She silently cursed her dependence on oxygen when her lips parted to allow the sharp inhale of air she was sure she’d die without. Her thighs trembled as the strong fingers of his free hand circled the wrist still folded over her chest.

Good Lord, how was she supposed to breathe with him so close?

She gasped, her thoughts scattering in a thousand different directions when he pushed her arms behind her, forcing her spine into an arch. Her nipples tightened even more, caught between the soft fabric of her shirt and his hard chest.

Flames raced across her skin as he pinned her wrists to the small of her back, then tautly sucked on her upper lip. She swallowed a moan as his warm tongue caressed the sensitive flesh inside. He took his time, teasing her with a half kiss that made her legs shake.

If this was what he did to the women he ate, she was sure he’d never go hungry.

“I think,” he went quiet and pinched her bottom lip between his teeth, “it was the fucking.” A deep growl rumbled in his chest when her legs jumped in response to the mind blowing sensation. “But I think there’s a definite interest in the biting.”

A traitorous moan, loud and throaty, escaped as he dragged his fangs across her lower lip. Tiny, passion fueled fires erupted inside each cell in her body as those razor sharp tips touched her skin. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm in her ears. Wetness built in record time between her thighs. She couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering closed as waves of warmth coursed through her. It was the most pleasurable sensation she’d ever felt. The most erotic moment she’d ever experienced.

But the most delicious taste came when his tongue plunged into her mouth, sliding sinuously over hers. He tasted exactly like he smelled. Tangy but sweet. Smoky and earthy. Sexy. The way a man should taste, but more savage somehow.

Lost in the tantalizing friction of Kerestyan’s tongue tangling with hers, Logan didn’t realize he’d released her wrists until his warm hands pushed between the stool and her bare ass.

Trying to figure out the exact moment he’d managed to loosen the drawstring became a distant memory as he pulled her forward off the stool. She vaguely felt the satin pool around her knees. The thrust of his tongue, the maddening back and forth motion was all she could focus on as he lifted her up and the pants fell to the floor.

Wrapping both legs around his hips, she broke from his hungry mouth to moan as he pressed her back against the refrigerator. The cold steel of the doors bit into her skin at the same moment he ground the fabric covered ridge of his hard cock against her.

Needing to get to his skin, to feel the heat of him against her, she ripped open his shirt, undaunted as the black buttons turned into tiny missiles. He laughed a husky sound as some hit the floor while others pinged off of various appliances.

She smiled at the sight of his bare chest. Dark hairs dappled his tight, pale skin, tapering to a single line that plunged between a set of rock hard abs, rippling for her viewing pleasure.

No, he would never go hungry. Not in a million years.

His large hands blocked her view a second before he grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, and in one swift motion, tore it right up the front. She gasped as his rough fingers went to work torturing her exposed nipples. Rolling and gently pinching, filling her with a maddening ache she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“It was only fair,” he laughed as he nipped at her lips.

She smiled back at him. “It was your shirt.”

Clinging to his muscular biceps, she shivered as his thumbs drew slow circles around each erect nipple before he ducked his head and pulled one into his mouth. Hot and wet, his tongue retraced the same path his fingers had blazed. She tipped her head back, giving in to the exquisite tension building inside her as he fanged one taut peak to a nearly painful state, then the other.

The man definitely knew what he was doing.

As he trailed a searing line of kisses up to her neck, she slid her hands down his chest, delighting in every dip and curve of lean, sculpted muscle on the way down to the deep grooves between his abs. He had a body to die for, nothing but firm skin and hard lines.

Logan shivered as Kerestyan’s fangs scraped her throat. Her entire body was on fire, burning hotter everywhere his mouth touched her. His deep moan vibrated against her throat, urging her on as she found the lone button nestled between them.

After undoing his pants, she wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his cock and smiled. Unless he’d changed his clothes while she slept, he’d been commando since the moment she met him. She stroked the hard, throbbing length of him before he claimed her mouth again. Hot tendrils of excitement wound down her spine. Tightening her grip, she savored the animalistic growl that rumbled its way through his chest, straight into hers.

