The Complete Hearts Aflame Collection: 12-Book Bundle (4 Trilogies)

By Melissa F. Hart

I'm proud to release the complete Hearts Aflame Collection.

Lust After Dark Collection
Book 1: Hunter's Heart
Book 2: Death and Desire
Book 3: Seduced

Angel at Large trilogy
Book 1: Falling for an Angel
Book 2: The Heart Plunderer
Book 3: An Angel in my Bed

When Naughty Becomes so Nice
Book 1: Christmas Choices
Book 2: Wrapped up with Ribbons
Book 3: A Fresh New Year

The Clover Leaf Café trilogy
Book 1: It's Not Enough
Book 2: I Need More
Book 3: Finish It Tonight

• Language: English
• Publisher: MFH Ink Publishing
• Release date: Feb 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310094583

Melissa F. Hart

I started writing romance fiction since I was 16 years old. I'm now a published writer thanks to the wonderful world of ebooks.I live in Canada and I love the winter months. As you can see, I wrote several books related to the winter holidays.I'm not represented by an agent and I'm a proud indie. I have learned how to create websites and edit images, design book covers, etc. All my books and what you see on this website I have created myself.I'm currently a certified accountant but my dream is to be a full-time independent writer of hot erotic romance books.

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The Complete Hearts Aflame Collection: 12-Book Bundle (4 trilogies)

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Copyright © 2013 by Melissa F. Hart. All rights reserved worldwide.

No part of this book may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, without the prior written consent of the author/publisher.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

http://www.melissafhart.com/

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Table of Contents

Hunter’s Heart

1.1 - Chapter One

1.1 - Chapter Two

1.1 - Chapter Three

1.1 - Chapter Four

Death and Desire

1.2 - Chapter One

1.2 - Chapter Two

1.2 - Chapter Three

Seduced

1.3 - Chapter One

1.3 - Chapter Two

Falling for an Angel

2.1 - Prologue

2.1 - Chapter One

2.1 - Chapter Two

2.1 - Chapter Three

2.1 - Chapter Four

2.1 - Chapter Five

2.1 - Chapter Six

The Heart Plunderer

2.2 - Chapter One

2.2 - Chapter Two

2.2 - Chapter Three

2.2 - Chapter Four

2.2 - Chapter Five

2.2 - Chapter Six

2.2 - Chapter Seven

2.2 - Chapter Eight

An Angel in My Bed

2.3 - Chapter One

2.3 - Chapter Two

2.3 - Chapter Three

2.3 - Chapter Four

2.3 - Chapter Five

2.3 - Chapter Six

2.3 - Chapter Seven

Christmas Choices

3.1 - Chapter One

3.1 - Chapter Two

3.1 - Chapter Three

3.1 - Chapter Four

3.1 - Chapter Five

Wrapped Up with Ribbons

3.2 - Chapter One

3.2 - Chapter Two

3.2 - Chapter Three

3.2 - Chapter Four

3.2 - Chapter Five

3.2 - Chapter Six

A Fresh New Year

3.3 - Chapter One

3.3 - Chapter Two

3.3 - Chapter Three

3.3 - Chapter Four

3.3 - Chapter Five

3.3 - Chapter Six

It’s Not Enough

4.1 - Chapter One

4.1 - Chapter Two

4.1 - Chapter Three

4.1 - Chapter Four

4.1 - Chapter Five

4.1 - Chapter Six

4.1 - Chapter Seven

I Need More

4.2 - Chapter One

4.2 - Chapter Two

4.2 - Chapter Three

4.2 - Chapter Four

4.2 - Chapter Five

4.2 - Chapter Six

4.2 - Chapter Seven

4.2 - Chapter Eight

4.2 - Chapter Nine

4.2 - Chapter Ten

Finish It Tonight

4.3 - Chapter One

4.3 - Chapter Two

4.3 - Chapter Three

4.3 - Chapter Four

4.3 - Chapter Five

4.3 - Chapter Six

4.3 - Chapter Seven

4.3 - Chapter Eight

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Synopsis

Hunter’s Heart

In a world of vampire clans and expected alliances, Garrett is a loner. He hurts no one. He helps no one. But his very refusal to join a clan puts him in danger from the often vicious blood families. When a nearby clan sends a hunting party to convert or kill him, he encounters the deadly and beautiful Tahlia. The sparks immediately fly between the two vampires, leading to a final confrontation that could put them both at risk.

