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  “You want to date me?” She paused, considering that. They could get to know each other. It wasn’t as if she had a social life. The idea wasn’t scary. Of course, they wouldn’t be going out to dinner, since he admitted not eating food. Maybe they could see movies together. “We could try that.”

  He turned and reached for the sword he’d removed earlier. Fear gripped her. Would he kill her for refusing to become a vampire?

  He discarded it and fiddled with the belt he’d removed, and her fear eased. There was a small pouch attached to the belt. He finally turned, holding up fur-lined handcuffs.

  The relief was short-lived when he lunged at her.

  Blaron hated to do it but he needed to convince Matty they belonged together. She cried out when he grabbed her. He was careful not to hurt her, but she put up a hell of a fight when he stripped her of her robe. He was careful not to bruise her creamy skin as he gripped her wrists, tugged her up the bed as her feet kicked at him, and secured her wrists through the bars of the headboard.

  “Asshole!” She tried to kick him in the face.

  He dodged her foot, barely, and grunted when it impacted his shoulder instead. The lass had fire, and he loved her a little more for it. His Matty was a fighter. He wouldn’t bite her; he would refrain from tasting her blood. She struggled when he released her, her hips rising from the bed, her feet flat on the mattress, and his cock hurt from the sight as she twisted and wiggled.

  He backed away and reached for the waist of his borrowed breeches. He hated the feel of them, the constricting material rubbing the crown of his straining cock. He sighed with relief as he tugged them down. He sat, yanking the damn things off his legs and tossed them to the floor. He was a kilt man. He moved onto his hands and knees at the foot of the bed, watching her wear herself out, and grinned at the curses she muttered. His lass had the mouth of a sailor when her temper was riled. He found it adorable.

  She’d learn he’d never take her by force. He’d never be a brute to her, but the cuffs were for her own good. Lethal would try to harm her if she attempted to run away, and her old life was gone. Blaron had set the hunter free after messing with his mind. Of course, memories could return if something triggered them. If so, the hunter might remember Matty, target her. She’d be in danger. He couldn’t allow that.

  No, Matty belonged with him. He just had to convince her of that. Even if meant restraining her to his bed to show her he’d never harm her. Seduction was the best way. He’d love her, show her tenderness and passion.

  “Easy, Matty my love,” he rasped. “I bring you pleasure, not pain.”

  “You’re scaring me.”

  He flinched inwardly at her words. “’Tis a wasted emotion you don’t need. I’ll never harm you. Never.”

  He tried to reach for her again but she kicked her legs at him. He pulled back, waiting for her to stop. She had fire. He’d give her that. Maybe it would be better to back off for a few minutes. He sat back on his heels at the bottom of the bed and waited.

  Chapter Six

  “Now, Matty,” he sighed. “Calm down.”

  She glared at him. “Let me go. This is your idea of convincing me you’re honorable? Stripping me and handcuffing me to a bed?”

  “It’s not perfect but it will do.”

  “Jerk. Asshole. Creep!”

  He grinned. “I’ve already heard you use more colorful terms.”

  “You’re amused?” She’d fought the restraints until she grew tired. “This isn’t funny.”

  “It’s not.” His gaze lowered down her body. “Open those pretty thighs for me and I’ll improve your mood. I won’t bite you this time and I won’t turn you during the heat of passion. You have my word as a gentleman.”

  She snorted, not willing to believe him. “You’re a vampire.”

  “I’m one who wants to pleasure you.”

  “You want my blood. You admitted to using sex to get women to allow you to feed off them.”

  He looked hurt at her words. That surprised her. Some of her anger dissipated. What if he really did have feelings for her? She felt them toward him. It was insane. They’d just met that morning, but in her defense, she’d been watching him for months. She’d been fascinated from the moment she’d glimpsed her new neighbor.

  They stared at each other until he sighed.

  “You’re more than that to me.”

