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  Her insides turned to jelly at his words, desire pooling between her thighs. Who was she to deny him after all she'd put him through?

  But no, she wanted to get home to his apartment, where they would both feel safe.

  "I want that too," she told him, her voice husky with desire. "But I'd rather do it at your place, where it's safe."

  He pulled his head out of her neck where he'd been scraping his fangs erotically against her skin, and nodded. "Ok, yeah. Let's go home."

  Lifting her back to her seat, he re-buckled her and started the engine. With one last, smoldering look at her, he pulled onto the road and headed home.

  She smiled when he wouldn't release her hand, but insisted on holding it all the way there.

  Chapter 38

  Luukas

  They arrived back at the apartment in record time, and Luukas whipped into his parking space, barely putting the car in park before turning it off and jumping out to go retrieve his witch from the opposite seat.

  Grabbing her out of her seat, he threw her over his shoulder as she squealed with delight, and hauled her effortlessly up to his apartment, closing the broken door behind them.

  He really needed to get that fixed. Later.

  Without breaking stride, he hightailed it straight to the bedroom, where he set her gently on her feet in front of him.

  She gazed up at him with wide eyes, and for the first time since he'd known her, she seemed nervous.

  "I'd really like to get cleaned up," she said.

  "Why?"

  "Why?" she repeated. "Look at me!"

  He did. She stood barefoot, in that horrible white gown. Her hair was wild and tousled around her face and over her shoulders. Her eyes were large and bright, her skin flushed. Her full breasts heaved, about to burst from her dress at any moment. And there was a smudge of dirt on her cheek.

  She was absolutely lovely.

  Shaking his head no, he smiled at her shocked expression.

  "No-o?" she asked.

  "No," he affirmed.

  And then she smiled that dazzling smile that never failed to bewitch him. "All right, but I have to get out of this damned gown."

  He returned her smile. "Yes, you do." Taking a handful of material in each hand at the neckline, he promptly tore it down the middle while she giggled, pushing it off of her shoulders until she stood gloriously naked before him.

  His smile faded as he slowly ran his eyes from her face to her small feet and back again. She stood unashamed of her nudity, her arms at her sides, her nipples puckering under the heat of his stare. The scent of her desire rose in the air around him, mingling with the delicious scent of her blood, and he hardened with anticipation as his fangs punched down, more eager than ever to have her.

  Yanking his shirt over his head, he pulled it off and threw it to the side, enjoying the way her eyes immediately went to the muscles of his chest and abs. The tip of her tongue wet her lips as she looked her fill of him.

  His breath hitched as she laid her palm over his heart. Slowly, she ran her hand over his chest, skimming his nipples, and then down his firm abs. His muscles clenched everywhere she touched him, and he dropped his head back with pleasure.

  When she reached the waistline of his jeans, she slid her fingers underneath it as far as she could reach, and stroked the skin of his lower belly. His cock strained upwards from where it lay, wanting her touch, and he nearly lost it when she ran her thumb over it on the outside of his jeans.

  "Enough," he growled out.

  Taking her hand in his, he pulled it out of his pants and lifted it to his mouth. Turning it palm up, he kissed the center of her palm, and continued to place soft kisses down to her wrist. Lifting his eyes to her face, he watched her expression as he sank his fangs into the veins there.

  Her lips parted and her eyes widened with shock, only to soften with desire when he began to drink.

  His other hand curled around her hip, pulling her closer to him and fondling her plump ass. He needed to feel her skin against his.

  Licking the wound closed on her wrist, he released it. Draping her arms around his neck, he leaned down and kissed her, running both hands up her back and down over her ass, slipping one between her thighs to feel her wet heat.

  He moaned against her lips when she parted her legs to give him better access. Pulling her up into him, he parted her with his fingers, finding her clitoris, and flicked it gently.

  She moaned, biting his lip, and tilted her hips towards him, rubbing herself against his throbbing cock.

  Breaking off their kiss, he pulled away from her to undo his jeans. Reaching inside, he pulled his aching cock out.

  "Touch me," he begged her hoarsely.

  She complied eagerly, wrapping her hand around his thick girth. Giving him a small squeeze, she ran her hand up and down his length. He jerked in her small palm, and a drop of moisture oozed from the tip.

  Dropping to her knees, she tasted it with her tongue before taking him fully into her mouth. He groaned as she did so, watching as she slid him in and out between her pink lips, and he felt himself get impossibly harder.

  His hands dove into her hair to stop her, "No, witch. I want to love you." Grabbing her by the upper arms, he helped her rise and then backed her towards the bed. "I want to make you come," he told her as he lowered her onto the bed. "And then I want to push inside of your tightness, and lose myself in you until you come again."

  "Ah, gods..." she whimpered.