Death and Desire

Rosalind lost her lover in the great clan wars over 300 years ago. Since then, she had been in mourning, existing only to take blood and to walk among her clan as little more than a shadow of what she was. One evening, she stumbles upon what she believes is a dying human man whose helplessness arouses both her curiosity and her hunger. In the heat of the moment, she is torn between feasting on his body and satisfying her sudden need to know what sort of creature he truly was. As she lunges in to take his life or to reveal his illusion, suddenly a third and most unexpected choice rises up in the darkness to catch her unawares: desire.

Seduced

Isabel’s sister is being courted by the devil. Or so it appears to the headstrong lawyer who works among criminals everyday. This man, Micah, is too smooth, too practiced to be all he seems. Determined to prevent her sister from succumbing to the charms of a dangerous man, Isabel follows him and discovers his shocking secret: he’s a vampire. Now, knowing what she thinks is the worst about him, will Isabel be able to save her sister from Micah or will she too fall prey to the dangerous seducer?

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Hunter’s Heart

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Chapter One

The waitress poured Garrett’s coffee, treating him to a long glimpse of her cleavage, the plump breasts propped up in a red lace bra in the V-neck of her tight t-shirt.

If you want anything else, she murmured in her cigarette-burned voice. Just ask. Or take.

The invitation was there in her eyes for Garrett to plainly see, but he merely nodded his thanks and slipped a ten dollar bill under the pepper shaker for the two dollar coffee. The waitress, who looked barely out of her teens, reluctantly turned away from him to tend to her other customers, twitching her hips provocatively with each step.

Garrett curled his hands around the steaming hot mug of black coffee, not at all tempted by the human female’s antics. He had been alone for a very long time. No friend. No family. And definitely no woman. Still, he was willing to go even longer without sex and companionship rather than wasting his time with a breakable human woman he couldn’t use his full strength on.

Through the window of the late-night Atlanta diner, a brilliant crescent moon burned through the trailing clouds. The night was dark and full, a beautiful cloak for the city wreathed in lights. Summer heat reached Garrett, even in the building with its firmly closed doors and cold air conditioning system. He sat at the back at the diner in the vinyl booth, warming his hands around his cup of coffee and pondering his solitary nature.

As a human, the aloneness was something he had chosen. He was a rarity among his people and had gotten used to walking the solitary path. But his isolation was something he thought would end when he found a woman he wanted to make his wife; then they would make beautiful children together. Create a beautiful life.

But then Grayson had come along, the vampire who made him, and Garrett was consigned to being alone forever. He brought the hot coffee to his lips, feigned taking a sip just for the simple and decadent sensation of warmth against his cold face.

Nearly midnight. More than half a dozen humans in the diner, drinking coffee, eating their meals, enjoying an evening indoors away from the muggy summer heat. In the corner of the diner, a TV played the latest hot reality show. Women making fools of themselves for a few moments in front of a camera.

The harsh cry of a woman jerked his head away from the TV screen.

Help! A howl of agony.

A human woman in need. She screamed again. The sound provoked the beast in him, the fear in the woman’s voice. But he had ignored that part of him for long enough that it took a mere thought to silence it.

Garrett looked around the diner, expecting one of the men in the large room, especially the burly one with the beard and thick bowl full of chili on the table in front of him, to jump up and run to the woman’s rescue. He seemed like the type to get off on saving women in need. Garrett linked his fingers around the coffee cup and inhaled again that warm heat, that scent he had loved as a human. His eyes closed briefly as the savored the scent.

When he opened his eyes again, the man was still there. Calmly eating his chili, while the other man across from him extensively detailed a monster truck rally he’d recently been to. Garrett felt himself stirring restlessly. Why didn’t these men do something to help the wailing woman? He wasn’t so far gone from his humanity that such screams did not move him.

Help me! the woman cried out, over and over again. Her voice rose, shrieking into the night like a siren.

It was a wonder these men, these human beings, could ignore such agonized cries without flinching. Human? Weren’t they supposed to be the ones rushing to the aid of the weak? Sheltering the sheep from ravening beasts? He looked around him as the woman’s voice grew even more desperate, then came what sounded like the gurgling of blood in her lungs. Garrett jumped to his feet.

He left the booth and swiftly crossed the small cafe, ignoring the waitress disappointed eyes on him. He let himself out the door and into the cool darkness that immediately enfolded him. As always, in the night, he felt invincible. The darkness touched his skin like a lover, tugging him deeper into her mysteries as he left the world of light and civility behind.

