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“I can’t. Baby, please—I’m really afraid I’ll hurt you.” Putting his hands around her waist, Thrax attempted to lift his partner off his lap.
But Andi surprised him by grabbing hold of one of his horns with one hand and his shoulder with the other. Holding tight to him, she refused to be moved.
“No—I’m not going anywhere until you bite me!”
Thrax gave up trying to push her off him and gave her an exasperated look.
“Andi, you don’t know what you’re fucking doing to me,” he growled. “With your gorgeous, ripe tits in my face, and your sweet little pussy rubbing against me…” He thrust his hips up, rubbing the ridge of his shaft against her to show her what he meant, which made her squirm in his lap. “You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he told her. “I don’t know why, when you just sucked me off an hour ago, but I feel like I haven’t come in months and I’m right on the fucking edge!”
Andi’s cheeks got pink but she lifted her chin and didn’t run from him.
“That’s just that awful Fume working on both of us—I’ve been fighting it too.”
Thrax frowned.
“Do you think that’s why we’ve been…doing things we normally wouldn’t do on a mission?”
“Like you going down on me and me going down on you?” Andi asked dryly. “Yeah, I think so. They told us it makes men submissive and women dominant, but I think what it really does is just make everyone horny all the damn time.”
Thrax shrugged.
“Who knew that the scent of sweetly sour chicken could make you want to fuck?”
Andi gave him her irrepressible grin—the one that lit up her whole face and turned her from pretty to drop-dead gorgeous.
“That’s sweet and sour chicken. You’ve had it before, at that Asian bistro in my old neighborhood, remember? The kind with the bright red sauce?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded thoughtfully. Andi loved to introduce him to different Earth cuisines—they actually made a habit of going out to try someplace new together at least twice a month. Thrax couldn’t help loving his partner’s excitement whenever he really liked something she had suggested.
“So now that we know what’s causing us to both be so, uh, horny, it’s easier to control it and just do what we need to do. Don’t you think?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
“I guess so,” Thrax growled doubtfully. He still wanted his partner in a way he knew wasn’t right—he couldn’t fucking help it. But his head was a little clearer now that they had talked some.
“Good. So just bite me and take some of my blood,” Andi told him. “I’m not just doing this for you—I’m doing it for me,” she added. “I need you on the top of your game if we’re going to grab Kier and get out of here. Okay?”
Thrax sighed in defeat. He had never known anyone as stubborn as his partner. Once Andi dug in on something, she absolutely wouldn’t let it go until she got what she wanted.
“I’m not going to change your mind about this, am I?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Absolutely not.”
“I can’t make it good for you,” Thrax warned. “It’s going to hurt even if I can make myself be gentle.” Which he wasn’t completely sure of—the Thirst was really riding him.
“I’m not afraid,” she repeated and he could see the determination in her big, brown eyes. “Bite me, Thrax—take what you need. And then we can worry about getting out of here.”
“All right. I’m sorry in advance for the pain,” he growled. Then he bent his face to her neck and drove his fangs deep into the vein he saw pulsing there.
Andi stiffened at once in his arms. As her blood rushed through his fangs and down his throat, hot and fresh and delicious, Thrax couldn’t help crushing her to him. He tightened his grip on her small, curvy body and ground himself against her, pumping the ridge of his cock against her soft, open pussy. Gods, if only the damn sleep trousers weren’t in the way! He needed to be inside her, fucking her, filling her, Bonding her to him. It was an urgent need, even though he knew it was impossible.
Gentle—be gentle! he warned himself, but it was so fucking hard when all he wanted to do was drink from her and take her and make her his for fucking ever…
“Thrax! Oh my God!” The moan that broke from his partner’s lips finally made Thrax stop. Forcing himself to pull back, he licked her wounded neck, closing the puncture wounds with his tongue, and looked at her anxiously.
“Andi? Are you all right?” he asked anxiously. “Did I hurt you?”
Andi was panting as though she’d run a race and when she looked up at him, Thrax saw that her pupils were dilated and her eyes were half-lidded. Strangest of all, he could smell the sweet scent of her feminine desire rising to tease his nose. She didn’t look like a woman who had just endured being stabbed in the neck with two steak knives. She looked like a woman who had just…
