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“Oh, someone brought in your things,” she said absently.

Ty and Ana exchanged a look.

“No need to dress for dinner,” Gloria added. “It’s communal and come as you are. Hope that’s okay with you.”

“Of course,” Ana said.

“Most of the food comes from the compound’s fields. See you in an hour.”

Once settled and alone in their room, Ty turned to Ana.

And despite everything, despite the fact they were inside the cult, despite the fact they were on the verge of proving their intel true or false, Ty didn’t give a shit.

Not at that moment.

Now all he cared about was taking Ana into his arms and making sure she forgot all about Miguel. That she thought only of him and the pleasure he’d brought her before. And could bring her again.

CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE

“So,” Ty said. “Miguel seemed happy to see you.”

“That’s what we wanted, right?”

“Yes. But maybe he was a little
too
happy to see you. So much so that even Gloria noticed it.”

Ana’s eyes widened at his bold statement and he knew why. They were supposed to converse as if they knew they were being recorded at all times. Even if the little gizmo in Ty’s smartphone that was supposed to detect bugs indicated the room was clear. Given that, it probably seemed strange that he’d speak so bluntly. But he saw no point in beating around the bush. A blind man would have been able to see how much Miguel had been affected by Ana’s presence.

Ana seemed to search for the right words, then simply shrugged. “Miguel loves Gloria. I could see that for myself by the way he holds her. She has nothing to worry about.”

Was her response for anyone who was listening? He didn’t buy it and he wasn’t letting down his guard for a moment. He’d seen the way Miguel stared at Ana. He still wanted her. He’d looked like he’d kill to have her.

For now, however, Ana was safe. She was with him. Ty just had to reach out and touch her.

He resisted doing so until she smirked and said, “You don’t have anything to worry about, either, Ty. I’m so grateful you brought me here. You’re the only man or
vampire I’ll ever want.” There was just a hint of the dramatic in her voice, enough to tell him she was teasing without giving away her meaning to a listener.

He grinned and moved toward her. Her smile vanished and she took several steps back, but it was too late. He slid his hands up her back, then to her head, forcing her to remain still as he touched his forehead to hers. “Prove I have nothing to worry about,” he whispered.

He claimed her mouth with his. Harsh. Without finesse. Showing only lust.

Desperation.

God, her lips were soft. Her breasts warm, pressed up against his chest. When she moaned, a shudder ran through him.

And then she touched the tip of her tongue to his lips. And the sexual desire he’d held at bay roared to life.

He released the hold he had on her head, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, she pulled him in tight, fusing her mouth to his, whipping her tongue in and out of his mouth. He slid his hands under her shirt and in a second had unhooked her bra, then moved his hands to the front and let her breasts hang heavy in his palms.

She came up for air and breathed out his name. “Ty.”

No. No time for talking. Sex. Naked. Blood.

His hands moved, frenzied, sliding over her, tearing at the buttons at her top, grasping her ass and pulling her close when she edged away.

“Ty.” Her voice. Strong. Emphatic. “Ty, come back to me.”

He slowed. Controlled. Steadied. Holy fuck, he’d gone too far.

“Trying to prove you own me?” she whispered, her words holding double meaning. She was asking him if he was playing to any hidden cameras.

Damn her. How could she have thought that response
was for show? “I don’t have to try and prove anything. You’re mine. In every sense of the word. Whatever you had with Miguel is over, do you understand?” he said under his breath.

He slid his hands down inside of her pants, cupping her bare ass cheeks with his palms. Arching his neck, he exposed his jugular to her when she kissed him at the deep dip where his collarbones joined.

Ty tipped his head back even farther when she nibbled and licked her way up his neck. Groaned when she reached down and cupped his balls.

“You want me, but you’re so angry. Why?”

“I’m not,” he protested, not bothering to lower his voice. “Not at you.”

“You’re acting like you’re jealous. Are you?” she asked point blank. Daring him to answer.

