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out of one, too, so exotically gorgeous that Graham’s tongue was practically sticking to the roof of his

mouth.

He forced himself to swallow as her eyes raked him up and down.

“Hm,” she said, flicking a length of night black hair behind one slender shoulder. “You’re tall at least, and

you look healthy.”

Graham flushed at her dismissive tone, and again—even harder—when she turned her back on him to

reascend the stairs. Holy hell, her rear view was smashing, her waist nipped in, her bum round and firm.

Graham knew he wasn’t the sort of man women swooned over, not like his younger brother, Ben, or

even the professor, whose much-younger female students occasionally followed him home. No, Graham

had a plain English face, not ugly but forget-table. Normally, this didn’t bother him—or not much. It just

seemed a bit humiliating to find the woman who’d insulted him so very attractive herself.

That green dress was tight enough to show the cleft between the halves of her arse. His groin grew

heavy, his shaft beginning to swell. The sight of her lack of underclothes was so inspiring he forgot he was

supposed to move.

“Don’t just stand there,” she said impatiently over her shoulder. “Follow me.”

Shoving
The Times
into his pocket, he followed her, dumbstruck, into a private compartment. She

yanked down the shades before flicking on two dim sconces.

“Sit,” she said, pointing to the black leather seat opposite her own. Her hand was slim and pale, her nails

lacquered red as blood.

Graham sat with difficulty. He was erect and aching and too polite to shift the cause of the trouble to a

different position. Hoping his condition wasn’t obvious to her, he wrapped his hands around his knees

and waited.

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The woman stared at him unblinking—taking his stock, he guessed. She resembled a painted statue, or

maybe a mannequin in a store window. In spite of his attraction to her, Graham’s irritation rose. This

woman had kept him hanging long enough.

“What’s this about?” he asked.

She leaned back and crossed a pair of incredibly shapely legs, a move that seemed too practiced to be

casual. Her dress was shorter than the current fashion, ending just below her knee. Graham wasn’t

certain, but from the hissing sound her calves made, she might be wearing real silk stockings.

“We’re giving you a new assignment,” she said.

“A new assignment.”

“If we decide you’re up for it.”

“Look,” Graham said, “you people came to me. It’s hardly cricket to suggest that
you’re
doing
me

favors.”

The woman smiled, her teeth a gleaming flash of white behind ruby lips. Graham noticed her incisors

were unusually sharp. “I think you’ll find this assignment more intriguing than your previous one. It does,

however, require a higher level of vetting.” She leaned forward, her slender forearm resting gracefully on

one thigh. The way her small breasts shifted behind her dress told him her top half had no more

undergarments than her bottom. Graham’s collar began to feel as tight as his pants. The space between

their seats wasn’t nearly great enough.

“Tell me, Graham,” she said, her index finger almost brushing his, “what do you know about X Section?”

“Never heard of it,” he said, because as far as he knew, MI5 sections only went up to F.

“What if I told you it hunts things?”

“
Things?
”

“Unnatural things. Dangerous things. Beasts who shouldn’t exist in the human realm.”

Her face was suddenly very close to his. Her eyes were as dark as coffee, mysterious golden lights

seeming to flicker behind the irises. Graham felt dizzy staring into them, his heart thumping far too fast. He

didn’t recall seeing her move, but she was kneeling on the floor of the compartment in the space that

gaped between his knees. Her pale strong hands were sliding up his thighs. His cock lurched like it could

hasten their possible meeting.

“We need information,” she whispered, her breath as cool and sweet as mint pastilles. “So we can

destroy these monsters. And we need you to get it for us.”

“You’re crazy.” He had to gasp it; his breath was coming so fast.

“No, I’m not, Graham. I’m the sanest person you’ve ever met.”

Her fingers had reached the bend between his legs and torso, her thumbs sliding inward over the giant

arch of his erection. She scratched him gently with the edge of her bloodred nails.

“Christ,” Graham choked out. The feathery touch blazed through him like a welder’s torch. His nerves

were on fire, his penis weeping with desire. He shifted on the seat in helpless reaction. Her mouth was

following her thumbs, her exhalations whispering over his grossly stretched trousers.

“I’m going to give you clearance,” she said. “I’m going to make sure we can trust you.”

He cried out when she undid his zip fastener, and again when her small, cool fingers dug into his smalls to

lift out his engorged cock. Blimey, he was big, his skin stretched like it would split. She stroked the whole

shuddering length of him, causing his spine to arch uncontrollably.

“Watch me,” she ordered as his head lolled back. “Watch me suck you into my mouth.”

Graham was no monk. He watched her and felt her and thought his soul was going to spill out of his body

where her lips drew strong and tight on him.

He didn’t want to admit this was the first time a woman had performed this particular act on him. He

could see why men liked it. The sensations were incredible, streaking in hot, sharp tingles from the tip of

his throbbing penis to the arching soles of his feet. She was smearing her ruby lipstick up and down his

shaft, humming at the swell of him, taking him into her throat, it felt like. Her tongue was rubbing him

every place he craved.

The fact that she was barking mad completely slipped his mind.

“Oh, God,” he breathed, lightly touching her hair where she’d tucked it neatly behind her ears. The

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strands were silk under his fingertips, so smooth they seemed unreal. “Oh, Christ. Don’t stop.”

She didn’t stop. She sucked and sucked until his seed exploded from his balls in a fiery rush. He cried

out hoarsely, sorry and elated at the same time. And then she did something he couldn’t quite believe.

She bit him.

Her teeth sank into him halfway down his shaft, those sharp incisors even sharper than he’d thought. The

pain was as piercing as the pleasure had been a second earlier. He grabbed her ears, wondering if he

dared to pull her off. Her clever tongue fluttered against him, wet, strong . . . and then she drew his blood

from him.

He moaned, his world abruptly turned inside out. Ecstasy washed through him in drowning waves. She

was drinking from him in a whole new way, swallowing, licking, moaning herself like a starving puppy

suckling at a teat. All his senses went golden and soft.
So good. So sweet
. Like floating on a current of

pure well being.

He didn’t know how long it lasted, but he was sorry when her head came up.

“You’re mine now,” she said.

He blinked sleepily into her glowing eyes. Was it queer that they were lit up? Right at that moment, he

couldn’t decide.

“I’m yours,” he said, though he wasn’t certain he meant it.

“You’re not going to remember me biting you.”

“No,” he agreed. “That would be awkward.”

“When I give you instructions, you’ll follow them.”

“I expect I will,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes at him, her winglike little brows furrowing.

“I will,” he repeated, because she seemed to require it.

She rose, licking one last smear of blood from her upper lip. As soon as it disappeared, he forgot that it

had been there.

“Zip yourself,” she said.

He obeyed and got to his feet as well. It seemed wrong to be towering over his handler, though he

couldn’t really claim to mind. She handed him a slip of paper with a meeting place in Hampstead Heath.

As had been the case with the note tucked into his paper, the directions were neatly typed—no bobbles

or mistakes. He had the idle thought that Estelle would have approved.

“Tomorrow night,” the woman said. “Eleven sharp. You’ll know when you’ve seen what we need you

to.”

“Will you be there?”

He thought this was a natural question. Any male with blood in his veins would want to repeat the

pleasures of this night, if only to return the favor she’d shown him. But perhaps he wasn’t supposed to

ask. She wrinkled her brow again.

“
I
won’t be,” she said, “but chances are our enemy will.”

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