Page 7 of Fateful Reunion

She felt moisture collect in her eyes as she gazed at him.

“See,” he whispered, tenderly stroking his fingers along her neck, down to her nipple, where he rubbed over the hard bud. “That’s the woman I love. The woman who surrenders to me when I surrender to her.”

Slowly he broke eye contact and lowered his head to her breast, capturing the peak and swiping his tongue over it. A strangled moan escaped from her throat and bounced against the walls of the hotel room.

“Then surrender already,” she demanded.

“I am.” He sucked harder, while he kneaded her flesh with his hand.

Farther below, his hips began to move, and he withdrew his cock before sliding back into her.

“I am surrendering,” he repeated, plunging deeper and harder.

Suddenly she felt the restraints on her wrists loosening, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer.

“Yes,” she cried out and arched her back.

“Fuck, baby! You’re gonna make me come too quickly.”

“I don’t care!” All she needed was to feel him shudder inside her to know everything would turn out alright. “Just love me.”

“Always, my love, always.”

She welcomed it when he started pounding into her, when he drove his cock deeper than she thought was possible. The sounds of their lovemaking were amplified in the small room of the dingy hotel. Moans and sighs bounced off the walls. But Roxanne could hear other sounds too, sounds Charles’s witch hearing couldn’t pick up: the sound of their heartbeats as they drummed more frantically, beating faster and louder with every second.

She felt the pleasure rise in her body, the waves of her approaching orgasm growing stronger, and she knew it was time.

Sliding her hand into his hair, she pulled him to her. His eyes sparkled in anticipation, and he tilted his head, offering her what they both wanted. That special connection that only a vampire’s bite could create.

Underneath her palm, she felt him shiver.

“Oh, God, yes,” he uttered with a groan, making her want him even more, because he gave himself so fully to her. Without restraints, without regret.

Her fangs itched, and she brought them to his skin. She licked over it, tasting the saltiness of his clean sweat, feeling the quivering vein beneath it. Unable to resist a second longer, she drove the sharp tips of her fangs into his neck and sucked on the plump vein.

Rich blood filled her mouth, while farther below, Charles’s cock spasmed, and his seed poured into her. She swallowed her lover’s blood, and as it ran down her throat, her entire body convulsed, her orgasm slamming into her like a tidal wave the size of a skyscraper. Together they rode the wave’s crest, hovering suspended in an ocean of ecstasy.

Nothing had ever felt this right. This good. This perfect. Just like their future would be perfect.

She believed it then, in that moment. Believed it with all her heart. Her soul. Her life.

Only to have her trust in him obliterated two days later.

3

Present day

Roxanne sat up in bed and switched on her cell phone. She’d slept badly, dreamt even worse. The personnel department at Scanguards had sent her a text message. They claimed she needed to come to the office for an exit interview so they could cut her final check. She didn’t believe that for a single second. Nevertheless, she got out of bed and took a shower.

An hour later, she entered Mission HQ. She entered Gabriel’s office. He wasn’t alone. He’d brought in the big gun: Samson.

The owner of Scanguards, a handsome vampire with raven-black hair, hazel eyes, and a reputation for being fair and tough, pointed to a chair. “Take a seat, Roxanne.”

“I’m not staying long.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Samson nodded. “Then let me make this short.” He rose from his chair and approached. “You’re part of our family.”

Where had she heard that before? Oh yeah, Silas. He’d always said things like that, though coming from Samson’s mouth, the words lacked the menace that Silas had used to turn them into a threat.