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rub against the moisture coating my sex.

      When he thrust another finger inside, I felt the gush of arousal greeting his entry, felt the silken walls clasp and relax to milk his hand.

      He leaned closer still, and his lips closed around my clit to suck it hard into his mouth, while at the same time a thick thumb glided south and circled my anus.

      “Christ, no!” I cried out, but I felt his hand shake as his excitement rose along with mine, and I surrendered, understanding he wasn’t in control any longer, wasn’t simply pulling strings or playing some head game with the little succubus.

      He wanted me. Wanted this with me. He needed my arousal to spike with his.

      When his thumb pressed inside my tight little entrance, I felt his cock jerk at the way I moaned and rolled my hips. I was out of control, beyond shame, heading straight to the precipice whether he was with me or not.

      When he curved all his fingers and drove them inside me, my bottom came off the bed, curving upward, begging him to thrust deep.

      With a twist of his hand he was inside me, his knuckles scraping my walls, the ball of his fist crammed so tight and high, I keened, wailing in an agony of need. I was close.

      My hands clawed at the bedding, but my vampire wasn’t finished with me yet. His tongue swirled on my hard little clit, then he turned and burrowed his face into my inner thigh just to the side of my outer lips.

      I felt a tingling start in his gums, then a slow glide as his incisors lengthened. I knew what he was about to do, but I lay breathless, on the edge of an orgasm I knew would thrust me beyond the strata I traveled in my dreams.

      When he bit, I screamed—a strangled, choking sound cut short as soon as I tasted the blood that seeped into his mouth, mixing with my cream to coat his tongue and slide in a sensual stream down his throat.

      His voice rumbled around a murmur of pleasure so great he fought the urge to thrust against the bedding and spend himself.

      I wasn’t nearly as strong. My body exploded, writhing against his mouth, anchored only by the hand thrust deep inside my body.

      As waves of pleasure rushed over him, I understood at last the hunger that drove him. His heart slowed, his body warmed with the infusion of blood. Strength renewed, he disengaged his fangs and laved the tiny wounds he’d made, closing them completely.

      When he lifted his head to catch my glance, I opened my arms.

      He scooted quickly up my body, his cock sliding home inside my slick, silken walls. I wrapped myself around him, holding him tight against my body, sharing my warmth, my sex, my stolen passions with him.

      He thrust three times, and then groaned loudly in my ear. His cum bathed my channel in creamy heat. He continued to rock against me for long moments afterward.

      When I could form words again, I asked, “So why were you so angry with me for being there with her?”

      “You don’t know?” he murmured against my shoulder. He lifted his head and sighed. “When you were drawing on her lust, you pulled me along with you. I felt everything she did. Heard everything you thought. When I bit her, I was offering you a gift.”

      “And I refused your gift. Sorry, I didn’t understand what you wanted from me.”

      He cupped my face between his hands. “You do now.” Again, his gaze, so dark and intense, held mine.

      I dragged in a shaky breath. He’d touched me, deep inside, where no one ever had. He understood what I was, and wasn’t freaked.

      Then again, he was something special, too. “I still don’t know your name.”

      One side of his beautiful mouth lifted in a wry grin. “Don’t you know everything that’s important?”

      I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m a woman. I want shoe sizes, cell and home phone…”

      “Birth date and social security number…”

      “Do you have one?”

      “Of course. I don’t spend all my time lurking on women’s balconies.”

      “Darn.”

      His thumb slid across my lower lip. “Want me to lurk on yours?”

      I licked the pad of his thumb and wrinkled my nose. “You have an open invitation.”

      His nostrils flared and his cock twitched where it lay tucked between my legs. Soon, he’d know everything there was to know about loving a succubus.

      Maybe this was the start of something. Had I found a friend? Someone to share my isolation?

      I sighed, content for now to share my bed, my blood, my passion with him. But just maybe, I’d found a love of my own.

Soul Strangers

      THE WARM WATER OF THE GULF OF MEXICO SWIRLS around her ankles, soothing the weariness from her bones. It had been a long drive down from Corpus Christi to Veracruz. She hadn’t meant to stop here, hadn’t really known where she was going; simply going was the important part.

      She had wanted to be alone, and here she is, surrounded by the solitude of a nearly empty beach, populated only by a few strangers. And since they are strangers, they don’t matter, don’t intrude.

      She has been entirely alone for three days—on the drive, then wandering this beach, taking short swims, sleeping in her hotel room. The room is really a small cottage on the beach, the sand coming right to her door, where she has to wipe her feet with a towel before going inside. Still, sand is scattered over the worn tile floor, buried deeply in the fibers of the colorful woven rugs.

      The place smells of the sea, and a little of mildew and something faintly dark and exotic. She doesn’t mind. She loves the scent, even the undertone of mildew; it reminds her that she’s far from home, from her life. The bed, which is perhaps a bit too soft, cradles her as she sleeps at night and during her frequent daytime naps. She has been sleeping endlessly in her room here on the beach. Still, she’s tired. Her limbs are filled with a languid heaviness she cannot shake. Nothing seems to energize her—not the brilliant Mexican sunsets, nor the endless hours of sleep, not even the power of the ocean.

      What is it she needs?

      She moves deeper into the blue-and-green water, looking out to sea where the late afternoon sun touches the tips of the waves in glinting bits of silver. The ocean surges, swells, caresses her knees, her hips, like the soft hands of a lover she has never known.

      There is movement next to her and she turns to find a man standing nearby, waist-deep in water. All she can see of him is his torso, his head. Sunlight gleams off his wide, tanned shoulders, one of which is covered by an intricate tattoo, but she can’t make out the design. She can see the shadowed planes of a finely muscled back, a narrow waist.

      Her body gives a surprising shiver. He turns, almost as though he is aware of her looking at him, and smiles brilliantly.

      She smiles back and suddenly he is moving toward her. She can see now he has a striking face, one of those faces that is beautiful and masculine at the same time. His features are a bit irregular but his jaw is strong, his mouth lush and sensual. His eyes are the color of the earth, that same deep brown she finds when digging in her small garden at home. But she doesn’t want to think of home now. No, all she wants is to be here, watching this man.

      His body is all hard-packed muscle and he moves with grace through the weight of the water. He pauses several feet away. But he is still close enough that she can make out the smooth texture of his skin. Her eyes are brought back to his tattoo, which she can now see is a tiger drawn against a background of tsunami waves in classic Japanese style. She finds herself wanting to touch it.

      Water seems elemental to the moment. Except that he is all earth, this man. This stranger. And when he speaks, his voice is a deep rumble that is very much of the earth.

      “You’re new here.”

      It

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