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Chapter Thirty-six
Raphael followed her scent, the delicious enticement of her blood pounding against his
senses, making his cock swell ruthlessly. She was little more than a blot of shadow on the
dark stairs, no movement, no sound. But she lived. Raphael could hear the sluggish beat of
her heart, the thin rush of her blood. He dropped to her side, his breath running out in a hiss
when he saw what had been done to her. A vampire had done this. Someone had dared to
mark what was his.
Rage drew his lips back in a snarl of fury, but he forced himself to calm, to gather her in
his arms and lend her the slight warmth of his body. He bent to the worst of her wounds, the
ravaged muscles of her neck and shoulder, the skin stripped away, the blood flow weakening
as the strength of her heart failed. Her taste on his tongue was overwhelming. He swallowed
a groan of pleasure, fighting against instinct, knowing if he yielded now, he would lose her
forever. He continued to lick the wound, the clotting factors in his saliva working to stop the
bleeding, the euphoric chemicals of his enhanced system easing her pain, lulling her into
passiveness. She moaned softly, a sob of loss rather than pain.
His strong fingers brushed the hair away from her battered face, stroking it carefully from
her bloodied forehead, tucking it gently behind one ear. Her breath was a bare touch against
his mouth as he lowered his face to hers, whispering against her lips.
"Kiss me, Cyn."
She sighed softly, opening her warm mouth. He bit his lower lip, letting the blood flow,
then covered her mouth with his, twining his tongue around hers and feeling her begin to suck
gently. His fingers massaged her throat carefully, forcing her to swallow. She cried out, no
longer lost, but hungry and wanting. He couldn't help himself; he clutched her to his chest,
turning the kiss from gentle healing to heated passion. Cyn responded in kind as his blood
warmed her skin, as her body healed enough to feel the ecstasy of his kiss, and her mouth
began to demand more.
She shuddered softly into orgasm, and her arms fell away to trail down his chest, her body
going soft beneath his. Raphael, she whispered.
Raphael felt her lips curve with pleasure beneath his. Sleep, sweet Cyn."
In the open doorway, Duncan stood as his master carried Cynthia past, helpless to do
anything but watch. Raphael paused before the final set of stairs. She will live, he said, his
voice tight with simmering rage. Twice they have touched what is mine, Duncan. I will know
what happened here. And then we will hunt."
The vampires listening outside howled their approval, and Raphael returned a fearsome
smile.
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Chapter Thirty-seven
Raphael lay Cyn carefully on the bed, then stood and stripped off his suit coat and tie, loosen-
ing the collar of his shirt. As an afterthought, he stepped out of his boots and socks, padding
barefoot to the big bed. He smiled as he tugged off her elaborate cowboy boots and tossed
them aside. The smile was replaced by a snarl of fury as he removed the rest of her cloth-
ing the heavy, leather jacket improbably shredded, unless one was familiar with the thick,
sharp claws that could inflict that kind of damage on even the toughest fabric. He puzzled
over her dress, finally realizing that the slinky knit was designed to pull over her head like a
sweater. Instead, he tore the fabric open, rolling it off her shoulders and down her torso, slid-
ing over her hips, revealing every inch of her taut, sleek body, her full, heavy breasts.
"Ah, sweet Cyn, he whispered hoarsely when he saw the silky skin of her mound, waxed
bare and smooth. His cock ached with wanting her, and he slid the dress over her feet
quickly, pulling up the comforter and covering her nakedness. He was not an animal to take
advantage of a helpless woman, not even one that drove him to such heights of desire.
Stretching out next to her, he gathered her gently into his arms, keeping the bulky comfort-
er between them, allowing himself a single hand beneath the cover, splayed against the sat-
iny warmth of her hip. She murmured softly in her sleep, sounds of contentment, of safety. He
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