The woman’s cries still rose up in the air. If anything, they were louder, more pleading, more heart rending. Garrett ran toward her pain. He searched the night, running faster than human eyes could see, searching in the dark corners of the human world, this Atlanta where he’d found himself living for the last sixty years.

Garrett ran through the streets, hands flexing into claws, preparing to fight humans or even other vampires to save the woman. But when he found her, stumbled upon the bright red smell of her in a lonely cul-de-sac, she was alone.

Face down and bleeding in a clearing at the end of a dead end street. Far enough away from the diner that it seemed incredible to him that he’d even heard the woman crying out. No wonder the others in the diner hadn’t reacted. They hadn’t heard the woman at all.

A yellow street blanketed her prone form in its pitiless lighting. The smell of blood was like a too-heavy perfume around the woman. Garrett swallowed against his sudden hunger at the tantalizing scent and crept closer to the woman.

He thought he’d been used their smells, living among humans - or at least on the periphery of their human city - for all these years. But there was something almost intoxicating about the blood around this woman, or was it the blood in her veins? Her hair was thick and black, spilling over a leather jacket and onto the pavement. He couldn’t see her face but her body was slender, her shape pleasing under the jeans that clung to her hips and thighs.

Garrett growled silently at himself. Had he been without a woman so long that he would ogle a helpless female at a time when she needed a hospital or worse? He reached out a hand to feel for her pulse. He felt a stab of disappointment. There was none.

But suddenly, the woman jerked up into a sitting position, leapt up to land on her feet in a crouch, a hand swiftly rising with a needle, a syringe. Garrett leapt back, on his feet in an instant. He stared at the creature he’d thought was human. Wide black eyes. Thick hair falling straight around her face like black rain. She bared her teeth.

Vampire!

I’m no human easily taken down, outsider! Her voice was husky and rough. Dark and compelling like her hair, her face.

She jumped fully her feet, sped toward him. But he jumped back, moving at more than human speed the same moment he felt the presence of others in the small clearing. Other non-humans. But even more, what grabbed his attention was the fact of her eyes on him, watching. The hatred and fear of him along with another emotion poured from her like poisoned water.

Garrett knew he should leave her. Obviously, she had trapped him here for a reason. The others like her were coming, but he couldn’t stop staring at her soft mouth, at the way she moved as if flowing across the earth like a piece of silk on a breeze. Her eyes were black and vicious as they stared at him, into him.

Outsider! She snarled.

The female leapt at him, her hand lashing out. Pain ripped into Garrett’s chest. Lashing into him until he clenched his teeth, biting back a howl of agony. Okay, now she was playing serious games. He bared his teeth, fingers curled. She dared to hurt him when all he had wanted to do was save her? Her eyes glittered in triumph as he moved closer. But then the smell of the others rose up even more around him. At least six others. Carrying guns. He bared his teeth at the woman, growling. Then he leapt over her head away from the smell of the other vampires, tearing into the bushes and toward safety.

Chapter Two

Garrett ran. Tearing through the bushes that tore at him in return; slashing at his clothes, at his face. As the sticks and twigs scratched him, ripping open his skin, he felt blood well up, the sting of each wound opening, then felt them begin closing even as he sprinted through the darkness, avoiding the lights and the humans on a path he’d taken a thousand times before.

His chest burned from where she had struck him. She had sunk a piece of metal into his skin. His flesh had already begun to heal around it. The burn of it in his skin was agony. As if she had poisoned him. He ran past an abandoned store window. The reflective glass briefly showed him. Dark and desperate, racing, his leather jacket flapping behind him. His feet barely touched the ground.

That woman! Another vampire. Gloriously provocative. And she had harmed him.

They were coming after him, he felt it. He felt them close. Relentlessly pursuing just as his sire had said they would all those years ago. But after almost ninety years with no sign of other vampires coming to take his freedom or his life, Garrett had grown complacent living in Atlanta. And they’d almost taken him. Never again. But he couldn’t get the face of that woman from his mind. Blazing eyes. A body fit for loving. Even now, he felt himself stir at the remembered look of her.

He was close to his sanctuary now. Garrett slowed. He was in the woods. His cabin was only a few hundred feet away, across the creek and through the trees. He leapt through the fallen leaves, careful to leave no trace. At the cabin door, he typed in the code for the electronic lock, and closed himself inside.

