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She nodded into his chest. Lightly caressing her exposed back, he tried his best to soothe her while she exhausted her tears. The sensation of her in his arms was overwhelming his senses and he wanted nothing more than to disappear into her, immerse himself in the emotion having her in his arms evoked.

Her body heaved a few more times and then she lifted her head to look at him. Her icy blue eyes glistened with tears and pain. "I can't lose you, too," she croaked.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"The doctor said..."

"I'm not going anywhere," he repeated firmly.

"The doctor said you aren't healing," she pressed. "And you have an infection that isn't clearing up like it should."

"They just haven't given me the right antibiotic."

"Don't kid yourself. You and I both know what you need."

He couldn't believe after everything that had happened she was still pressing the issue. "I'm not taking blood from you if that's what you're going to suggest."

"Is it me you don't want?" Her voice was small, and the look of dejection in her beautiful eyes shoved his heart into a vice grip and squeezed tight.

"No. Absolutely...no." He never wanted to see that look in her eyes again and would make it his lifelong mission to prevent it.

"Then why are you resisting?"

"After what happened to you, and Melanie, I can no longer
be
that monster."

"You aren't a monster, Slade."

"Are you sure?"

She floored him with her icy, tearful gaze. "Yes."

Shaking his head, he sighed sadly. "I'm glad you're confident, because I'm not. There's no medical evidence for my Craving."

"So?"

"What if it's all in my head? What if all this blood drinking bullshit is some fucked up neurosis of mine?"

"What difference does it make?"

"It makes all the difference. If it's in my head, I can overcome it. And if I can't? Then I'm just as fucking crazy as Lohr."

"But what if it really is physical?"

"I don't think I can take that chance."

"Why?" Her eyes were pleading. "I don't understand. If it's killing you... Please Slade, reconsider. Take my blood."

He firmly shook his head. "After Lohr
tied
you to a bed and forcibly drank your blood, and then tried to turn you into a fucking vampire, you really think I'm going to drink your blood? I can't put you through it."

She winced and he wished he hadn't brought up the shit with Lohr.

"Then Nikki..."

"No one. Lohr and I supposedly share the same Vampire condition. I can't be what he is."

"But you aren't! Don't you understand? I love you! I don't care where your blood lust comes from; I only care about you. I want…no, I
need
to give you everything your body requires. Don't deny me. Don't deny yourself. Please. Whatever happened with Lohr…" She paused, closing her eyes as a wave of horror slid across her delicate features. When she opened her eyes, there was bold determination light them up. "It has nothing to do with you…with us. I'll deal with it however I need to but don't let that asshole come between us. Don't let him keep you confined to this bed and definitely don't let him kill you. Don't give him that power. Fuck him." The fervor and hatred burning her words startled him.

"Please, please, please take my blood, or someone's blood," she continued. "Get better. Fuck me on that gorgeous bike of yours…"

Slade didn't mean to laugh but he couldn't help it. "I knew I loved you the moment I saw you," he said quietly.

"I hope so." She retrieved the scalpel Armand had given her. "Where do you prefer to take it?"

He swallowed his breath. "God, Kate, I want...I…I just don't know if..."

She removed the indecision still festering under his skin. Shrugging out of the hospital gown, she drew the blade across the top of her small, pert breast and said, "Shut up and drink my blood."

As a trickle of red seeped from the small incision, his brain clicked off and raw, animal need overtook him. The Craving he'd been refusing overwhelmed his body and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to his mouth. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and drew him closer, locking his mouth to her flesh. He slid his hands up her back, keeping his touch light and delicate.

Her blood was like the nectar between her legs, sweet and warm, and as it satisfied one need it stirred another. The moment he was strong enough, he was going to remind her how utterly perfect she was and how amazing her tight pussy felt wrapped around his cock. But now was definitely not the time.

It didn't take much blood; it never did, and as the Craving pangs subsided, he released her. Licking his lips, he fell back against the pillow. She followed him down, nestling into the crook of his arm and resting her head on his shoulder.

The warmth started in his stomach as not much more than a tepid tingle but spread quickly, and within seconds, it enveloped him like a soft blanket. He felt traces of the effects immediately. The ache in his shoulder lost intensity, his muscles felt less like jelly, fatigue lost a little of its grip, and the woman nestled against his good shoulder felt like heaven.

"Kate," he murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Thank you," she replied.

"I should be thanking you." All the anger and resentment he'd felt toward his Vampire condition was buried beneath the euphoria blood drinking draped him in. He might not want to accept it and he didn't know how long it would take to get back to his previous level of acceptance, or if he'd even get there at all, but at this point it didn't matter. The only thing who did was the spitfire in his arms.
  

She lifted her eyes to look at him. "I know," she said with a smile. "I'm just thanking you for giving up the stubborn meathead act. You owe me a motorcycle ride."

