"So there's a secrets?"Sam folds his arms across his chest and leans against the doorframe. "Everyone has secrets."I try a different tack. "I never wanted to hurt him. "I'm here to fix things, not make them worse.""You're being here definitely makes things worse."Now it's my turn to narrow my eyes. "What's your problem with me?""Look, I can tell there's something special about you. Jackson wouldn't be interested, otherwise. But he can't be with you- it's not going to work. And you bring in this house is going to be a problem for him.I turn his words over in my head, but they don't make sense. The only things I can come up with is that he and Jackson are a couple and he's warning me off."Is he gay?"Sam's brows twist in puzzlement. "No. What makes you think that?""I was just trying to figure out if you and he-" Sam laughs. "No. I told you, he's my brother."Relief floods me. Down, girl. He's still not yours."How did you meet?"Sam's face sags and, for a moment he looks thirty

"Yes, I say.He growls, low and sexy. More like an approving rumble. "I like spanking you, kitten. Love having you spread across my lap for punishment.""Who else?" I choke because for some reason, I'm jealous bitch when it comes to Jackson. He stops moving."Excuse me?""Who else have you spanked?"His low chuckle goes straight to my exogenous zones, tightening my Nipples, making my pussy squeeze. "Just you, baby. Only you."He picks up the spoon again and pops me with it.I definitely don't like it this time, since I'm already sore from the first spanking, but I'm also not willing to say it's too much.He applies another rapid- fire round, and I squirm and squeal over his lap. "Ouch, please!" I shout at the end, but he was stopping anyway. His fingers immediately slip between my legs, and I can tell I'm three times as wet as before. I guess I need a second spanking."Jesus, this cute little ass bobbing over my lap makes me want to do this all night.""Noooo," I moan, I'm definit

SHE start to cover her mouth but realize it will only make the claustrophobia worse, so I go for her sternum again. "Breathe, baby. In out. You're safe. It was a dream just a dream kitten."She lets out a tremendous whimper, and I roll her to her back to see her face in the dark. Her arms loop around my neck, and she clings to me, trembling. I rub her back."Shhh, baby you're okay. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."As quickly as she turned to me, she pulls away, scrambling off the bed and onto her feet.I follow her up. "Kylie."She ignores me and paces back and forth, her shoulders hunched, her head bent like she's thinking hard.She's rejecting my help. Fighting her problems on her own as she has since she was just a teen. Maybe all her life. I want her to come back to me. Desperately but I dont know how to get through."You saw your dad's murder."She stops pacing, and her breath leaves her with a whoosh."In the Louvre? Where were you? In an air duct?"Her knees buckle, and

JACKSON'S breath rate increases, and he holds my hip, thrusting deep into my channel. I know I should stop him, tell him to get the condom, but it feels so good."Pull out before you come," I tell him.He makes a pained sound. "I'll stop now," he says, but continues plowing into me with cruel, delicious force. His grip on my hip is bruise- worthy his loins slap against my ass."Jackson's-" I gasp.He shoves me onto my belly and mounts me from behind, capturing my wrists above my head. Thankfully, the claustrophobia doesn't kick in. Maybe because the view in front of me isn't blocked. I lift my ass to hom, loving the new angle, wanting more, wanting everything.Every position, every variation, every rhythm.An eerie, animalistic growl erupts from Jackson, and I twist to look over my shoulder. And scream.I scream at the top of my lungs, and I don't stop screaming. Because Jackson is a fucking vampire. Fangs have punched out, and his eyes are ice-blue. Ice-blue.Not green at all. And t

JACQUELINE opens her gritty eyes, blinking against the morning sun. Still in the desert. Still in human form. She drags herself to her feet and cheeks out the angle of the sun.It is rising over the far mountain range, which means the Catalinas. So she's in the Tucson Mountains on the west side. Probably out in Marana somewhere, where the crackheads cook their meth.Shes isn't the only one who knows how to research things online. Her minette thinks she's only capable of making soup. Minette.She starts walking east. Her gait is clumsy at first, but after a dozen steps, her coordination rerurns. Her sensitive hearing detects the sounds of cars in the distance. Dieu merci. Too bad she's covered in blood.It will make it hard to explain if she flags down a car. If only she could shift. She drops to all fours and closes her eyes, willing herself to shift. The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A