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As the staff me scaffolding, a rush tripped and fell over the crowd, excite for the first show And for a split second, Axe consideredup there just to freak them all out, just because he could, just because he liked creating chaos

Instead, he scaled the front of the metal frameith the ease of a spider over its web

When he was up at the wo arch, her head falling back, her ed She was achingly aware, the scent of her sex flaring, her flesh calling out for release

She’d wanted him Out of the many below, she’d wanted him specifically

"Take loved hand and closed herover her, he bared his canines and went for her throat But he didn’t bite her He ran the tip of one fang up her jugular

With a jerk against the chains she had volunteered for, she or-gasht then and there, the alcheer he represented, the kind of sex she needed, coalescing into a release that flushed her face and made her moan as she thrashed

Down below, the pleasure she felt rippled through the tee bodies

And he was aroused, yes But not like they were Not like she was

Never as any of the voice in his head that told him he was a piece of shit was diainst himself was doused by the distraction The packed house of recriminations under his real skull were, momentarily, displaced

So yes, this worked for everyone

Reaching up to his own throat, he released the cord of his cloak and dropped the heavy weight fro else but his tattoos and piercings

Axe’s hands went to her body and traveled, with his mouth, everywhere

And the stor raked over the decied, desolatedwhat she required, and so was he

Good thing He needed to be at the Black Dagger Brotherhood training center in about an hour, in so a soldier in the fight against the Lessening Society? Walking the line between life and death?

Now that was finally going to get hih acts of war: Because he had to believe if you were facing off with the undead, surely you were too busy trying to stay alive to worry about anything else

Fucking perfect

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Elise, blooded daughter of the Princeps Felixe the Younger, smiled at the human male across the library table fro to leave you to deal with all this by yourself"

"All this" was a debris field of final papers sufficient to cover every square inch of surface except for two feet in front of her and two feet in front of Professor Troy Becke Although the submissions for Psych 342 had been filed electronically, Troy believed in printing thehdifferent about holding the work in your hands and being able to write your thoughts down It had to do with the lack of speed, she’d decided