“I want you, Logan,” he breathed against her mouth. He pinned her with those sultry black eyes as his thumbs resumed their assault on her nipples. “I want to taste you.” She moaned as he bit at her lips. “Fuck you…feel you come.”

She smiled. There was that word again, rolling off his talented tongue in a way that made every muscle in her body quiver with excitement.

Who’d have thought Mr. Prim and Proper would be such a dirty talker?

She tipped her head to the side as he nibbled his way down to where her neck and shoulder met. “I want you, too. Right here, right now.”

She stroked him again then rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen clit, reveling in the way he jerked and throbbed from the slick contact, loving how her body pulsed and contracted, silently begging for more.

She wanted to feel him hard inside her, wanted to writhe against his muscled body and drown in every drop of pleasure they could give each other. She wanted to scream until her voice gave out. Hear him moan as he slammed into her over and over again, until neither of them could move.

“Kerestyan Nelek!”

Both Logan and Kerestyan froze as an angry voice thundered through the room, rattling everything that wasn’t bolted down.

“Is this how you treat guests in your home?”

Logan gave an awkward smile when Kerestyan’s forehead smacked against her shoulder, unblocking her view of the pissed off psychologist standing a good ten feet behind them.

“What could you possibly want, Vouclade?” Kerestyan’s warm breath tickled her breast, but she didn’t dare smile.

Vouclade held up a syringe filled with a bright orange liquid. “I returned to offer you medication that would assist Logan through the coming days. However, considering your current state of affairs, you must not think her situation is very serious.”

“That is not what I think.” He ended the sentence with a scowl, and she knew because she could feel his lips burning against her skin.

Vouclade’s eyes narrowed on Kerestyan’s back. “Have the correct conversation with her immediately, Kerestyan, lest I have it for you.”

Logan shivered as an icy blast of wind tore through the room and yet another vampire somehow related to Kerestyan disappeared into thin air.

“I’m sorry, Logan. If I’d anticipated any kind of interruption, I would have stayed on my side of the kitchen.” There was a tinge of humor in his quiet voice, but he didn’t sound the least bit happy.

She carefully removed her fingers from around his penis. “It’s okay.” She blew out a disgruntled, unfulfilled breath. “But I suppose you should put me down and tell me whatever it is that pissed him off so bad. Why do I need medicine to help me through the next few days?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he brushed a light kiss across her lips then turned and set her on the stool she’d originally started out on. While a foreign part of her appreciated the soft gesture, the more dominant part of her didn’t like it at all.

It was too gentle, too personal.

Sex was sex, hot sex was even better, but the intimacy that single kiss created around them wasn’t what she’d been looking for.

At least, she didn’t think it was.

When Kerestyan zipped and buttoned his pants then plucked hers from the floor and held them out towards her, Logan slid them back on and tied her shirt closed before settling back on the stool.

Was her body pleased with the decision? Oh, hell no. But something about the concern etched into the fine lines around his eyes told her she was missing a vital piece of information.

She frowned. “What’s going on, Kerestyan?”

He raked a hand through his slightly tussled hair, fangs no longer showing. “Your days of captivity are soon to be over.”

She sat up a little straighter. “Really? You’re letting me go?”

The muscles in his jaw worked hard. “No. Your fate is no longer mine to judge. My Father, the man who made me a vampire, will now be doing the honors.”

She tipped her head to the side as mild disappointment, which she refused to acknowledge, settled in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if his father judging her was a bad thing or not, but now it was his strained voice that concerned her. “You don’t expect it to go well?”

For the first time since she’d met him, he lowered his eyes. “I don’t know…but your body has to be free of heroin before I can take you to him. He does not, in any way, approve of self destruction. And that’s exactly how he’ll view your habitual drug use. If I take you to him as you are now, he’ll destroy you and punish me for offending him.”