invaded, delved inside and explored. He tasted sweet and he knew what he was doing.

Her hands splayed on his chest for something to cling to, another surprise because for a dead guy, he was literally hot. Firm muscles were just under his skin and his arm wrapped around her waist to tug her tightly against his firm body.

She felt something hard press between their bodies but it was shoved to the side and she realized it had been his sword. She barely noticed the sound of it bumping the wood of the desk and the soft thump when it hit the carpet.

The arm around her waist adjusted her a little until her butt shelved on the top of the desk and his hips pressed against her thighs. She spread them slightly, lost in the passion that surged between them, and didn’t care that it should have alarmed her to respond so strongly to a stranger when he deepened the kiss.

His hips nudged against her legs tighter, spreading her wider apart, until her robe parted enough for the soft material of his kilt to brush her inner thighs. That wasn’t the only thing she felt as another hard object pressed against her mound. It wasn’t his sword this time and she knew he was as aroused by their kiss as she was.

His free hand curved around her ribcage and he cupped her breast through the material. She moaned against his tongue and her hands trailed up his chest, loving the feel of him, and wrapped around his neck. Her fingers slid into his platinum tresses until they found his scalp, pulling him even closer. He had silky, wonderful curls that felt right laced around her fingers. His touch on her breast was firm as he squeezed. She moaned louder as a throbbing ache between her thighs made her spread them farther apart, hoping he’d step closer.

She felt his fangs extend while they kissed but it didn’t alarm her. She ran her tongue over the point of one and he growled deep in response, his hips grinding against her pussy, and desire turned into a burning need to have him inside her. Matty couldn’t remember wanting a man more.

His hips moved in a way that mimicked fucking her, the hard press of his cock rubbing her clit, and even through layers of clothing it was enough to make her hotter, needier and insane with wanting him. She didn’t care he was a vampire or that she wasn’t one to end up sitting at the edge of a desk wrapped around a stranger. All that mattered was he didn’t stop.

Kilt released her breast, bowed his back to put room between their stomachs, and his hand slid between them. She felt a tug at her waist when he yanked on her robe belt. It came free and he used his hand to pull it apart to open it up. Her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs, trying to pull him closer, but he stopped rocking against her.

He found the bottom of her nightshirt, jerked it up, and his big hand withdrew. She tried to break the kiss to protest the fact that he wasn’t rubbing up against her clit anymore, a little stunned at how fast things were progressing between them, but his mouth followed hers when she attempted to pull away. She wasn’t trying hard since she had a death grip on the back of his head to keep him tight against her mouth. Her heels rubbed his warm legs that were exposed below his kilt.

Something crashed to the floor near the desk when he knocked things out of the way by clearing the top of it with a sweep of his hand and her back pressed against the hard surface. He came down on top of her, bending over to keep her flat. Her legs rose and wrapped around his hips.

His hand returned to her, wiggling between their bodies, and she felt a tug at her hips. She didn’t care since there was only his kiss and the need to be taken by him. Material bunched between her stomach and his, and strong, sure fingers stroked her clit. His touch drew a moan from her and she gasped into his mouth. They were skin to skin, her panties gone, and the feeling had to be the best thing she’d ever experienced. Her body burned and she used her grip around his hips with her legs to try to make him enter her.

Matty knew she was close to climax. The guy rubbed circles over the swollen bundle of nerves and her body tensed. He leaned closer, his hand withdrew from between them, and the thick crown of his shaft pressed against the slick opening of her pussy. His mouth tore from hers right as he began to enter her with his cock. He was incredibly hard, it felt amazing, and she cried out as her head tilted back. She was coming before he’d even worked his thick shaft all the way inside her.

His mouth brushed a kiss on her neck and a jolt of pain sent her over the edge into a blinding climax as pain turned into sheer pleasure. White hot waves of it slammed her as he began to pound in and out of her body, her vaginal muscles flexing tightly around the thick shaft that penetrated her deeper.

She cried out, a small part of her mind realized he’d bitten into her, fed on her blood, but it felt too good as another climax gripped her. Her fingernails clutched his head tighter against the cradle of her neck and the big, powerful body nearly crushed her. He groaned against her throat and his body shook with enough force the desk under them rattled. His fangs withdrew, a hot tongue swiped the bite, and he cursed softly as he continued to spill his release into her welcoming body. Warmth spread inside her pussy from it, nearly triggering a third climax.

Matty was in a daze, panting, her body going lax as she fought the urge to drift to sleep. Her eyes opened when he raised slightly, his face all she could see, and his incredibly gaze held hers. Passion and satisfaction were two emotions she could understand as he peered at her, because she probably had the same ones on display.

“Ah lass,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to bite but I couldn’t help it. That was remarkable.”

She licked her lips, tried to think, but the room began to spin as she suffered a moment of lightheadedness. The gaze holding hers seemed to darken in color and flash regret.

“I’ll take care of you. You’re such a wee one and I took much. It was the passion. You’ll be fine. Sleep. I will protect you with my life.”

For some insane reason she trusted him. He’d just taken her blood, had sex with her, and she closed her eyes. A sense of peace filled her before she blacked out.

Blaron shifted his gaze to her neck. He bent, licking at the drops of blood that remained on her healing skin. He hadn’t meant to bite into her but he couldn’t have stopped for anything. The passion that had flared between them had been a force not even a vampire as old as he could resist.

His spine stiffened when he realized there were two added scents inside the room now and two sets of lungs that hadn’t been sucking in air before. He jerked his head around to glare at the two men who stared at the floor just inside the bedroom. Both wore leather from neck to foot, had arrived far too quickly in his opinion, and neither met his angry glare.

“Sorry,” one of them muttered. “We didn’t realize you were having a private moment. We just rushed in, worried about you.”

“Drag the hunter out and give me a minute.”

“Yes sir,” they said in unison, moving to grab the human from the floor, and hauled him off by his limbs.

Blaron cursed as he straightened the lass’s robe. He bent, grabbed his sword, and slid it into the scabbard he’d had sewn on the side of all his kilts. He damned the males for their quick response and himself for losing his mind over a sweet-smelling female who fascinated him.

His hands slid under the lass, he cradled her gently in his arms and walked out of the room with her snug against his bare chest. He glanced around his home for the last time. He couldn’t come back. It would be too dangerous.

Both brothers waited near the front door. One of them stepped forward, his arms lifting. “I’ll take her from you, sir.”

The other one offered a hooded cape. “This should shield you from the worst of it. We parked the van in the driveway. We have a team on motorcycles scouting the area. It will be the last thing the hunters ever do if they try to follow.”

“I have her. No one touches her but me.”

“But the sun wi—”

“Just toss the damn thing over my head and wrap it around me.” Anger stirred. “She’s mine and not to be touched by another.”

Both males backed up instantly, alarmed. The one with the cloak hesitated and approached.

“Apologies. I didn’t know you’d taken a companion.”

Blaron stared down at the scarred yet beautiful face of the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms. “Nor had I until I kissed her. She’s the one.”

Shock still reverberated through him. Every vampire wanted to find the perfect companion but he’d never expected to find his. It had seemed more of a romantic myth but nothing else could explain the way they’d both lost their minds the moment their lips had touched.

“Send in a cleanup crew to remove all trace I was ever here and inhale her scent to track where she came

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