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  “Gods, and I need you, Falinda. So much.” Stav groaned as he thrust up into her and she sank down to meet him at the same time.

  Charlie gasped his name and dug her fingernails into his broad shoulders by reflex. A low, encouraging growl was her reward. She had learned that Stavros liked a little pain with his pleasure—possibly because Blood Kindred liked being bitten almost as much as they liked biting.

  “Yes,” she heard him growl through their mental link. “Bite me, Falinda. Bite me and ride me until you come all over my shaft. And then it will be my turn to bite you…”

  He didn’t have to ask her twice. Leaning down, Charlie sank her little white teeth into the strong column of his throat, latching on to the side of his neck as he thrust inside her.

  Stav gasped and pulled her closer, locking arms that felt like muscular steel beams around her waist and hips. Charlie felt him surge inside her, his thick length growing even thicker as he pressed deep into her soft, velvety core.

  Part of the pleasure of making love with Stavros was that he created a kind of feed-back loop between them. She could feel the sensations he was feeling—the way her inner pussy wrapped around him like a velvet glove and he could feel her pleasure as well—the way her inner walls stretched to take him and the lightning flashes of intense sensation when the blunt head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb with each thrust. This feedback ability was the only thing left of his old Curse and Charlie loved it—it made making love with him a unique and addictive experience.

  “I’m addicted to you too, Falinda,” she heard him growl through their link. “Are you close, do you think? I want to fill you with my seed as I sink my fangs into your neck.”

  Charlie released him and licked the small wound her even white teeth had made on the side of his throat.

  “Then do it,” she said aloud, her voice husky with passion. “Come on, honey—bite me.”

  His eyes flashed with need but he shook his head.

  “You haven’t come yet.”

  “But I’m damn close,” Charlie pointed out. “And you know the minute you bite me and inject me, I won’t be able to help it. I’ll come right along with you.”

  “If you’re sure…” The need in his voice made it ragged and hoarse.

  “Always sure,” Charlie assured him. She undulated her hips, rocking against him to make her point. “Bite me, sweetheart—I want you to. I want your fangs in me deep.”

  As always, her assertion that she wanted his bite drove Stavros wild. For years as a Cursed One, no female of Tranq Prime, his home world, had wanted his bite. The fact that Charlie was desperate to feel his fangs in her made him incredibly hot.

  “Bare your throat for me.” His voice was a deep, guttural growl. “And spread your thighs wide, Falinda. I’m going to plant my seed deep in your soft little cunt tonight. Going to fill you up with my cum.”

  Charlie moaned at his dirty words. She loved when he talked like this to her—it was as much of a turn on as the way he tasted her and made love to her.

  Shifting her hair out of the way, she pressed the side of her neck to his mouth and waited for his fangs.

  This time Stav wasn’t quite so gentle—maybe because he knew Charlie wasn’t adverse to a little pain with her pleasure either. She moaned at the piercing sting of the double sets of razor sharp points puncturing her tender flesh. Then, as before, he began to inject her and an orgasm rolled over her, making her gasp and clench helplessly all around him.

  “Gods, you’re so tight around me!” she heard him growl through their link. “Love you, Charlie—love you so much!”

  “I love you too,” she managed to gasp and then he thrust up hard inside her, almost as if he was reaching for her heart, and she felt the head of his cock pressing hard against the mouth of her womb. She gasped and stiffened against him as he swelled even thicker within her. Then something hot and wet spurted against the end of her channel, making her moan again.

  “Stav!” she gasped as he continued to bathe her pussy with his seed. God, he felt so good inside her…so right. And as he came inside her, she felt his pleasure at the way her inner walls spasmed around him, almost milking the cum from him, as well as her own pleasure at the feel of him coming so deep inside her.

  “Stav,” she moaned again. “Stavros! God…love you so much!”

  “I love you too, Falinda,” he murmured, finally withdrawing his fangs. “Love you forever.”

  Charlie felt her heart overflowing and for a moment she thought she might actually cry she was so overwhelmed. She looked deep into her man’s eyes and opened her mouth to tell him it was forever because she was never leaving…

  And then the world grayed out and Stav’s indigo eyes disappeared. Instead, she was seeing something completely different.

  After a moment, she realized it was the interior of a little spaceship—much like the Kindred shuttles they used to ferry people back and forth between the Mother Ship and Earth. And in the shuttle, was a tall, black haired man with piercing silver-blue eyes. He was holding a girl with creamy brown skin to his bare chest and rocking her gently.

  He was saying something but Charlie couldn’t quite hear the words. What was going on? How was she seeing this?

  But just as she thought to ask those questions, the scene changed and she saw Two speaking to what looked like a living pile of mud.

  “Alas, they have escaped my liege,” Two was saying, his steel teeth flashing as he spoke. “But never fear, I will bring them back. And when I am done, they will beg for the merciful death of the passion berries. But no, I have a different fate in store for our lovely couple. A fate so much worse than death…”

  He threw back his head and laughed—at least Charlie thought it was laughing. A strange, unearthly howling noise issued from his skinny throat, sending chills down her spine.

  “They deserve no less,” the mud creature said in a thick, clotted voice. “Your reward will be great if you accomplish this, Two.”

  “How great?” Two’s eye gleamed with greed but somehow Charlie didn’t think he was greedy for money.

  “I have been dishonored in my own lair,” the mud creature said. “You shall have whatever you wish.”

  “Then you will See for me?” It was clear by the way he spoke the word that it had some great significance.

  The mud creature frowned, making it look like his face was melting off.

  “That is a very great request. As you know, my people can only See three times in their lifetime and then the gift is gone. I have lived a long life and have already Seen twice. I had thought to use my last Seeing to find the manner and time of my own death, so that I could circumvent it as others of my kind do.”

  “Ah, so you do not wish me to go after the two of them after all.” Two shrugged his narrow, bony shoulders and sighed deeply. “I understand, my liege.”

  “I did not say that.” The mud creature shifted slowly in its chair, making it obvious to Charlie why he couldn’t go after the girl and the dark haired man himself. Clearly he was slow as molasses in January, as her Mama used to say. There was no way he’d be able to get himself going in time to catch anyone if it came to a chase.

  Two, on the other hand, with his skinny physique and stringy muscles looked like he could really move. And she knew from awful experience how strong he was—he’d dangled her by the ankle over a bottomless pit and almost dropped her to her death. He was definitely the man for the job if you wanted to catch someone, she decided.

  “Well?” Two asked, looking down at the mud creature. “Will you agree to my terms?”

  “I must consider.” The mud creature frowned. “They are probably long gone, even as we speak. How can you find them? And even if you do, how will you approach them without them knowing? Your appearance is…singular, even for one of your kind.”

  “If you’re referring to my striking good looks, I must thank you for the compliment.” Two performed an elaborate bow. “But as to tracking them, finding people wh