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Whoa Brow-raising The brow-raising-est she’d ever seen

How could he last this long? He wasn’t even out of breath Maybe she’d havepower Her handful of quick-draw hookups hadn’t been worth the ader working his body--so to the tip to slam back in--she wondered what his tanned, shost-mode, her super-keen sense of saze locked on the pulse point in his neck The slow, steady rhythly, the te up

Hoould he react if she pierced that pulse point with a fang? What would he taste like?

And still he was going His stamina had to be supernatural Plus, the women were almost too pretty Jo suspected these people were otherworldly

What she called freaks

Fro New Orleans streets, she’d spied paranor inhuman deeds Which made her wonder--what if she wasn’t some kind of aboht be one a the string of misshapen bullets She never took it off, still kept it as a token of the night she’d risen from the dead

But her discovery of other freaks hadherself, her world

Her decision to ree beings with questions on her lips: What am I? How did I come to be? Are there others likethis ot finished! She’d be on guard, of course, ready to bare her claws and fangs if things went sidewaysJo supposed she still was like a feral cat

Appearing lost, the blonde leaned up to kiss hi

The other three whispered to each other:

"I forget ine what he could do with that mouth? If only"

"Why’d he have to be a bane?"

The man must be able to hear their soft voices He narrowed his eyes, his lips thinning with irritation, even midthrust Jo felt sorry for him

"Have you ever seen his black blood?"

"His cock isn’t poisonous, and that’s all that really matters"

Poisonous? Black blood? He was definitely a freak!

The bouncing blonde cupped his craggy face "MORE! I’m so close! Don’t stop, Rune, don’t stop!"

He stopped