Time seemed to slow as he focused on her. The vulnerability in her eyes tore at him. Made him ache in places he didn’t think could ever ache again. His heart. His soul.

She was waiting for him to deny it. To say that he wasn’t jealous.

But he couldn’t.

What
could
he say? That she mattered? That with her, he found some semblance of his former humanity? That she deserved to be loved and cherished and desired with passion and abandon—but not by a vampire?

Not Miguel. And not him. But Ty would stay close to her for as long as she would let him. As close as he could get.

“It’s okay,” she muttered, stepping back, putting distance between them. “I understand. I’ll prove to you how much I want you. That no man can ever take your place.” She heaved in a breath, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and stared blankly at Ty. That more than anything told him she was still playing
to any hidden mics or cameras in the room. But what the hell. If there was going to be a show, he was front row, center, and already breathtakingly hard.

She stripped her top off, tugging her arms out of her bra straps, her breasts with their beautiful copper nipples standing proud and firm.

Suddenly ashamed of his insatiable lust, he put his hand out, stopping her. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting ready. For you.” She said it with her chin thrust in the air, reminding him of what she’d been willing to do to prove herself in that alley with the man named Louis.

No. Not like this. He couldn’t take her like two porn stars fucking for a potential camera. He wouldn’t take her as others had. Under duress. “Stop,” he murmured.

“Why?” she challenged, tipping her head to the side. When he didn’t answer, she unzipped her pants and stepped out of them, leaving her clad in only a wisp of lace and silk between her legs. He caressed her shoulders. Kissed each of them. Kissed her forehead. Her nose. Her lips. Even the scar on her cheek. Although she stiffened slightly, she didn’t push him away.

“I can’t deny what I feel for you anymore, Ana. Not for another second.”

Confusion spread over her face. She gave her head a brief shake, as if to order the tangled thoughts there.

“I’m jealous of your relationship with Miguel. Crazy jealous. And I don’t know what the hell to do about that.”

Ana was stunned speechless, but eventually, she tried to respond to Ty’s bomb. She opened her mouth to speak, to clarify, but he didn’t give her time. Instead, he covered her mouth with his.

His kiss was life-giving, so utterly sensual and so welcome that she wanted to weep with gratitude.

She remembered this. This feeling of rightness she’d
only truly felt once before—in his arms the night she’d found out what he was. A vampire. A man worth giving herself to.

Her mouth welcomed his tongue even as her hands reacquainted themselves with his body, shoving underneath his shirt to feel the muscles that rippled in his arms, chest, and back. She hitched one leg over his hip, gasping when he grasped her thigh and jerked it up higher while doing the same to her other leg until they were wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the huge white bed, then fell backward with her on top of him. Kissing frantically, they got completely naked and she tried to reverse their positions, but he held her down by her hips and shook his head. “No,” he said roughly. “This time you take me.”

She hesitated. He’d asked this of her in their shared dream, and she’d been able to do it. But now?

With all her experience, she’d never actually had sex with a man while she’d been on top. In a way, wielding that control and having to take what she wanted scared her.

Ty caressed her hip and whispered, “Do it. Just like you did in that dream. Take what you want. Take it how you want for real. I’m yours. Here. Now. I’m yours.”

She blinked, both touched by his words and tormented by them. She wanted so badly for him to be hers.

Impatient with her momentary silence, he wrapped a hand behind her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. She sank into it even as she ground her pelvis against his. He’d brought her so much pleasure before. She wanted to feel that pleasure again and again.

He began to trail kisses down her throat, teasing her with sharp little bites that didn’t break her skin even as he caressed her breasts and tugged on her nipples. The erotic sensation went right down between her legs. She wasn’t sure anything could feel any better until he released
her breasts, gripped her hips, and positioned her so her core was balanced right over the tip of his cock.

He swirled his cock through her moist folds, whispering, “Don’t you want this? Don’t you want to feel me inside you? Filling you with everything I have?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.

“Then take me, Ana. Please. Show me how much you want me.”

