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  She amused him. “I told you, I’m not dead. I’m still a man.”

  Her hand lifted off his stomach and gently squeezed his cock. She hovered just above him. She lowered a little, rubbing the crown against her very warm, wet pussy. Lethal groaned in anticipation of what she’d feel like once he was buried balls-deep.

  “Don’t torture me, Lacey.” He wanted to get inside her.

  She eased down and he ground his teeth together, his fangs lengthening at the sheer ecstasy of how tight and welcoming her body was. Sleek heat constricted around his cock as she took more of him. Her moan of pleasure became the most wonderful sound ever as she began to move up and down on him. Her hands slid up to his chest, braced against him, and he couldn’t look away from her beautiful eyes when they met his gaze.

  He was tempted to strongly enforce his will and order her to unchain him. She was wide open to him both physically and mentally now as the pleasure between them mounted. He resisted using mind control, not willing to interfere with her actions. She felt too good riding him and he wanted her a bit too much. It was best if he remained restrained. He didn’t trust that he wouldn’t lose all control. She was fragile and accidentally hurting her was a possibility if he was in charge.

  There were other suggestions he had no qualms about, however. You won’t kill me. You no longer have that desire. You want to believe what I say and deep down you know I’m nothing like the vampire who murdered your sister. You want to figure me out and shield me from others who will do me harm.

  Lacey rode Lethal frantically, her gaze locked with his, and the glowing beauty of his eyes turned her on more. His cock was large, thick and incredibly hard. No man had ever felt so good. She adjusted her hand, reached between their joined bodies, and her fingertip massaged her clit. She broke eye contact with him as the climax hit, so powerful she cried out and shook from the force of it. The man under her tensed his legs, bucking his hips upward as much as he could with the chains holding him down. He slammed into her hard and furiously, groaning her name as he came.

  She felt it when he did as her vaginal muscles fluttered from the aftermath of her own release, milking his cock, and his warm semen flooded deep inside her. She panted, stunned by the intense response to his body as she nearly collapsed on top of him. She would have but knew it would put her in range of his fangs.

  That would be really stupid. She opened her eyes. He looked even sexier after sex. Those white fangs pressed against his lower lip as if he’d tried to muffle the sounds he made. That was disappointing. She would have loved to hear every one.

  His irises truly glowed and she wondered if he attempted to take control of her mind. She should look away, though vampires had never been able to make her brainless with their suggestive abilities, it was possible that she just hadn’t come across one who was strong enough. He was a master and none of her team knew exactly what one was capable of, what power they possessed. They’d never caught one of those and didn’t know anyone who had.

  She just couldn’t look away, despite the risk. Part of her wondered if she’d been compromised but she disregarded it. He’d have forced her to remove the chains, not have sex with him.

  He licked the tip of his fangs. “I’m sorry if I frighten you. I have no intention of biting but they tend to come out when I’m really turned-on.”

  She shrugged and brushed her hand down over his stomach, tracing the muscles there. Fear wasn’t at the top of her list of what she currently felt. It was a little disheartening that the best lay of her life happened to be with a bloodsucker. It made it ten times worse that it was her duty to kill him. It was a depressing concept.

  “No worries. I’m not going near your mouth so it doesn’t matter.”

  He hesitated. “I’ll die a happy man now.” Amusement curved his lips. “I’ll close my eyes when death comes and remember how gorgeous you are and how amazing that was.”

  His words stunned her. She figured he might try to change her mind about opening the skylight. Most men would be pretty smug about getting a woman off. Not this one. It made her like him a little more. Not good.

  “Do you know anything about the vampire who killed your sister? Do you have a description of him?”

  The question surprised her. “Why do you want to know?”

  “I’d like you to do me one favor after you open that skylight and turn me to ash. Leave a note at that club you took me from, detailing what you know about her killer. My friends will hunt him down.” He paused. “We don’t abide vampires who take lives. It not only increases the danger of our exposure to your kind but it pisses us off. Just do it quickly. They’ll realize they’ve been compromised when I don’t return and move their location.”

  “Why would you offer me that?”

  “You gifted me with a memorable last evening. It’s a good way to die.”

  She didn’t believe him.

  “Trust me, Lacey. I’ve imagined how I would go out of this life many a time. Most of my kind die in battle or from the stakes of humans who kill us for sport. You have a noble cause. Family is important enough to avenge. That is honorable and I respect that.” His gaze lowered to her breasts, a smile playing at his lips. “And a beautiful body. I wish to help you fulfill your quest to take out your sister’s murderer as a way to show my gratitude.”

  She stared at his face, looking for some hint of deception. What was his angle? Maybe he hoped she was dim-witted enough to share details with someone at that club so they could figure out how to find her. They would come seeking revenge for Lethal’s death.

  “I don’t think so.”

  He frowned. “Fine. There’s a rogue vampire out there attacking and killing humans and he won’t stop until someone takes him out. You have known the loss of a loved one. Why make others experience that same pain?”

  She leaned forward, her hands braced against his chest again in case he lunged up to try to sink his teeth into her. With her arms locked it would throw her back if he attempted it. She wanted to believe him but anyone in his situation would say anything to save his own life.

  “What makes you think they could find him?”

  “There aren’t many of us in each city. It’s just a matter of having a description and setting up surveillance of anyone who fits it. They’ll be there to stop him permanently the first time he goes after another woman. We weren’t aware of any murders or we would have already taken care of it. We haven’t been in town long and only the high-profile cases have caught our attention. With your help, they’ll know who to hunt.”

  He is really good. He looked at her with such sincerity that, if she didn’t know what he was, she’d have believed him. Long black eyelashes adorned those really arresting eyes. What if he is telling the truth? She bit her lip, considering that. The idea of finding Beth’s killer was too tempting to easily dismiss.

  “Her death ruined everything,” she admitted. “I was engaged, had a job I loved and a great life. After she died this jerk showed up at my apartment to tell me he knew what had killed her. I thought he was insane but he showed me one like you. They’d captured a vamp and made me watch him burn alive in the sun. I became obsessed with finding your kind to prevent others from knowing my loss. I couldn’t stomach lying to everyone I knew so I avoided getting close to anyone after I walked away from my old life.”

  “Why did they even tell you?” He frowned. “I mean, what was the point? The truth would only torment you more.”

  “They needed help going after vampires and my father was a Marine sniper, which was posted in Beth’s obituary. Our dad raised us after our mother took off. He taught us how to use guns and the picture I’d given to the newspaper showed us together at the firing range.”

  He sighed. “Did you shoot me or was it your father?”

  “He died a year before I lost Beth. It’s just me now.” It was a roundabout admission. It didn’t sit well with her to admit that she was the one who’d taken him down now that their relationship had become far mo