Epilogue

She stopped him as he carefully maneuvered the motorcycle around patio furniture, potted plants and the bubbling canister fountain the frogs adored. As they were supposed to meet out front, he glanced at her in question. One look at the mischievous grin she was wearing and understanding flashed across his handsome face.

He kicked the bike onto its stand.

She ran her hand up one of his thick thighs before swinging her leg over the gas tank, giving him full view of her lack of panties. Linking her knees over his, she slid her hands up the curve of his massive pecs and locked them around his neck. He watched her carefully the entire time, his brown eyes heavy and lusty. Pulling him to her, she caressed his lower lip with her mouth before gently biting it.

"Do we have time for you to fuck me?" As a direct result of Slade's hospital stay, Dr. Anderson had decided to "come out" to his wife. Not surprisingly, she'd taken it rather well and wanted to meet the people responsible for helping her husband come to terms with his condition. They were scheduled for dinner in less than thirty minutes.

"I always have time."

"Good." The buttons on his pressed black shirt barely slowed her down, and in seconds she was shoving the silky cotton fabric over his shoulders. The sight of his chest always took her breath away and sent a shot of heat to her core. He was male perfection, with more muscles than should be legally allowed. A mixture of Conan the Barbarian and King Leonidas from
300
with more tattoos, she wanted nothing more than to run her tongue along every ridge and hard crevice.

He never let her get that far. He had his own urgent desires when it came to her body. It suited Kate just fine, but someday she was going to tie him up so she could fully enjoy his body without interference.

Like now. Her skirt was shoved up over her hips, his lips were all over her neck, and the index finger he'd slipped into her depths was expertly stroking her G-spot.

Add that to the thumb rubbing on her clit, and she was about to plummet over the edge.

She'd never known a man who was so sexually talented with his fingers.

She pulled back, reaching for his slacks. "I want to come with your dick in me."

"We can do both. I know you're capable and so am I." He started for her again. If his fingers or tongue got anywhere near her clit she'd never make it.

She inched her hips away from his grasp, and to distract him she freed his cock, stroking his length several times before rising up and sliding onto it. No matter how wet and ready she was for him, his girth always stretched her tight. In order to let her body adjust, she had to ease into the first stroke, but the slow teasing of every nerve and pleasure point inside her often made her orgasm.

She fought it this time. Undulating her hips as she rode him, she caught his mouth in a heady kiss. Pulling the top of her dress down, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, licking and biting until it was as hard as his cock. His hand moved to cup her ass and he pulled her hips in, sending his cock deep inside her. Their moans echoed each other.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Turn around, I want to see your ass."

She was happy to oblige. Clutching the handlebars, she eased onto him and he pushed her skirt further over her hips so her entire ass was exposed. His hands on either side of her hips, he guided her so she slowly slid up and down the entire length of his cock.

"Jesus," he muttered, and she knew he was enjoying the view. Imagining what it was like to see every detail — her pink skin stretched over his girth, his cock glistening with her moisture as it eased from her only to disappear deep inside again — caught her breath in her throat and sent tremors through her body. When the cool metal of the motorcycle gas tank brushed her clit, her body hiccupped with desire.

It was all Slade needed. He pulled her hips into his with a few rapid thrusts, and when her orgasm released, so did his.

She collapsed on the motorcycle and he followed her down, sliding her hair away and kissing her neck.

"Have I told you lately how much I fucking love you?"

"No," she panted through a smile. "But the feeling's mutual. Although your overdeveloped gorilla body is about to crush me."

Laughing, he lifted his chest from her back. "Maybe you just need to spend some more time in the gym. You know, work on these spaghetti arms of yours."

"So I can become a meathead like you? No thanks." She slipped off the bike, pulling her skirt back over her ass. He followed her lead, planting both legs on either side of the bike and tucking his cock back into his slacks.

"We should probably hop in the shower quick-like before we head to Doc's."

She moved to stand between his legs, and kissed him playfully. "Why, you think they'll smell the sex on us?"

"I know they will. Sangs have noses like fucking hound dogs."

"Meet me in the shower then?" She turned and headed for the house. Her dress hit the floor the minute she stepped through the French Doors.

Faintly she heard Slade swear. "I'll call and tell them we'll be late," he said, sounding only mildly defeated.

"Good idea," she called back. "Better tell them an hour."

Look for the final Human Vampire installment,
Eveillez: Deny Your Blood Lust
, early summer 2012!

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Acknowledgements

A huge thanks to my beta readers: Jenny, Leslie, Tami, Lindsey and Casey. Your help and support are truly appreciated.

About the Author

When not writing, C.D. Hussey enjoys a career as a professional engineer. She currently resides in the Midwest with her husband, teenage son and two cats. With an ongoing love affair with New Orleans, expect to see her in the Crescent City at least twice a year.