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What the fk was he doing?

Lazaro came to his senses as if physically struck He was still buried inside Melena’s hot, wet heat, his pulse still charged and racing His ck was still hard, still greedy, even after the clax that had ripped through hih to let his fevered gaze drift to the vein that throbbed so enticingly in the side of her vulnerable throat

Christ

He’d nearly lost control--so he never allowed to happen Not once in twenty years had he even been teuard was always up, his will i women like Melena, females with the Breedmate ularly, irrevocably He would always crave her He would always feel her in his blood, in the root of his soulunless death severed the bond, as it did when he lost Ellie

Why the thought didn’t freeze his thirst or shrivel his desire for Melena, he didn’t want to know And he sure as hell wasn’t going to sit there pondering that fact as she gaped at him in mute terror

"Damn it" He pulled out of her on a roar As difficult as it was to deny hirip on his shaft--as ain--he needed the separation more

What he needed was to put asbody and the blood hunger that was suddenly twisting hiot off the bed to collect his clothes

"What are you doing?" Melena asked froan to dress, he heard her slide across the sheets "Talk to me, please"

He couldn’t form words, let alone push them out of his mouth He still wanted her too much, and he feared that if he let hin it back in He zipped up his pants, ignoring the persistent bulge of his uncooperative arousal His hands ressively, as he donned his shirt, then bent to retrieve his boots

He had plenty of human females he could call upon to slake his needs A pity he didn’t think to do that before hehi as Melena

And what a feeble fking rationalization that was

Nothing would satisfy hiht have occurred with any fe the teardrop-and-crescent- to realize that it was this woman who tempted him like no other

Melena Walsh would continue to te as she remained in his care, under his dubious protection