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  An explosion ignited. From every inch of his body, powerful aftershocks rocked him, shook him. She was torturing him with passion, taunting him with his own cravings, minute by agonizing minute.

  Her tongue explored his mouth, danced with his tongue and then explored further.

  Pulling away, he began a little nibbling of his own. Sucking her full bottom lip, biting the pink flesh, he teased her.

  Running his hand down the velvety expanse of her back, she trembled.

  As he drew her closer against him, he moved a second finger into her.

  She moaned low and deep. It almost knocked him to his knees.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  ***

  Lowering her to the bed, he gently removed his fingers, stood over her and removed his pants.

  She gasped at the site of him naked before her. He was huge. Her pussy clenched in anticipation.

  He crawled on the bed between her legs, leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “You didn’t tell me if you liked this.”

  Inserting his fingers into her, he massaged her walls. Spikes of pleasure shot through her. They sliced their way through her muscle and bones until she was filled with them, overflowing with them.

  “Oh, God yes.” What else could she say? Her body was on fire. Every nerve ending felt exposed, raw. If he didn’t take her soon, she would surely combust.

  A cool breeze brushed against her clit. It was so soft and so subtle she almost missed it.

  Lifting her head she saw him between her legs, felt him blow against her, part her. His fingers still rubbed deep inside her, circling, rolling. Ribbons of heat wiggled through her body. Throwing her head back, she cried out his name.

  “Yes,” he said, into her cleft. His voice resonated through her nub, sending shockwaves spiraling outward.

  She was going to die. He was going to kill her.

  “Please,” she begged. She so desperately wanted him buried deep inside of her, moving with her.

  His tongue licked her folds, parting and massaging her. His fingers moved in and out.

  She thrust her hips wildly. Her mind spun out of control. All around her the light seemed to fade, and soft music appeared. It was the soft sound of a harp.

  She’d died. That’s it. She’d died and was at the pearly gates.

  “No, love. You haven’t died.” He looked at her and smiled.

  She couldn’t help but smile back.

  “I love you, my Kitty Kat.” Removing his fingers, his tongue slid firmly into her cavern, lapping at her like cream, taking her to the edge.

  “God, Ian. Please.”

  His tongue gave one last probe and he was back on his knees his arms on either side of her body. The gold flecks of his brown eyes danced.

  “What do you want?” he asked, as a crooked smile spread on his face.

  She cupped his face in her hands. “Don’t you know? I want you.”

  A deep guttural moan reverberated through his body as he lowered his face and kissed her deeply. He moved his hips, better angling his cock, before lowering onto her, and pressing into her.

  “Yes,” she cried. Throwing her head back, she took him completely.

  She moaned when the base of him hit her, and again when he slid from her. With him deep in her she was full, complete. She wanted to stay that way forever.

  Entwining her fingers in his hair, she pulled him to her, clinging to him like a lifeboat. Like letting go might send her falling into some deep dark abyss.

  Their bodies rocked in a rhythm that only each could know. Heat blasted through her with each thrust. Heat that slowly and surely began melting the ice that had formed around her heart.

  Her body begged him for more, faster, harder, deeper, and he gave it to her without question.

  She knew the second he came and joined him in perfect harmony. Color exploded before her eyes, colors so bright they almost blinded her. Her body soared and her mind cried out to him. He responded with soft words of love as he filled her, his body convulsing, his cock quivering.

  Together they were joined, an emptiness filled for both. They were of two bodies, but had one mind, one soul.

  Chapter Seven

  Ian lay content, with Kat relaxed in the crook of his arm, he lightly let her curls fall through his fingers. She fit so perfectly next to him, her body pressed into his, her soft scent filling him.

  Lavender, vanilla and the underlying hint of womanly spice. He loved her scent, loved her body. No, he loved her.

  She’d believed him, had looked into his heart and seen the truth. Nothing would every come between them again. He’d see to that.

