Chapter 3

“It was on my tab at the club. See, we’re not strangers.”

“I don’t know whether I should be here,” she said.

“Do you want to leave?”

“No.”

“Then, take off your clothes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Would you like my help?”

“No.”

Eyes down, she walked to the bed and slipped off her shoes. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You may stop,” I said.

“I don’t want to,” she whispered, pulling her shirt off. Her large breasts were straining against the lacy camisole she wore underneath. She looked at me. I could see the inner struggle of her lust against her better judgment. She removed her cami, finally exposing her beautiful full breasts to my view. Then she wriggled out of her moist leggings. Her trimmed, leaking pussy was revealed. At that moment, I knew we would not sleep before dawn.

“Now, undress me,” I said.

The fire of lust burned brightly in her eyes now. She began to unbutton my shirt. As she did, her movements caused her large breasts to bounce and sway. Her nipples were very hard now, long, fat, swollen with her need. I tried to concentrate on them, but my brain was overwhelmed with the mouth-watering aroma of the moisture emanating from her portal.

She knelt in front of me to undo my trousers. When she pulled them down, my rigid member sprang up, nearly hitting her in the face.

“It’s huge!” she exclaimed.

“It will fit,” I said. “Lie down.”

“I’ve never had anything like that inside me before,” she whimpered as she climbed onto the bed.

“What do you mean? Nothing this big?”

“No. I’ve never had a man inside me before. I’m a virgin.”

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Twenty-two.”

A young virgin, the same age I was when I was taken. Just what I needed for a new life-mate. If I chose, I could make Nicole mine for eternity tonight. I struggled with my Hunger and lust. It might be better to drink her dry and then continue on my quest, but her eyes spoke of an inner lust that enticed me, the lust necessary in a good huntress.

This was not the time for those thoughts, however. Turning her into one of Us could come later, if she seemed worthy. She would have to be very special for me to consider her as a life-mate. For now, I needed to feed The Hunger.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and lowered my mouth to her. Tangy-sweet, abundant juice clung to the trimmed dark hair surrounding her womanhood. Perhaps, as a mortal, I would have wanted to take my time with her, but The Hunger compelled me to taste. The first pass of my tongue over her made my stomach growl.

Nicole gasped at the sensation. “Oh, God!”