His heart pounded in his chest, blood roaring through his body. It was a good thing he had fed earlier that day, glutted himself on a deer he’d found roaming through Candler Park. It wasn’t the kind he’d preferred. But it was hot and fresh from the source. Choosing not to kill humans and to use only sip from a select few of the whores and runaways he’d encountered on Ponce de Leon Avenue often left him unable to be choosy about where his next blood meal was coming from.

He slammed the cabin door, walking quickly into the belly of his refuge, not his true home, but the place his sire had urged him to cultivate in case he ever came under the watch of clan vampires. It was a sparse place. A small place. A log cabin, mostly hidden by the trees. Inside, it had nothing but a bed, weapons, first aid supplies, a cache of blood in the fridge. If they had been able to find Garrett at that diner, then they probably already knew where he lived. Perhaps even waited there for him now.

He ripped off his shirt, strode into the bathroom, growling in annoyance at himself. He should have been more careful. He should have moved on like his sire had advised him to do. But he enjoyed being in Atlanta. The sights and sounds of the city that reminded him so much of Chicago; the place where he was born and had been stolen by his sire.

The mirror reflected back Garrett’s blood-streaked face. Healed. Grimacing. The thick black curls spilling untidily around his face. Golden eyes glittering in fury and pain. That woman! Growling, he shoved her from his mind. Another time.

He grabbed the first aid kit, kicked the door shut to have access to the full-length mirror behind it, and sank to the floor. His flesh throbbed over the metal stuck under the healed skin. He had to get it out. Although metal healed into his vampire skin wouldn’t kill him, it was painful as hell and made any injury he’d suffered as a human pale by comparison. He’d learned that lesson well enough when his sire had broken off a sword between his ribs and left him to putrefaction in agony for days. That had been a lesson in how the clan vampires would treat him if they found him; one of the ways they would try to convert him join their clans. Pain. Denial. Starvation. Temptation.

Garrett grabbed a scalpel from the first aid kit and sliced into his own skin. His jaw clenched in agony as he pried the small square from the flesh that had grown around it. Into it. As he ripped out the metal, blood welled up, spilled down his chest to his belly. His eyes narrowed. A faint trace of energy, something digital hummed from the flat black square. A tracking device. Fuck!

He jumped up, crushed the thing under his boot. He grabbed his shirt, pulling it on as he ran from the bathroom and to the hidden panel behind the flat-screen TV that kept his weapons. The front door crashed open, splinters flying. He grabbed an assault rifle, whirling to face the intruders.

Drop it!

The vampire woman stood in his doorway. She pointed some sort of gun at him. At least he assumed it was a gun. It was long and reflective, its two barrels leveled at him with deadly intent.

I said, drop the fucking gun.

Garrett’s hand tightened around the assault rifle loaded with hollow points. It would not kill a vampire, but it would slow them down until he swooped in to take their head. Once the head was gone, the existence was gone. But he didn’t want to take this woman’s head. Something about her - perhaps simply her very femaleness - called out to him. Made him want to take her into his arms and—

Her finger tightened on the trigger. Garrett leapt wide and to her left just as the gun roared. The wall behind where he had been standing was covered in a glittering web, some sort of electronic net. Capture him. She wanted to capture him! He leapt, running up the side of the wall to the ceiling.

The gun exploded again as she growled at him in a language he didn’t understand. A net shot from the gun and pinned the ceiling above her head. But he was already dropping down on top of her, wrestling the gun from her hand. He grabbed her wrists to take the gun from her hand, twisting them until the bones snapped. She screamed, more in anger than agony, as the gun clattered to the floor. Garrett grabbed the vampire woman, slammed her into the wall, grabbed her arms, and pinned them behind her back.

She screamed. Let me go, you piece of filth!

Garrett ground the broken bones of her wrist together. Already, they were healing. He knew she was in pain. He’d felt it in himself from the many times his much stronger sire had trained him, slamming pain into him to make him stronger. He tried to be gentler with her, but the vampire woman only screamed obscenities at him for his efforts, tried to head butt him. He grabbed a poker from the fireplace and bent it tightly around her wrists. He slammed her to the floor and rolled her onto her stomach, then did the same to her ankles. All the while, she bucked wildly, shrieking the things she would do to him once she got free, how she would make him scream for his mother and beg for this second life of his to end.

All the while she yelled and called him the filthiest names imaginable, he expected footsteps. Expected the smell of other vampires to roll through the air, befouling his retreat. But it was just her. No one else. He sat on the vampire woman’s back, breathing heavily.

She bucked under him like a wild thing, but he simply kept her down with his full weight, waiting for her to wear herself out. It took a long time.

