“Shut up.”
Never one to follow orders, Myne pressed on.
“She’s not just a human, you dipshit. She’s a human who owned Terese. You’re really going to stick your dick in that?”
Riker hissed. “You don’t know what the hell you’retalking about.” His voice throbbed with anger. “Go find your pain-loving female, and give her a good dose of misery. Or is she with someone else this month?”
Like Myne, Riker didn’t ease up now that he’d struck a sore spot. Why go for the pain when you could go for the kill?
“What are you going to do when her father finds her a suitable male to mate with? What then? What female is going to be eager to take your particular brand of affection? No one here will have you.”
The brief flash of hurt and surprise in Myne’s eyes shamed Riker, but Myne recovered quickly, his expression hardening into stone. “Don’t come crying to me later when you’re ridden with guilt and regret.” Myne shoved past Riker and disappeared down the hall.
Dammit. Now lust and anger were ripping through his veins and spinning him off his axis. Only one thing would set him right again, and that soft, feminine thing was in a room down the hall.
He didn’t even remember getting there. When katina moved to intercept, all it took was a scowl, and she moved aside.
He found Nicole in the bedroom.
She jumped off the bed, where she’d been sitting with a piece of paper, hands frantically folding out some sort of animal shape.
“Get out,” she rasped.
He prowled toward her. “After.”
“After what?” She swept up a glass of water off her nightstand and hurled it at his head. He stepped easily aside but didn’t avoid the water that splashed on his back when the glass shattered on the wall. “After you yell at me some more?”
“No,” he said darkly. “After we finish what we started.”
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Nicole’s heart was pounding out of her chest.
Riker stood there, his body radiating a combustible mixture of danger and lust, his fangs glistening behind parted lips.
Lips that had been on some skanky vampire’s throat while she arched against him, her legs locked around his waist.
Nicole had no right to be jealous. Hell, she didn’t even have a reason. They might have inexplicable physical chemistry, but there wasn’t anything emotional between them. Nothing. She didn’t even like Riker.
Liar.
“There’s nothing to finish.”
“Nothing to finish? You wondered why sex with a vampire was such a big deal. I’m going to show you.”
He moved toward her, slowly, like a cat sneaking up on a bird. “Stamina.” He stepped closer. “Multiple orgasms.” Closer, and her mouth went dry. “Flexibility.”
Closer. Her skin flushed hot. “Strength.” Closer. Her stomach did a flip-flop. “The ability to sense heat so we know what parts of the body are the most sensitive at the right time.” Closer. A throbbing ache started low in her pelvis. “The ability to hear the slightest change in the tempo of your pulse so we know exactly how every stroke, kiss, and lick affects you.”
Oh. Dear. Lord.
Wetness bloomed between her thighs, and then he was in front of her, his hands on her shoulders, his mouth on hers. A needy, masculine sound rattled inside his chest as he rolled his pelvis into her belly. The rigid length behind the fly of his jeans was a big clue to what he thought they needed to finish, and she had to swallow a groan.
“You shouldn’t have come back to my place,” he murmured against her lips.
No, she shouldn’t have. “Sorry. Did I ruin the mood for you and your girlfriend?” He slipped one arm behind her waist to haul her even more firmly against him. “Not my girlfriend.”
“My apologies. She’s a casual screw, then.”
He took her bottom lip between his teeth, then soothed the spot with his tongue. “We’ve never had sex.”
Oh. Huh. As much as she liked that answer, she still had the image of them dry-humping in her head. “So I interrupted your first time.”
“I didn’t want her. I feed from her. That’s all.”
She shoved him away and stepped aside. “Really?
Because you two were about thirty seconds from being a lot more than blood buddies.”
“I’ll be damned.” A blatantly triumphant male smile lit up his expression. “You’re jealous.”
“I am not.” Yes, she was. “I’m . . . confused. I’m so freaking . . . I don’t know!”
He regarded her the way someone might look at a rabid animal. “I don’t understand.”
She rounded on him. “You wouldn’t, you giant ass.”