and then subsided into se his coat, his head
What did it say about him, that he recalled that moment as one of the few times he’d felt truly connected to another? Until he met Anwyn All those years alone, then he’d met her And ere the chances that, remarkably, within the sa a hunter who always hunted alone
Gideon ed with a fear he’d never heard when the ive Gideon what he couldn’t give Anwyn right now Laying a hand on Gideon’s brow, he murmured to him "Easy, vampire hunter You’re safe And you’re all hers Go to a good dreaood memory"
It wasn’t a bad idea From the sounds he detected in the next roo series of hisses and threateningon the heels of the earlier one Moving to the sofa arers still drifting across the man’s feverish brow, he let himself visit one of the best ht now
The night he’d met Anwyn
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VAMPIRES tended to like upscale BDSM clubs They were open at night, and they catered to vah it was rare a vaed in an actual session Most clubs didn’t allow bloodplay, and many vampires didn’t have the control toenvironone in only for a drink, liking the environn day he’d head for New Zealand