  She wanted to believe him but what if he was lying? She knew next to nothing about real vampires. It was possible they went around lying to women to get them into bed for their blood. He could discard her the second he got what he wanted. “Let me go, Blaron.”

  “Give us a chance first. I will convince you or give your life back.”

  Why does it feel as though I’m making a deal with the devil? A hot, sexy one, who keeps staring at my thighs as if I’m a big kid’s meal he’s starving for. She hated how her nipples hardened, knowing it didn’t have a thing to do with the room temperature but more for what would happen if she gave him access to her pussy.

  “You’re saying if we have sex again, you’ll let me go if it doesn’t convince me to marry you?” Maybe he said that to every woman, planning on letting her go regardless. “You know that’s screwed up, right?”

  He smiled again. “I do love that term. Screwed. Up. Down. Hard. Fast. Slow.” His eyes seemed to glow. “Any way that will please you and make you scream out my name while I’m inside that tight, wonderful sheath of yours.”

  Her body wanted him, tingled from his words, and it made her a little sad. It would hurt if he were lying. She’d spent years alone, and he just seemed too good to be true.

  What if he really did want to spend his life with her? What if he wasn’t lying or just telling her what he figured she might want to hear? Worst case, he’d make love to her. She’d have the memories to live with.

  She’d keep her pride, though, if she didn’t cave to him too easily by seeming overly eager.

  “Fine. Do your worst but I’m going home afterward.” She took a deep breath. “No biting.”

  “No biting. I love a challenge, lass.”

  He reached for her and she spread her thighs at his urging. She dropped her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. No matter how good he might be at oral sex, she had to protect her heart for falling for him even more. She probably had nothing to worry about. Men had gone down on her before but it hadn’t been great. They sure hadn’t made her scream their names.

  She relaxed when the bed moved and he spread her thighs even farther apart. She glanced down, saw him sprawled out on his belly, his face inches from her pussy. He raised his arms, bracing them over her legs to hold them down. His gaze met hers and he gave her a cocky grin that showed his fangs.

  “They won’t cut you, and I’ll show you just how much you’re going to love them.”

  Fear and excitement fought for dominance. She’d kill him when he let her go if he bit her tender skin.

  He breathed on her clit, making her more aware of the vulnerable position she was in, and she pulled on the handcuffs that refused to release her wrists. The sensation of being tied and pinned to the bed had a certain amount of sexual appeal.

  He lowered his head and growled softly, a masculine sound that turned her on more. There was something almost sinful and super sexy about knowing how dangerous he could be. He nuzzled his mouth against her folds; she tensed when she felt his fangs brush her clit. They pressed tight against her skin on either side. It seemed to push the bundle of nerves closer to the tongue that teased her with a slow trace of the tip. Matty squeezed her eyes closed and her fingers wrapped around the chains of the handcuffs.

  He tortured her with flicks of his tongue over her clit until it throbbed. When he applied pressure, pushed the flat of his tongue against it to rub, she tried to buck her hips but the weight of his arms kept her down. She jerked though when he reached up, and both of his hands found her straining nipples. He pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling the taut be
ads, and her body tensed.

  Moans broke from her lips. His forearms pinned her but his fingers playing with her breasts drove her crazy. “Faster. Please?” She hated begging but she wanted to come so bad it hurt.

  He refused to quicken the pace. Instead he kept up the slow gliding of his tongue until she cried out, the orgasm ripping through her body. His tongue paused until she stopped trembling and the pleasure eased. His hands stopped pinching her nipples and instead massaged her breasts, kneading them gently.

  She gasped when he began again, his tongue fixating on her clit.

  “I can’t,” she panted. “Too sensitive.”

  He ignored her, and she cried out when he began sucking instead. Strong tugs of his mouth with the occasional swipe of his tongue made her writhe and moan. She came again, his name bursting from her lips.

  “Blaron!”

  He mouth pulled away. “Will you marry me?”

  “No.”

  “I’m not done.”

  “You can’t mean to keep doing that until I say yes?” She had a sinking feeling he did. And damn him, he was good at it. She wouldn’t survive hours of him licking her.