Let me up, loner, she growled. Do it now and I won’t make it so painful for you when I kill you. When the others come, I’ll tell them to be gentle with you. They will only snap your neck instead of torturing you for daring to touch me.

I doubt your friends are coming, Garrett said, the certainty of that growing the more he looked down at the woman.

She had rushed out to hunt him herself. The tracking device sunk into his body had been hers and hers alone. No one else followed its electronic signal. Garrett watched her with narrowed eyes.

Under him, she was as lushly curved as he remembered from the clearing. Her body encased in close-fitting jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket and stretched across her back. Even now, with her depleted energy, she still squirmed underneath him, her luscious bottom moving in a way that excited him. He could feel himself hardening; the blood pumping harder through his veins.

Shit! Why hadn’t he taken a human woman regularly as his sire had advised? There were so many things now that he wished he had done. With the first vampire woman he had been close to in over fifty years writhing under him, grunting and threatening to gut him with her bare hands, he was as hard as a pike.

Be still! he growled.

Or what, Outsider?

She bucked even more. He abruptly stood up, lifted her in one hand, scooped up the gun in the other. He dropped her on the couch, grabbed the gun to shoot her. The woman growled just as the gun barked, an electronic net pinned her down, sparking webs of blue electricity, completely encasing her, anchored to the floor on one side, the couch on the other. Now, she was his prisoner.

Garrett took the moment to stare down at the female vampire at his leisure. But even as he enjoyed the sight of her staining against the bright blue webbing, her breasts straining against the white t-shirt and leather jacket, part of him was screaming for him to run, Run, RUN! and grab his things: the guns, money, passport, the new truck, and leave her there on the floor for her comrades to find.

But even as the warning burst through him, he was already ignoring it. Yes, he grabbed his bag filled with a few clothes, the guns packed with hollow points, the cash, his blood rations. But with his chest heaving from the exertion of fighting with her, he grabbed a tranquilizer from his first aid kit and crept up to her.

Leave me be, worm! The vampire woman was the fiercest creature he’d ever encountered.

She twisted in the same bonds she would have used to subdue him; the electrified webbing was trapping her to the floor while seeming to also sap her tremendous strength. Garrett knelt at her side. I’ll leave you the same way you left me, woman. He slid the needle in her neck. Moments later, she sagged and went completely still. He waited another few minutes to make sure she wasn’t faking it before putting his hastily patched together plan into action.

Chapter Three

The road flew past under the truck’s tires. Garrett rested his hands easily on the wheel, though he kept checking his mirrors and his preternatural senses to see if anyone followed them, if any of his enemies were near. On the seat beside him, the vampire woman lay still knocked out, belted in, naked except for his shirt, her head lolling against the window. He’d wanted to leave her behind. It had even seemed like the best course of action to make sure he got out of this confrontation with his freedom and his undead life.

But something had drawn him to the woman like steel to a magnet. And it wasn’t simply her incredible beauty. He had seen more beautiful women before. Human women, of course, since he had never before been so close to an undead female. But the smell of her was like a drug. Her blood that had spilled when they fought. The cool touch of her skin against his. Her body that seemed to have risen from one of his wet dreams. It didn’t matter that she was trying to kill him. He had to find out more about her.

So he had stripped her of all her clothing, in case she had more tracking devices hidden, buttoned one of his shirts on her unresisting body, and took her with him. The human being that still remained inside him was appalled at what he was doing. He was imprisoning a woman and taking her somewhere that even he knew nothing about: the town of Savannah where his sire had eventually found and kept a house.

Garrett sailed down the highway in the old truck. It was one he’d always kept on the property and in working order, tags up to date in the name of a long-dead human. In his daily existence, he was never one for cars; he walked swiftly enough to cover enough miles that he needed. But in running from vampires intent on his capture or true death, having a vehicle handing seemed like a practical thing.

The engine was newer than the body of the truck, a 500 horsepower block taken from an American muscle car. The truck growled as it barreled down the highway, the warm night air pouring into the windows to wash over Garrett’s face. He was on the run for the first time in his life. His eyes dipped to the drugged woman in the car beside him. But also, for the first time in his life, it felt good to him not to be alone.

Less than an hour later, Garrett reached the first of his destinations. A simple motel in the middle of Georgia. He checked into the clean—if not Spartan—room, drove his truck to the front door and bundled the vampire woman inside, and cuffed her to bed rail with one of the handcuffs she’d carried with her.

