Page 114 of Bloodhunter

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“I won’t be the only one inside you, Trinity. And I won’t beany less of a freak than Seth Damon.” He shook with the effort of controlling notonly himself but the demon inside him. “I’ve been deprived for too long.”

There wasn’t a spot on my body that wasn’t screaming to betouched. “Clayton…”

Still, he didn’t move. “Say it.”

I slid my hand over his flat abdomen and cupped his thickerection. “I want you.”

“Why?” he whispered, but fiercely.

I realized he thought I either pitied him or was offeringhim sex in exchange for saving Angus’s life.

“Because you make me hot,” I said, squeezing him through hispants. “Because my body wants your body. Because you are so dangerous and sexyandhard, and because I want to be the first and only person who givesyou everything you’ve been denied since she brought you back. I want to be theone who makes you feel good. I want that bond with you. I wantyou,Clayton.”

Part of me was terrified that Miriam would suddenly appearand announce she’d found a way to reclaim him, even though he’d been possessed,and would rip him out of my arms.

And right then, I wasn’t thinking of Angus lying at death’sdoor, his hand poised to knock. Shameful as it was, lust battered at my brainand my body, and I cared only about satisfying my need. And Clayton’s.

God, I did want him. So much. I grabbed his hand and draggedit to my body, then guided it between my legs. “I need you,” I said, breathlessand weak beneath the onslaught of desire.

Finally, Clayton lost his control.

He and Seth Damon flung me to the floor and followed me downwith a growl that heated my blood even as it scared the hell out of me.

I was about to taste two supernaturals so full of lust theywere terrifying and dangerous and almost feral in their desperation. And one ofthem was so extremely vulnerable and wounded andmine.

I’d never been so excited in my life.

Chapter Forty

It had been so long for Clayton that he couldn’t wait. Hecouldn’t take time to explore my body or whisper into my ear or see what I’dtaste like. He couldn’t let me take time to touch him or kiss him or doeverything he’d been deprived of since he’d returned from the grave.

Not the first time.

The first time, he yanked my jeans to my knees, shoved me ontoto my side and lay behind me, pumping into me so hard I thought I might break.His hunger was as extreme as a starving vampire’s need for blood. He plungedinto me, filling me up, holding onto me with a bruising grip, groaning as heclimaxed.

He came so hard and violently I felt him release inside me.All he wanted, at that moment, was that release.

But the second time…

He lay on his back, his heart thundering beneath my ear as Irested my cheek on his chest. He was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and hestared at the ceiling, his limbs loose and heavy as he swam through theaftereffects of his release.

“Trinity,” he whispered, finally, hoarsely.

I kissed his chest, my hand on his ribs, unable not to touchhim. “Do you have more?” Desire screamed through me, wrapped around me,battered me.

He sat up, his energy climbing with his lust, and kicked offhis shoes. He didn’t take his stare off me as he undressed, and with each newpart of his body he revealed, I became a little more impatient. A littlehotter.

I fell deeper into Clayton.

When his clothes lay on the floor, he reached for me. Heburied his fingers in my hair and shuddered, his forehead against mine, then hetilted his head and took my lips with his.

It had been forever since he’d had the freedom to kiss awoman, or make love to a woman, or even touch a woman, but he wasn’t hesitant.He might have forgotten what it was like, but he hadn’t forgotten how to do it.

His kiss went from warm and deep and languid to intense andalmost frantic, and with that kiss, the heat between us began to grow intooverwhelming need. He slid his tongue into my mouth and tasted me before hedrew back to look at me.

He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, struggling tocontrol himself.