  “I love you, Kathryn.” He kissed the top of her head.

  She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Was she asleep? The even pace of her breathing did nothing to answer his question.

  Soft music floated around them, and relaxed him.

  “I love you, too, Ian LeMaster.”

  His heart skipped a beat. She loved him. Her words floated on the air like a song. It was a beautiful heavenly melody and was written only for him.

  For seven hundred and fifty years he’d roamed the earth, alone, incomplete. And now? Now he had his missing half, his soul.

  Slowly she sat and bent toward him and lightly kissed his lips.

  “Did you bring my backpack?” Sliding over him, she was off the bed. She leaned towards him and rested her hands on the comforter next to him and smiled. He immediately wanted to stand behind her and slide himself deep into her, press his balls against her. This time it would be real.

  His dick hardened.

  “It’s against the wall. Why?” He pointed behind her.

  There was a wicked smile on her face as she turned and walked to where he’d motioned.

  A pang of disappointment fired though watching her go. He ached to feel her tight sheath around him again.

  Squeezing his eyes shut, he reprimanded himself. He needed to stop the thoughts of sex. She was a lady, his Kat. He needed to remember that.

  Opening his eyes, he watched her and tried to forget about his rigid cock going anywhere near anything soft, moist and... Dammit! He did it again.

  Squatting, she dug through the pack. What she looked for he wasn’t sure.

  As she searched, he imagined running his tongue along her spine, ending at the small of her back.

  He loved that part of her. Her back. He loved the two dimples on either side of her vertebrae and how it was slightly concaved and blended so well into her pert ass.

  He loved her ass.

  Hell, who was he kidding? He loved everything about her.

  Standing, she turned and in her hand hung two sets of silver handcuffs.

  He got even harder and sucked in air through his teeth. His balls were on fire.

  “I think it’s time we had a little fun.” She sauntered back to the bed. The lush curve of her hip swayed seductively and the smile on her face screamed of pure sin.

  “You do.” It was a statement not a question. He knew those handcuffs, had seen her use them on vampires. They were made of silver. Vampires were pained by silver.

  His cock pulsed. If it got any harder he was sure he’d start to feel light headed.

  “Give me your arm.” Ian did as he was told, putting his arm up to the mahogany post of his headboard.

  The second she clasped it around his wrist pin pricks of pain scooted along his arm. Not so much that it was unbearable. No, it was just enough that he thought he’d fucking explode. He moaned and she smiled.

  She sashayed around the bed to the other post and he lifted his arm without being asked. The pricks from the second cuff were stronger but only heightened his need to fuck.

  This wasn’t going to be a slow moving act of love. No. There was no chance of that. The look in her eyes, the pain in his arms, dictated that this was going to be down and dirty sex. Hot and sweaty. The faster--the harder--the better.

  Walking to his armoire, she opened the doors and slid ope
n one of the drawers. “I don’t see any underwear in here,” she said, and pulled out two silk scarves. She turned and gave him a wicked grin.

  A moan, starting from his feet, worked through his body.

  “I don’t wear any.” He struggled to concentrate. She tied one of the scarves around his left ankle, then tied it to the bed post. It was tight enough that the muscles of his leg were stretched.

  “I love that about you,” she said, moving to his right ankle.

  Finished, she returned to her backpack. Ian couldn’t see what she was doing but heard a zipper and something shaking, like pills in a pill box maybe, then the zipper again.

  What’s she up to?

  He tugged on the handcuffs and was promptly zapped. It felt real good.

  Walking back to the bed, Kathryn carefully positioned herself between his legs.

  Sitting up, she opened her right hand and placed three white discs in her mouth.

  “Altoids,” she said. “It’s a trick Mark told me about. You mind?”

  Ian could only look at her in wonder. He had no idea what she was talking about. She was worried about her breath? Now? He struggled to keep control.

  She crunched the three disks, and then slowly leaned over his cock.