  Quickly divesting himself of his boots and jeans, he joined her on the bed, lowering himself over her.

  He groaned in pleasure as he felt her arms and legs wrap around him, pulling him down to her. Lifting her hips, she rubbed herself against him, but he had something else in mind.

  Lacing his fingers in hers, he held her arms down on either side of her as he kissed her neck, working his way down to her breasts.

  "Luukas! Please..." she begged.

  Letting go of her hands, he gripped her ribs as he nipped at her nipples, laving one with his tongue, and then the other. Going back to the first one, he sucked it into his mouth, sinking his fangs into her areola as she cried out.

  Ah, the taste of her! He'd never had blood like hers. It flowed into him like an angel's essence, invigorating him, healing him; bringing him back to life.

  Licking her wounds closed, he kissed his way over to her other breast as she gripped his hair, breathing hard. Pulling that nipple into his mouth as he did the first, he bit it lightly, and then flicked it with his tongue.

  She arched her back as he kissed a path across her soft belly, and lower still, until he found her soft curls. Burying his nose in her, he inhaled her scent, his mouth watering, dying to taste her.

  Spreading her thighs with his hands, he settled in between them. She glistened before him, wet and ready. Parting her with his fingers, he exposed her even further to his greedy gaze, growling with displeasure when she attempted to close her legs.

  Before she could protest more, he ran his tongue up her silky folds, closing his eyes in pleasure.

  Her hips bucked towards his mouth when he pulled away, teasing her, and he went down on her again, running his tongue between the satiny folds. Finding her clit, he flicked it with his tongue, rejoicing in the soft sounds she made. They were the most beautiful things he'd ever heard.

  Skimming one hand down her inner thigh, he slid a finger deep inside of her, then back out. Continuing his assault with his tongue, he inserted two fingers, and began sliding them in and out of her, coaxing her to climax. She strained towards him, her hands in his hair. He could feel her pleasure, and it turned him on even more.

  He felt her began to tremble, and he quickened his pace with his tongue and fingers. Feeling she was on the brink, he sucked her hard bud into his mouth, and bit her. She cried out as he sank his fangs in her, her sweet blood mixing with her orgasm as she crashed over the edge, pulsing around his fingers.

  He growled low in his throat. He wanted to feel he
r pulsing around his cock.

  Chapter 39

  Keira

  Keira had no time to recover before Luukas was flipping her over onto her stomach. Gripping her hips, he pulled them up and back until she lay on her elbows with her ass in the air.

  He squeezed her cheeks, kneading them in his large palms. Sliding towards the center, he inserted both thumbs inside of her, and she pushed her hips back towards him, wanting more.

  His thumbs disappeared, and then she felt him pushing at her entrance.

  Desire clenched low in her belly again. Gripping her hips, he thrust deep inside with a moan of pleasure, his size making her cry out.

  "Keira?"

  "Don't stop!" she cried.

  He didn't.

  With a loud groan, he began to move, thrusting in and out of her. He was so large; he filled her completely, touching her womb. She'd never felt so completely possessed by another person.

  "I want you to come again. I'm not going to last long," he gritted through his teeth.

  Reaching down, she touched herself, rubbing her clit as he pounded into her from behind. Not stopping, he leaned down over her, and sank his fangs into the muscle between her shoulder and her neck.

  Keira cried out, pulses of desire shooting out from her core as she came.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her upright as he slammed into her, his mouth at her neck. Each draw he took sent bolts of heat through her, her orgasm going on and on.

  With a roar, he threw his head back, and she felt him pulsing inside of her as he pushed himself in to the hilt.

  Collapsing onto the bed, he pulled her down with him, tucking her up against the front of him and curling around her.

  They lay there for a long time as he lazily ran his hand up her thigh, over her hip, and back again.

  "So, um." Keira peered back over her shoulder at him. "Do you think I could get that shower now?"

  She yelped when he smacked her on the ass.

  "In a bit, witch. I want to love you again first."

  "Again?" she squeaked.

  "Yes. Again," he confirmed.

  ***

  A week and a half later, Keira was in the kitchen making a bite to eat. Looking over towards the office, she smiled to see Luukas scowling over something or another having to do with his many businesses.

  It was good to see him scowl. It was when he stood at the window for hours on end that she became concerned.

  At those times, she would put down whatever she was doing, and distract him by whatever means necessary.

  Sometimes, he would look down at her, and the darkness would flash in his eyes. But she would smile, and touch him, and talk to him about nonsensical things. He would blink, and she would see the darkness in him fading, then he would pick her up and take her into the bedroom. He would make love to her desperately, losing himself in her, and it would calm him again.

  As for her, she practiced her craft when he was working, and worried about her sister. They hadn't heard anything from Nik since he'd left. Of course, it would help if Luukas would get the phones fixed.

