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Sajia would be a foundling placed in the world. Delivered into the hands of humans and her reality shaped by them, her loyalty given to them—and worse, to a vampire scion.
“I’m here for you,” he said, an ambiguous answer.
She frowned in response but drew the knife away from his skin. His testicles pulled tight in protest at the loss of contact, in anticipation of reclaiming it.
Once fear had served as challenge and erotic excitement. But now he found implied violence had the same effect.
She would submit. She would find pleasure in calling him master.
“Shall we go?” he asked, eyes flicking in the direction of the counter and the man behind it.
She sheathed the knife. “Yes.”
They left the shop and though she tried to hide her weakness, he was so finely attuned to her that he caught the sigh of relief and the subtle relaxing of her body. Magic of the kind found in the occult shop was anathema to the Djinn. Few could work it, and many found it sickening to be in its presence.
A few steps away she stopped and turned to him, hands resting on the hilts of her knives.
He smiled in challenge, daring her to pull them from their sheaths.
“Has Corinne been found?”
Addai made the connection immediately, between the question and Sajia’s position as bajaran. His smile faded to a frown, and his amusement flashed to irritation at seeing an inevitable delay before he could take her to his bed.
“No.”
“Then why am I being summoned back to the estate?”
“Did I say as much? I said only that I am here for you. And I am. Did you discover anything useful at the shop?”
“I’ve never seen you before.”
He shrugged. “I am Addai.”
“I don’t know that name. Prove you serve the Tuccis.”
His smile returned, as sharp as one of her knives. He’d spent no time among the Tucci, but it was his business to know the lineage of all the vampire families in San Francisco. Even without the prospect of alliance, he would have gathered the information. Like the Djinn, vampires were natural enemies, but unlike the Djinn, the origin of their conflict began elsewhere, on a long-dead planet light-years away.
Dismissing the threat of Sajia’s weapons, Addai placed his hands on her waist to prevent her from taking a step backward. It was torment and paradise at the same time to feel her beneath his palms.
He leaned forward, mouth drawing close to hers as if to share a secret, though his intent was to claim a taste of what belonged to him. “Sajia,” he whispered, touching his lips to hers, sharing breath and life and spirit, as was the Djinn way, as had been their way so many thousands of years ago.
She resisted, clamping her jaw shut and firming her mouth against his invasion. Had she remembered him, she would have known denying him was a dangerous game.
One of his hands settled on her back and forced her forward, flush against his body. The other slid upward, covering her breast possessively.
“Fight all you want,” he murmured against her mouth, the hand at her breast leaving to grasp her long braid, wrapping it around fingers and wrist, a taut leash preventing her from moving her head. “It will only make my victory sweeter and your surrender more satisfying.”
She started to pull her knives and he laughed, the hand on her back sliding lower, caressing her buttocks, holding her in place as he ground against her mound, against the clit he knew would be swollen and erect given the heady scent of feminine arousal that filled his nostril
s.
A small moan signaled her yielding and he took advantage of it, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in an unbridled claiming.
Desire nearly overrode restraint as she responded, twining her tongue with his, rubbing. Meeting thrust for thrust in a challenge that could only end one way, with his cock deep in her body, stretching her, filling her in shared pleasure and the release of seed.
The air around them shimmered. The will keeping him human in appearance threatened to give way in the spread of wings and radiance.
Only a small sliver of rational thought kept him from doing it. There were too many people present on the street and no way to strip the memory of what they’d seen from all of their minds, when leaving it risked that one of his kind would stumble upon the image and know of Sajia.