  “Looks like you’re ready,” she said and took the head in her mouth. The instant her lips wrapped around him he knew he’d need to send a personal thank you to Mark.

  The coolness of the mint with the heat of her mouth was a mix of sensations that would have him howling at the moon in a matter of seconds. Every nerve in his dick exploded in sensation overload.

  Kathryn worked her lips around the girth of him, her mouth stretched wide, and then slowly, every so carefully swallowed his length.

  His mind exploded next. Never had he felt anything so wonderful. Wet mouth, hot breath, and cool discs—she was a triple threat. He was loaded and ready to erupt.

  At the base of him, she repositioned her lips and reversing, lightly scraped the length of him with her teeth.

  He wanted to scream, to bury himself deep in her, thrust his hips, something. His cock was on fire, no, his nerves were. Hell, he didn’t know what he felt anymore. She was driving him mad.

  “Do you like that?”

  When she looked at him with her crooked smile and heavy lids, it was like she wanted to devour him. And she had.

  He growled, a low guttural sound he didn’t even recognize.

  She smiled and lowered herself back to his cock and repeated the process. This time she went faster.

  Faster was even better.

  He tugged at the cuffs and electricity sizzled through his arms. The pressure in his balls was too much. With his head thrown back he came. All sight and sound vanished, and his mind spun wildly out of control.

  Kathryn lowered her mouth to his head and sucked while he quivered. His body writhed with pleasure. The handcuffs only added to the intensity of his orgasm.

  The more he tugged, the more they shocked, and the more he came. It was an incredibly delicious cycle. One he never wanted to end.

  Spent, he looked at her. She licked his cocked and watched him threw her lashes.

  “Come here, my angel.”

  She obeyed. Moving over him, she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft and took him in one more time.

  As she road him to her own climax, her slick lining stroked him, urged him. Amazingly, he felt himself building again. This time, when he came, Kat came with him. Her cunt stroked him to completion; her body shook and contorted on top of him.

  Finished, she rolled to his side and nestled back in the crook of his arm, his hands still cuffed, his legs still tied.

  He felt rejuvenated, like he could run a fricken’ marathon.

  Kat’s breathing was a quiet, high-pitched whistle.

  “My love?”

  “Yes?” Her voice was a few octaves higher than normal.

  “Can we remove the cuffs?” They were becoming painful in their torture.

  “Hm Hmmm.” But she was almost asleep. With a flick of his wrist, the cuffs popped open and fell onto the bed. The knots of the scarves untied and softly fell to the floor.

  Wrapping her in his arms, he kissed the top of her head. She was his Kat, his other half. She was such an incredible woman, beautiful and soft, efficient and strong. And who knew his Kitty Kat was such a tiger in bed?

  Smiling he closed his eyes and let the beat of her heart lull him to sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Kathryn woke with a start. The room was oppressively dark. The blackness pressed down around her, and made her feel like she’d awaken in a tomb. She shuddered at the image.

  The melodic ring of her cell phone woke her. How was she going to find it?

  No sooner had she wondered when a low light illuminated the room. It was soft and yellow, like the glow of a candle, and all she needed.

  Jumping from the bed, she ran to her coat lying next to her backpack and dug out her phone.

  “Hello?”

  “K-K-Kat?”

  Jimmy. Fear engulfed his voice and scared the crap out of Kathryn.

  “What is it?” She sat hard on the bed. What had he gotten himself into now?

  “C-C-Can…I know, I’m asking her.” He said the last part away from the phone.

  Kathryn’s heart raced and fear twisted and churned in her gut. This was bad.

  “Can you come and get me?” His voice steadied. Like he tried to be brave.

  “Where are you?”

  “I don’t, uh…” He moved the phone again before he spoke. “Where am I?”

  “Come to 92nd and Colfax if you want to see him again.”

  The voice was low and raspy, like the words first passed over a bed of razors before they left the throat.