  Suddenly, the front door crashed open, and Nikulas came flying into the room. Spotting Keira in the kitchen, he strolled over to the stools and took a seat.

  "What's up?" he asked casually.

  She noticed he looked even hotter than he had before. Healthier. That could only mean...

  "Where's my sister?" she demanded.

  "Right here!"

  Emma stood at the end of the counter, smiling a ridiculous smile.

  "Emma..." Keira breathed. Dropping her salad tongs on the counter, she ran to her sister as tears streamed down her face.

  They hugged each other, both of them crying and laughing at the same time.

  Chapter 40

  Luukas

  Luukas strolled out of the office, joining Nikulas at the counter. "How am I supposed to get anything done with all of this commotion out here?"

  Nik smacked him on the shoulder. "Hey, bro. How're things?"

  "I think they're going to be ok," he told him seriously.

  "Good. You look good."

  "As do you, little brother." He glanced over at the two girls as they hugged and cried. They were practically jumping around the kitchen. "I take it that's Emma?"

  Nikulas' face lit up. "Yup. That's my Emma. She's moving in with me." He turned back to his brother. "How're things with you and Keira?"

  Luukas imagined his face must look very similar to his little brother's as he looked over at his witch. "Things are good. I only tie her to the bed every other night or so, and I might get the phones replaced soon."

  Nik's lips twitched. "Cool."

  At that moment, the fiery little redhead marched up to Luukas and poked him on the shoulder.

  As he turned to face her, he caught Nik's look of alarm, and noticed him stiffening in panic.

  He found himself face to face with a small female who had her sister's hazel eyes. It was slightly disconcerting. Luckily, her eyes were about the only resemblance.

  He smiled down at her. "Hello, Emma. I don't think we've been formally introduced. My name is Luukas." He offered her his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, she took it.

  "Hello, Luukas. It's nice to meet you. If you ever hurt my sister, I will stake you myself."

  "Emma!" Keira protested.

  He gave her a nod. "Understood."

  "Good." And then she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

  Nikulas stood up from his stool so fast, it fell over onto the floor. A low growl emanated from his chest. "Emma, come here."

  Luukas tried not to laugh as she rolled her eyes, then turned to his brother with a sweet smile. He liked her already.

  "Em, are you hungry?"

  Emma joined her sister in the kitchen, where they proceeded to catch up on the last seven years between happy tears, and more hugs.

  ***

  The sun was rising when Luukas finally kicked everyone out, promising that they'd get together that night to discuss rescuing the others. He locked the repaired front door firmly behind them.

  Keira watched her sister leave longingly.

  "She'll be right downstairs," he reassured her. "You'll see her tonight."

  "I know," she told him with a sad smile.

  "Come to bed with me now," he demanded.

  There was a naughty twinkle in her eye as she said, "Oh, I don't know. I think I might stay out here and read for a while."

  Bending down, he threw her over his shoulder and headed towards the bedroom, her giggles muffled in his shirt. "That's not acceptable, witch."

  Throwing her onto the bed, he yanked off her yoga pants that she'd ordered online.

  He had to admit, he thoroughly enjoyed watching her strut around in those pants, but he enjoyed watching her strut around naked even more.

  Grabbing her shirt, he ripped it down the middle.

  She sighed. "I'm going to have to order more shirts."

  "Order all the shirts you want." He grinned at her. "I'll rip them all off."

  She grinned back at him, and he became serious as he stared at her, still amazed that she was actually here with him.

  Stripping off his clothes, he lay down beside her and propped his head up on one hand. He ran his other hand over her soft skin, touching her face, her neck, her soft breasts, her belly; watching her hungrily as she arched into his hand.

  His silver-grey eyes were fierce when they met hers.

  "Mine," he growled out.

  She touched his face. "Yes, Luukas. Yours."

  With a moan of surrender, he took her lips with his.

  The End

  About The Author

  L.E. Wilson was born in Scranton, PA and grew up in a small town about twenty miles north of there. It's a seriously small town, as in "Don't blink or you'll miss it", but a beautiful area to live.

  Blood Hunger, the first book of her new Deathless Night Series, which combines her lifelong obsession with t
he paranormal and her love of romance, was released in the winter of 2014. Look for the second book of the series, Blood Vengeance, to be released in the summer of 2015!

  L.E. now lives in the mountains outside of Seattle with her husband, two sons, and her two furry kids (who are much better behaved than the human children). When she's not busy writing or cooking vegan meals, she spends her free time photographing the gorgeous Pacific Northwest she now calls home.

  A Personal Note from L.E. Wilson – “If you enjoyed my book, I would be forever grateful if you would take a moment to post a review anywhere online. Thank you so much!”

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