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  “All done. They aren’t bleeding.”

  He spun back, grabbed the showerhead and replaced it in the holder. “I want you.”

  His hands returned to her hips and she gasped when he lifted her off her feet, pinning her to the tile wall. Overpowering emotions slammed into her. The mental door had been thrown wide open with an explosive charge.

  “Do you feel how much I want you?” He brushed kisses across the top of her shoulder.

  Jasmine moaned, spreading her legs and wrapping them around his waist as fiery need burned bright. His passion and hers seemed to combine until all she could think about was having him inside her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his wet skin as she used her hold on him to rub against his body.

  “So mine,” Chase softly growled. “You need to feed.”

  “I ate while you were gone.” It annoyed her that he’d think about food while they were touching.

  “Blood.”

  His lips returned to her throat, the points of his fangs drawing erotic twin lines down to her shoulder. He spun them around and pinned her against the wall. One shift of his hips and his cock nudged against her pussy. She was wet and ready for him as he slowly entered her.

  “Chase!” Raw pleasure blinded her as her eyes closed and he drove into her deep.

  He froze there and pulled his mouth away. “Drink.”

  Her hips twisted as she tried to ride his cock but he pressed against her tighter, making it impossible.

  “Mine? Look at me.”

  Her eyes snapped open. His were glowing, staring directly at her. One hand lifted and she saw his fingernails had lengthened into claws. They would have frightened her before but not anymore. His index finger dug into his muscular chest above his right nipple.

  “Drink now if you want me.”

  Her mate mentally sent her waves of lust. Her mind wasn’t able to block them and she cried out, hurting for him to fuck her.

  “Drink,” he demanded.

  She sealed her mouth over the bleeding wound and the taste of blood wasn’t gross. Instead, the flavor burst on her tongue, a mixture of something wonderful and delicious. She moaned, hungrily sucking. A snarl tore from Chase as he adjusted to grip her hips and began to slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. Pleasure rocked through her system as his thick, rigid cock rubbed against her sensitive nerve endings. All thought left Jasmine as ecstasy gripped her. She kept drinking, overloaded from his addictive taste and how wonderful he felt, until the climax struck and she had to pull her mouth away from his chest to scream out his name.

  His release followed and she cried out with their thoughts linked, coming a second time when ecstasy tore through her again. She could feel his pleasure, making it her own, every jet of his semen filling her with another burst of rapture until blackness threatened to take her.

  “Easy.” Chase tightened his arms more firmly around her, one shelving her ass while the other curled around her waist.

  Her head fell forward to rest against his shoulder as he kicked open the shower door and carried her to the counter to gently place her there. Jasmine didn’t want to let him go but she knew he wanted to dry her off and take her to bed. The link between them was wide open and while she couldn’t hear his thoughts as words, she knew his intentions. Her hold loosened.

  Jasmine hated the loss as he stepped back to grab towels but he returned immediately. Big hands were gentle as they patted her dry with the thick cotton. She peered into his eyes as he looked into hers. A strong sense of love filtered through but also fear.

  “Why?”

  He studied her closely with a frown. “You’re confused and alarmed.”

  “You’re afraid of something.”

  The link between them snapped closed. It hurt as if he’d rejected her.

  “Chase?” She cupped his face. “Don’t just turn it off like that.”

  He bit his bottom lip and opened up to her again as he stepped between her parted legs to stand there. “I’m sorry. You’re adjusting to being my mate and this bond is new to both of us. I felt your pain. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “What are you afraid of?”

  His arms wrapped around her, lifted and carried her into the bedroom. “I didn’t want you to see that.”

  “You can’t possibly be afraid of me. I’m not going to leave you or ever betray you by telling anyone what you are.”

  He sat on the bed with her on his lap. “I know that. You’re a new mate and that makes you vulnerable. That worry is what you caught through our bond.”

  “Why?”

  “You’re fragile right now. In time you’ll grow stronger and gain some of my abilities.” He pulled her closer to his chest until they were nose to nose. “Your bone density will be tougher than human, you’ll heal faster and you’ll be harder to kill. You’ll be able to defend yourself better once I teach you how to fight.” He smiled. “I plan to do that.”

  “Fight what?”

  “My enemies. I have many but I’m working on dealing with them to make you safer. They will never get near you if I have my way but I want you to learn how to protect yourself just in case you ever need to. We’ll start your training in a few weeks when your physical changes are over.”

  She allowed that information to sink in. “Am I going to look any different?”

  “No, mine. Denser bones won’t make you physically larger. They’ll just be more difficult to break. You won’t grow fangs either. I’ll always have to cut my skin to feed you.”

  Jasmine glanced down at his chest. The scratch had already begun to heal.

  “I won’t have scars from feeding you. A wound has to be pretty deep to do that.” He suddenly turned, coming down on top of her where he caged her body on the bed. “Do you know what I want, mine?”

  “Why are you calling me that?”

  He brushed his lips over hers before smiling. “It’s what you are. Mine.” His mind opened up to her and strong emotions struck.

  “You want me again.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I want you too.”

  Chapter Seven

  Every muscle tensed as Chase tilted his head, listening for the slightest sound. The club was unusually quiet.

  “Easy,” Blaron rasped from across the room. “They will come.”

  A human wouldn’t have heard his words but they were clear to Chase. He glanced up into the rafters where lights were strung, immediately wishing he hadn’t spotted his friend standing on a narrow beam. The Irishman wore a kilt.

  “Underwear,” he muttered, quickly looking away. “Wear it.”

  His friend chuckled.

  “Aye,” Lethal whispered from behind the bar. “I tell him but he won’t listen. I wear pants to avoid a breeze.”

  “Leave me alone. I enjoy the freedom.” Blaron laughed.

  “I’m not enjoying the view. I never want to see that much of you again.” Chase refused to look up a second time as he scanned the shadows in the club. “Did you hear that?”

  “Aye.” Lethal crouched out of sight. “We have company.”

  The scent of blood was strong as three recently fed vampires strolled into the main part of the club, their scent helping to mask the presence of his friends. Chase walked out to greet them, arms folded over his chest. “Gentlemen, the club is closed tonight. Private party.”

  “We heard.” The brunet vamp grinned to reveal his fangs. “We came to introduce ourselves to your lovely bride. I hope we haven’t missed the wedding?” He glanced around. “Where are she and the minister?”

  “In the back,” Chase lied, his fist tightening on the stake he hid between his forearm and ribs. “You need to leave.”

  The second vampire positioned himself to Chase’s left. “Not without meeting your human.” He inhaled. “A-positive? That’s my favorite.”

  Guilt struck Chase that he’d purposely cut Jasmine with his fingernail to stain his shirt with a little of her blood while she’d slept. He’d needed to fool anyone within range