  Kathryn’s mind raced.

  “Who is this? Let me talk to my brother!” She sounded more in control than she felt.

  Don’t vomit!

  “Do it. Or your baby brother is ours.” A maniacal laugh shot through the phone before the line went dead.

  Kathryn’s skin went cold; her heart beat in triple time and her thoughts spun wildly. She couldn’t move. The dull hum of the dial tone echoed around her as she sat and stared at the phone.

  Jimmy. They had Jimmy.

  But who’s they?

  They knew Jimmy was her baby brother. What did he mean, ‘or he’s ours’?

  God. She leaned over and tried to catch her breath. Bile moved to the back of her throat, and threatened to gag her.

  She needed to think clearly. Needed a plan.

  Fuck a plan. She needed to help Jimmy.

  She flipped open her phone and looked at the time. Three o’clock. Ian wouldn’t be up for at least three more hours. Shit!

  She tried to call M.S. Inc., but her battery went suddenly and surprisingly dead. Fuck!

  She shook Ian. It was dark enough in the room. Maybe he could rise a little early?

  He didn’t move. His body felt like dead weight. Leaning over him, she kissed his cheek. His skin felt cold and hard to her lips.

  Resolved to be on her own, she gathered her clothes and quickly dressed. With knives and Glock in place she grabbed her coat and her pack.

  Going alone wasn’t smart, she knew that, but what were her choices? They had Jimmy. There was never any choice when it came to Jimmy.

  Leaving the storefront that hid Ian’s lair, she was pleased to see her car parked along the street. Ian didn’t drive so she could only imagine how the car actually got there. Did it matter? No. It was there and she needed it.

  Sliding into the driver’s seat, she tried to start the engine. It was another frigid day, and the car was slow to respond.

  “RRRRRRRRR.”

  “God, please let it start. I swear I’ll give my next paycheck to charity.”

  “RRRRR…Vrooom.”

  She exhaled, unaware she’d been holding her breath.

  “Thanks,” she mumbled and looked to the ceiling of her Honda.r />
  Revving the engine, she willed the car to warm up and nervously tapped the steering wheel. Slowly it began to heat, the engine sounded smoother, and the air ducts spit out luke warm air.

  Sliding the car in drive, she pulled moved away from the curb and headed south towards Colfax and 92nd.

  “Hang on Jimmy,” she said, and floored the gas.

  ***

  Walking into the abandoned warehouse, Kathryn felt the danger. It greeted her like the tepid embrace of an unwelcome stranger. Her heart beat in her ears, almost deafening her.

  Calm down, Kathryn.

  She swallowed past the lump lodged in her throat. Reaching to her back, she pulled out the Glock, checked to make sure it was loaded, and started walking.

  “Hello?” she called into the abandoned building. Her voice echoed around her.

  It was freezing in the building. Her breath billowed before her.

  All around, trash littered the ground. Colorful graffiti marked the walls, and the smell of urine made her eyes water. She stepped over a pile of rags, realizing once she’d passed, it was actually a person sleeping or passed out. She hoped there wasn’t a third option for him.

  Walking towards the back of the building, her feet stuck to whatever stained the floor. She didn’t even want to think about the possibilities.

  Her hands gripped the Glock tightly. The room was deathly silent. The only sound was a cloth hung over an open window that flopped and snapped in the winter wind.

  A shuffle of newspapers to her left made her jump. A rat scurried across her path.

  Calm down Kat. You need to keep your cool.

  “Hello?” she called again.

  Reaching the back of the building, she found herself with choices. A long hallway extended to her left and right. One way was dark and ominous; the other had a tiny sliver of light several yards down. It was an easy choice. She moved towards the light.

  The hall was warmer. She carefully stepped over piles of God only knew what, her eyes focused on the light, and her heart slowed. She had morphed into slayer mode.

  After walking about a hundred yards, a door was propped open to her right. The light came from behind the door.