Slowly, he released her hips, letting her balance herself on her knees with her arms braced against his chest. He folded his hands behind his head and stared at her in challenge.

One she fully intended to accept. After …

When she shifted away from him, his hands shot out to grip her hips again. She shook them off her. “Put your hands back where they were. And leave them there.”

She was slightly shocked by the sexual commands that spilled from her lips … and how easy and erotic it was to say them.

His lips tightened and he looked ready to argue with her.

“Do it, Ty. I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”

Swallowing hard, he did as she asked.

She gave him an approving smile, then kissed her way down his taut, muscular body. She played with his nipples. His abs and navel. His outer and inner thighs. Then she homed in on what she really wanted, keeping her touch light and teasing, even as his hips began to twitch and his fingers clenched the sheets.

“Do you still want me to take you? Do you still want to come inside me? Or do you want to come in my mouth first?”

His eyes widened at the promise in her voice. At her clear implication she’d let him do both. Then he said, “I want whatever you want, princess. This is about you,
remember?” But even as he spoke, he tangled his hand in her hair and urged her face back to his cock.

She laughed with delight, her mission accomplished.

She took him deep and worked him with both her mouth and her hands. An invisible blanket of heat covered them, making them both pant and fight for air but she didn’t stop … couldn’t stop …

His taste was on her tongue, where it belonged. Ana suddenly wondered if tasting his semen would give her half the pleasure drinking her blood seemed to give him.

She was betting it did.

Her excitement nearly matching his, she sucked him harder, causing his hips to buck.

“Oh no. Oh fuck. I’m going to come. I—”

He tried to move her away from him, but she shook her head furiously, refusing to give up the chance to have all of him. To prove her point, she dug her nails into his thighs.

With a hoarse shout, he started coming. She swallowed his essence, something she’d never done for a man before. She’d always thought she’d hate it, but she didn’t. Not with him.

She’d been right. It seemed she didn’t care what Ty put inside her. If it was part of him, she’d always be greedy for it.

Carefully, she pulled back with a final flick of her tongue that caused him to jerk and shiver. She placed a close-mouthed kiss on the head of his erection, still ragingly stiff.

She remembered her promise to let him have her mouth and then her body.

With absolutely no hesitation, she climbed on top of him and pushed down, taking him inside her. She was vaguely aware of him gripping her tightly and moaning in ecstasy, and she was glad, but for once she was focused on what
she
wanted. In truth, she went a little
crazy, driving toward her own pleasure, riding him even as she gazed into his dreamy eyes.

I love you, she thought. I love how you make me feel. I love how good and brave and strong you are, Ty. I love you and I know I can’t have you. But I’m going to take what I can from you. Here and now. And I’m going to cherish the memory forever.

Her body tensed as her orgasm hit her. It rippled through her like an electrical charge designed to light her up for all eternity. In his arms, she was renewed.

“That’s right—oh. Oh oh oh. Take it. Take me,” he gasped, even as she felt him swell inside her, then shake with his own release.

Ana fell asleep in Ty’s arms and he caressed her hair as he drifted toward sleep himself. Without warning, an ominous voice reverberated in his mind. Ty didn’t recognize it but he knew one thing—it didn’t belong to Miguel.

You have marked her. You took her. Now what are you going to do with her?

Next to him, Ana shifted. Whimpered. As if she could hear the voice, too.

Ty struggled to rouse himself fully, but he felt like his eyes had been glued shut. As if his limbs were weighted down with cement. It scared the shit out of him, because it was exactly how he’d felt after he’d been turned.

Helpless.

Helpless to save Ben.

Helpless to save Naomi.

Helpless to save himself.

But no, he wasn’t helpless anymore. He
couldn’t
be helpless. Not here. Not now. Not with this woman beside him. No matter what, he needed to protect Ana.

A great weight pressed upon his chest, pushing the
breath out of him. Ty wheezed and gulped for air but only for a few seconds. Before he knew it, he could breathe again.

Muscles tense, he opened his eyes but he and Ana were the only ones in the room.