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Outside, the misty air cooled my lungs, the marble bench froze my ass, and the concrete under my bare feet chilled them bone deep. All cleared my head and eased the vertigo. “What time is it?”

Alexander draped his black leather coat over my shoulders. “Around four.”

He helped me snake my arms into the coat’s too-long-for-me sleeves, his hands pale like moonlight against the inky darkness of his coat. Such large, competent hands, the fingers long and strong. Piano player fingers. A silver band graced his left index, an onyx triquetra adorning the middle. He fished my hand from the sleeve. When our palms touched, power pulsed, warm and comforting.

My eyes strayed to the bracelets on his wrist. One thin strap of black leather and a chunky, metal bracelet of I-shaped links. I traced the metal with my free hand. “Silver?”

“Never.” He pointed at the rings. “White gold.” And the bracelet. “Titanium.”

“Oh.” My fingers continued their dance over his accessories. Love touching him.

Wind gusted around the clinic, whipping locks of hair across my face. He brushed them away, tucking some behind my ear. I pressed my cheek against his palm and closed my eyes to savor the moment. “Feeling better?”

I blinked and gave him a wry grin. “A lot better since you interrupted my undead uncles getting me drunk on brandy.”

His lips quirked, fangs flashing.

My insides quivered. “Yeah, much better.” My fingertips stroked his handsome face.

His skin showed no signs of the wounds he’d received during the earlier fight. Impressive. He leaned into my touch. My eyes zeroed in on his oh-so kissable lips. He moved closer, closer still, pausing a hair’s breadth away. My pulse skyrocketed. My stomach performed endless somersaults while bits lower clenched in anticipation. Do it. Do it now.

Alexander let out a breath and kissed me.

A feral sound erupted from my chest. Alexander growled against my lips and pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him. How perfectly I fit there.

Made for me.

Our kiss deepened, his tongue dancing with mine, exploring my mouth. I pushed my way into his. […]

Alexander groaned. He gripped my hips, grinding me against his hard length […] He was ready. […] I wanted him inside me. Now.

Energy radiated from us both, swirling like a gentle cyclone. Amazing. Just as our bodies fit together, so did our power. […]

A burst of pain speared my tongue and I stilled on his lap. I’d nicked myself on one of his fangs. Blood pooled in my mouth and I swallowed it, enjoying the iron flavor.

He pulled back. “Sorry.” A shadow passed through his blue eyes. I knew what he thought. Will she wake up and run now?

I lavished him with a reassuring smile. “It’s okay.”

His eyes brightened and he retracted his fangs, displaying smooth, even teeth. Wow, that is so hot. I squirmed on his lap, earning my hips a nice squeeze.