  “Aye, lass. I do.”

  “Bastard!”

  He chuckled. “But I’m all yours.”

  She gasped when he nuzzled his mouth against her pussy again, his fangs fitting around her clit, and his tongue licked her slowly. Her toes curled, feeling the sides of his ribs, and she hoped she at least tickled him. Her breathing grew faster as she panted and he refused to let up until she came again. She screamed his name that time. Her body bucked from the intensity of her orgasm. He pulled away.

  “Matty?” His voice was a little rough sounding. “What say you?”

  “Fuck you.”

  He growled. “That’s next.”

  She gasped when he sat back on his haunches. He gripped her thighs, crawled in closer until they were spread over his own, his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy. She stared at him, a little afraid of the dark, dangerous look on his handsome face.

  “I won’t hurt you but I have to have you. Say yes.”

  She nodded, wanting him. She hurt inside, needing to be filled. The orgasms had been great but they’d felt a little empty.

  He entered her slowly, her body stretching around his thick cock, and both of them moaned.

  His hands slid down her thighs, cupped her ass, and adjusted her a little higher on his lap. He rocked them both, fucking her deep and fast. His thumb moved to press over her clit, and Matty went wild. The sensation of him inside her while he was touching her clit, his powerful body taking hers, was too much ecstasy to handle. She screamed out as she came and opened her eyes in time to watch Blaron throw back his head, his body tensed. He shouted out her name as he came inside her. He shivered, his muscular, sweaty body the sexiest sight ever, and his chin lowered as their gazes met.

  “What say you, Matty?”

  She couldn’t form words. She was too blown away by what he’d just done to her and too out of breath. His eyebrow arched as he smiled.

  “Again? Okay, Matty. I can go all night and day for you.” He adjusted his hold on her, running his fingers over her lower stomach. “We’ll both learn new limits of how much we can survive.”

  He began to move inside her, still hard, this time in slow, long thrusts, nearly withdrawing from her pussy, only to drive back in deep. He paused there, staring into her eyes, and withdrew. Her fingers clamped around the chains and her back arched. Blaron smiled.

  “I’ve had hundreds of years to learn how to please a woman, but none mattered as much as you. Think of doing this every night.”

  She moaned in response when he brushed a thumb over her swollen clit. Her vaginal muscles clenched and Blaron groaned.

  “Matty, my love, say yes to me. Agree to be mine.”

  She nodded, wanting to come again. His hand released her ass and he bent over her, bracing his arm on the bed next to her rib cage. His mouth took hers in a kiss that was so tender, so passionate, that she wished she could cling to him. Her wrists strained against the handcuffs and she whimpered in protest.

  More of his weight came down on her, and his fingers brushed hers before she felt a hard jerk on the chain. Her arms lowered after he snapped the restraints, and her fingers delved into his hair, holding his mouth closer while she kissed him back. His hips rocked them into another shared orgasm and he broke the kiss when they both cried out.

  “Love me, Matty. Allow me to love you, lass.”

  She opened her eyes to stare into his. “This is totally not fair.”

  He smiled. “Love isn’t fair, but it sure feels amazing, doesn’t it? We’re right for each other. I’ll keep convincing you.”

  “I’m never going to win an argument with you, am I?”

  He chuckled. “I’ll let you win sometimes. I like the idea of you restraining me to a bed and convincing me you’re right.”

  The idea of him tied down at her mercy excited her.

  He smiled. “I hear your heart racing. Like that, do you? I’d allow you to do anything to me you want. I’d welcome it. We’ll be happy together.”

  Her life flashed inside her mind. She’d become a recluse, no life outside of her home, and she’d been lonely. Blaron was offering her a life with him.

  She trailed her hands down to his cheeks, staring into his eyes, and knew she didn’t want to lose him. It might be scary to face an unknown future but at least it was one. He gave her such a look of longing and hope that she truly believed he wanted to be with her.

  “Will you have to hurt me?”

