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  “I don’t know—do you?”

  In answer, he dropped to his knees beside the couch.

  “Spread your legs for me, Ladara. Let me drink from you.”

  Sarah had been sitting there with the dark blue towel pooled around her waist. Now she opened it and lay back on the couch, cushioning her head against the thick leather armrest.

  Sazar knelt between her thighs, running his big, warm hands up and down her bare legs.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re all open for me this way, sweetheart.” He began placing slow, hot kisses up and down her legs, from her ticklish inner ankles to the tender insides of her knees…and then up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

  “Hey,” Sarah protested breathlessly. “I…I thought you weren’t supposed to, uh, stimulate me before you bit me? How can we tell if I’m your Fated Mate if you’re getting me all worked up first?”

  “Getting you all worked up, as you put it, doesn’t do anything to prove or disprove the Fated Mate theory,” he murmured. “It’s only if I’m stimulating your sweet little clit while I bite you that negates the test. And to be truthful, even manual stimulation won’t help you enjoy my bite between your thighs if you aren’t my Fated Mate.” He stroked her inner thighs and kissed her again. “So I can taste and lick and suck your pussy all I want to—it won’t make any difference when it comes to biting such a sensitive area. Either you’ll enjoy it or you won’t.”

  “Well then, let’s see if I enjoy it,” Sarah suggested a little breathlessly. But to her surprise, Sazar shook his head.

  “I want to taste you first, Ladara,” he murmured. “I want to drink of your sweet pussy juices before I drink of your blood. Only after I’ve licked your hot little cunt and felt you coming all over my face will I sink my fangs into you there.”

  “Oh…” The dirty words spoken in his deep, growling voice were doing all kinds of things to Sarah’s insides. “All right,” she whispered. “I guess if that’s the way you want to do it.”

  “It is…” His eyes were glowing red again with obvious lust and need. “So spread yourself for me, sweetheart—let me get between your thighs and taste you deeply.”

  “Yes, Sazar,” she whispered and opened her thighs wider, allowing him easier access.

  * * * * *

  Sazar groaned when he saw her sweet, pink folds spreading for him. Gods she was so hot and sweet and perfect, his little human! And her pussy was already so wet—the hallmark of a true numalla—prized by the Blood Kindred because their wet pussies allowed a male’s thick shaft to slip easily into the female’s sheath.

  He longed to lap up those sweet juices, to feel her quivering against him as he tasted her perfect little pussy. But first he had to mark her with his scent. It was something all Kindred, no matter what type they belonged to, felt the need to do.

  Leaning down, he gripped her thighs and rubbed his cheek against her soft mound. Her sweet feminine musk filled his senses and his shaft was suddenly so hard in his flight leathers it ached for release.

  Reaching down, he popped open the magno-tabs holding his leathers closed, giving his shaft some room to breathe. He thought of taking himself in hand but he needed both hands to touch and pleasure Sarah right now. Indeed, she was already shifting her hips against the couch and moaning though he had only rubbed his cheek against her. Gods, she was so sensitive…so responsive to his touch!

  Time to touch her more, then, whispered a little voice in his head. Sazar couldn’t have agreed more.

  Ducking his head, he spread her outer pussy lips with his thumbs, opening her sweet, pink folds even wider, before placing a hot, open mouthed kiss over the tight little button of her clit.

  Sarah moaned and bucked upward at once and her pussy got even wetter. Looking at how her folds were shiny with her honey, Sazar knew he couldn’t wait any longer to taste her fully.

  He nuzzled closer and let just the tip of his tongue slip into her entrance, finding the opening to her channel and the sweet treasure within. Sarah gasped and quivered, her entire body shaking, as he lapped upward, gathering as much of her salty-sweet juices on his tongue as he could.

  “Oh,” she moaned and he felt her small hands in his hair. “Oh Sazar, please…please don’t stop!”

  His cock surged again, making him feel hard enough to fuck through a brick wall. Gods, he loved her soft, sexy, curvy body and the way she begged for his tongue in her!

  “Just getting started, Ladara,” he promised hoarsely. “Just lay still like a good girl and let me lick your sweet pussy until you come.”

  But of course she couldn’t hold still. As he licked her again and then again and then sucked the bud of her clit into his mouth and circled it lazily with his tongue, she moaned and cried and jerked under his exploring mouth. Sazar had been right—he needed both hands to hold her in place as she writhed against him, her soft little fingers tugging at his hair as broken syllables of need fell from her lush lips.

  Just tasting her was almost enough to make him come. Feeling her full thighs wrapped around his head, hearing her cry and moan, lapping away her honey while she made more and more, living up to her numalla name…it made him fucking rock hard and nearly crazy with lust until he didn’t know if he wanted to bite her or fuck her or both.

  Make her come, he told himself, holding onto his self control grimly. Make her come first and then you can do both.

  “Sazar…Sazar!” She cried his name like a prayer, bucking her hips up shamelessly to ride his face until his mouth and cheeks and chin were shiny with her juices.

  “Hold still sweetheart—need to eat your sweet pussy until you come,” he growled.

  Gripping her hips in both hands, Sazar held her down and lapped her, exploring her pussy thoroughly with his tongue and teasing her tight little clit. Every once in a while he tested her by pressing his fangs lightly against her sensitive flesh. But Sarah never jerked away or begged him to stop. In fact, she seemed to get even wetter every time he tried it. The Blood Hunger was teasing at his nerves even though he had drunk from her not that long ago. Gods, he wanted her!

  He became aware that Sarah’s moans and cries had turned into coherent words again. He lifted his head for a moment and tried to focus on what she was saying.

  “Bite me, Sazar,” she was begging, her bare breasts and tight pink nipples heaving as she panted with need. “Please, please bite me! I want you to—I need you to!”

  Sazar told himself he should make her come first. If she wasn’t his Fated Mate, the pain of him sinking his fangs into such an intimate area could ruin or derail her pleasure. But she was begging him so hard he couldn’t help himself—he wanted to bite her as badly as she wanted to be bitten.

  He had to do it now.

  Pressing her down hard with his hands to stop her wiggling, he leaned forward, fangs extended, and struck.

  * * * * *

  The entire time he was tasting her, Sarah kept feeling the sharp points of his fangs brushing against her slippery inner pussy. Though she was well aware she shouldn’t like this, it seemed to push her higher—further into ecstasy. She cried out and bucked against him, tangling her fingers in his hair as she rode his face shamelessly.

  She began to want his bite—to crave it as she had never craved anything before. Every time those sharp points brushed her she felt closer and closer to the edge. Finally she heard herself begging him, crying for the pleasure of his touch—the sharp kiss of his fangs.

  “Bite me,” she begged, pressing up to get more of him—his cheeks scratching against her tender thighs, his hot tongue lapping from the entrance of her pussy all the way up her slit. “Please, Sazar—bite me now! I can’t wait—I need it—need you. Bite me!”

  At first she thought he wouldn’t listen, that he would insist on making her come first. Which he certainly could—she was close already. But she couldn’t help thinking that it would be so much better, so much hotter, if he would only bite her first.