On the trip, she’d threatened to wake at least once. He’d given her anther shot but now worried that it had been too much. She lay insensate on the bed, her chest moving only just so to retrieve breath. He sat on the floor across from the bed; head leaned back against the wall, his lids falling low over his eyes as he watched her. Just as no doubt, she and her friends had waited for him that morning at the diner, he waited for her now.

It didn’t take long.

Her waking happened in much the same way he’d watched his sire emerge from sleep. One moment, the slow almost imperceptible breath of rest, then in an eye blink, complete awareness. The woman saw him immediately, rattled the cuffs around her wrists as she shot up into a sitting position.

Enjoy your rest while you can, she said. It’ll be the last you ever have. Even after a drugged sleep, her voice was fierce. Teeth flashing white with wicked-looking fangs beyond her red lips.

Why are you hunting me? He asked the question although he really wanted to ask her why he was so drawn to her. Why he couldn’t stop looking at her.

Are you stupid as well as clanless? She spat the last word as if it was the worse possible thing any vampire, or any one, could be.

Assume I am stupid. He stood up from the floor and took the chair instead. Despite her imprisoned state, she was obviously a powerful creature, her eyes burning with both authority and fury. He wanted to put himself on more or less an even level with her. Or as much as could be with her being chained up and him having the key.

The woman shook her head, sending the thick rain-dark hair spilling away from her face and down her shoulders. Garrett couldn’t ignore how good she looked in his shirt. The buttons undone down to just between her lusciously large breasts. The dewy smoothness of her skin from throat to cleavage. The way the shirt rode up her sleek thighs as she struggled. His cock stirred again as he cursed himself under his breath.

The woman looked at him contemptuously. You are a lone vampire wreaking havoc on human and vampire life. We cannot allow that to happen. You either join with our clan or die. Those are your two choices.

But what if I haven’t been scourging the humans? What if I haven’t seen a vampire this close since my sire was killed? Then what?

Impossible. Rogue vampires among our kind are deadly and uncontrolled. Only the reins of a community with other vampires prevent us from being ravening beasts. She sneered at him. Her expressing that she thought he was lying to her.

I am not that, woman. I keep to myself. I feed from willing humans rarely enough and get my regular blood from the butcher.

You are lying. her eyes narrowed. We know of your dead master, Garrett of Grayson. We know he cut a swathe through the human population of Chicago then moved you here to continue the same.

He was my sire, not my master. Garrett said quietly. And he and I are not the same.

If you and he are not the same then release me. Show me you are not a vampire killer.

Garrett thought about it for mere moments before he was on his feet and walking across the room to her. She gasped when he was close to her, then bending to unlatch her hands. The smell of her was intoxicating as he worked the key into the lock. Her hair like smoke from a fragrant fire, the flesh of her bare thigh pressing against him, warming him, hardening him even more.

Fool!

She flew at him with her fists once he was free. Garrett had anticipated her attack, had even longed for it in a small part of himself. Her fist slammed into his face, instantly splitting his lip. She battered at him, relentless, wicked, and he allowed her to do it, grabbing her to him when she pulled back. She pummeled his stomach, his face, his kidneys, while he only gripped her, blocking her from doing only the worst damage. She moved with a deadly grace that awed him, matching him strength for strength despite the drugs surely running through her system.

He could feel his blood splashing over his skin, healing in seconds after the skin was split, but still the sheets under them turned red from her anger. Then Garrett couldn’t take any more, she was taking longer than he thought to tire. He gripped her waist, holding her close, fought to twist her arms behind her back. She grunted and cursed at him. Twisted and wrestled him in the bed. Spat wicked curses. The smell of his blood was high in the room. Did she smell it yet? Did it affect her?

Garrett’s hand curved around the back of her head, shoving her mouth into his throat where her sharp nails had opened him. She stiffened. Then her hands uncoiled from their fists, clutching at his sides. She moaned what sounded like a denial. Then her mouth fastened on his throat. Garret clenched his teeth against a moan although his hips surged up, his hardness hunting for the sheath of her softness. Her fangs slid into his neck. He groaned, gripping her even more firmly.

The pleasure of her bite turned his cock to pure steel. He thrust against her even she sucked his throat, drinking him up. She made a soft noise into his skin. A sound of amazement. Of pleasure. He dropped onto his back in the bed. She followed him, straddling him; her mouth attached to him like it would never leave. Her hips moved on top of his. Undulating on top of his clothed cock as she took his blood. He grabbed her hips.

On his way from the cabin, he’d fed again, drinking