  “I’ll love you always, and make you happy. There’ll never be pain in my arms.”

  “I mean turning me into what you are.”

  He grinned. “No. I will let you drink from me while I drink from you. It’s not the way you’ve seen in movies. We’ll sleep after, both of us tired, and when you wake you’ll feel the same. You’ll just need to drink blood from a bag.”

  She grimaced.

  He chuckled. “For you, I’ll drink from the bags and you can drink from me. Way more pleasurable, and it’s what a good man does for his woman.”

  “It sounds gross.”

  “You know how it feels when I lick your little pussy? The fangs feel almost as good when you sink them into my skin and drink from me. It’s sexual, and I’ll fuck you while you do it. I promise you’re going to love it. I just may have to turn the club over to my friend Lethal, since we won’t want to climb out of bed for a few hundred years.”

  She took a deep breath. “I wish you’d give me a little more time. This is a huge decision.”

  Blaron saw the fear in her eyes and nodded, even though he wanted to sink his fangs into her and give her his bleeding wrist. “I understand.”

  “You’ll give me time?”

  “I’ll show you what you’re getting into first. How about that for a compromise?”

  She seemed to debate it. “Okay. I’m not sure exactly what that means.”

  “We’re going to get dressed and go upstairs to the club. I’ll show you my world and even feed in front of you, so you aren’t afraid of bagged blood.” He just hoped it didn’t turn her away from him.

  “Thank you.”

  “I’m worried you’ll run from me, Matty. It would break my heart. Don’t do that.” He didn’t mention that Lethal wasn’t going to be happy with him, but it was half his club. His friend could stuff it. It was more important that his woman was comfortable with accepting what he was offering her. He wanted her completely at peace with the decision.

  “Let’s shower and I’ll go get you clothing.” He’d sent a team to her house. They’d have brought her personal belongings to be stored in the club by now. He’d just have to break it to her that he’d moved her out of her home already. She’d probably be angry but so be it. He wasn’t allowing her to return to danger.

  Chapter Seven

  Matty felt nervous as she dressed. She’d been to danc
e clubs before but it had been a while. Of course, back then she hadn’t been scarred. People tended to gawk at her and openly stare. It always left her feeling angry or sad, depending on their reaction. She tended to avoid putting herself on display for those encounters.

  “Are you still angry with me?”

  She turned, holding Blaron’s gaze. He’d dressed in the bathroom while she’d done so in the bedroom. She liked him wearing the blue long-sleeved shirt with a blue and black kilt. He’d exchanged his sword for a small sheath that looked as if it held some kind of hunting knife. It was attached to a belt with a pouch that covered the front of his groin area. Black boots and matching socks adorned his feet. He’d braided his hair again, looking super sexy and exotic. He stared back at her and she remembered that he’d asked her a question.

  “No. I’m starting to understand that you’re just a take-charge type of man. I shouldn’t have been surprised that you sent strangers into my house to pack my clothes. At least they put them in those nice hanger boxes so nothing in my closet got wrinkled.”

  “Werewolves are very efficient. They’ve had a lot of practice, unfortunately. Any time humans begin to suspect we are different, we need to move.”

  “Werewolves.” She swallowed hard, running her hands down her skirt in a nervous gesture. “I’m almost afraid to meet them. You said a lot of them work for you here at the club?”

  He nodded. “You’ll be safe, Matty. None of them will harm you. They aren’t ravenous beasts as portrayed in your horror movies. They actually watch them and laugh, so I’ve heard. ’Tis very amusing for them to see how humans view them.”

  “That’s a bit comforting to know they have a sense of humor.”

  “You’ll meet Chase. He’s in charge of them, and a friend.”

  She felt compelled to warn Blaron, since he’d never been out in public with her before, and he was being nice enough to lessen her fear of the werewolves. “Um, don’t get mad when we go into the club.”

  “What do you mean? Are you planning something? Don’t try to run from me, Matty. Please. You said you’d give us a chance.”