he stretched out beside her, uncomfortably close, as if they were lovers. Real lovers and not the most mismatched pair of fuck buddies ever.
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Be careful, little killer. The Fates can fuck with you in ways you can’t even imagine.
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He was the ultimate experiment in Nature Versus Nurture, and she imagined he must be engaged in a constant battle between what he was and what he wanted to be.
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Nicole had no right to be jealous.Hell,she didn´t even have a reason.They might have some sort of physical chemistry thing going on,but there wasn´t anything emotional.Nothing.She didn´t even like Riker.Liar."There´s nothing to finish,"she said.
"Nothing to finish?You wondered why sex with a vampire was such a big deal.I´m going to show you."Riker moved toward her,slowly,like a cat sneaking up on a bird."Stamina."He stepped closer."Multiple orgasms."Closer,and her mouth went dry."Flexibility."Closer.Her skin flushed hot."Strenght."Closer.Her stomach did a flip-flop."The ability to sense heat so we know what parts of the body are the most sensitive at the right time."Closer.A throbbing ache started low in her pelvis."The ability to hear the slightest change in the tempo of your pulse so we know exactly how every stroke,kiss,and lick effects you."
Oh.Dear.lord.
Wraith snorted. "Cowards. Seriously. Who brings a gun to a knife fight? That's cheating."
"You don't have a gun?" Kynan asked.
Wraith made a face of digust. "It's not very sporting to shoot people."
"So you're saying that you didn't shoot the people who shot you?"
"Hell, yeah, I shot them.
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What else would they be?”
“No idea.” Arik shrugged … “Aliens, mabye?”
“Aliens.” Thanatos’s voice was flat, disbelieving.
“Your scepticism is funny, coming from one of the Four fucking Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
I know what those fuckers were capable of, and I would never wish that on you”
Her throat worked on a swallow. “What do you wish on me?”
“Me,” he said with brutal honesty. “Fool that I am, I wish me on you. Like, on you.
She’s my sister. I’ll handle this.”
“She’s my wife,” Arik shot back. “Husband trumps the brother card. So get the fuck out and don’t come back until you have your temper under control.
Criminy. Whatever. Just do something.”
“Criminy?” Than stared. “Seriously? Big, bad, Mohawk-haired demon says ‘criminy’?”
“Yes, criminy.” Hades rubbed his bare chest. “And, fuck off.
Limos is nursing one hell of a headache, and Arik wants to shove an M-80 up your ass.”
“Kinky,” Than said, “but I’m new to the sex thing. I’m not ready for hardcore yet.
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