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  outrage and brattiness aside, they had been nothing except kind and

  gentle, showing each one of us undeniable pleasure.

  I wanted to keep the friends I had made. I wanted to know more

  about myself and, all said and done, I wanted Camila. Yeah, she

  terrified me in some ways, but I didn’t want to consider going the

  rest of my life without seeing her again. I doubted they would let me

  just hang out if I turned this chance down.

  I held out my hand, palm up. Camila was out of bed and back

  with a short silver blade and thin black box in less than a moment.

  She took my outstretched hand and waited for me to look into

  her eyes.

  “Ginger Elizabeth Carmichael…” She smirked as she said my

  middle name.

  “Okay. Don’t get cocky with it.” I scowled.

  “Will you allow me to bind you to myself, my sister-queens,

  and to your sisters?”

  “Yes.” I barely said the word with any volume, but I knew

  she’d heard me. My palm burned as the blade came down across

  my skin. I was proud of myself for not flinching. Camila dropped

  the knife and quickly sealed the cut. As her tongue trailed over the

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  wound, the cool, soothing sensation spread through my hand. She

  lifted her head and the cut was completely healed. I watched her

  patiently as she reached for the thin black box and took out the last

  of the thirteen necklaces.

  She held the ruby up, letting the dim light catch it before she

  fastened the platinum links around my neck.

  “You’re mine now, Red,” she said with an evil grin. I had a

  snappy comeback, but I didn’t get a chance to use it.

  Camila pushed me back on the bed and then she kissed me.

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  The kiss didn’t last long enough. The soft sweep of her

  tongue over my lips was perfect, intoxicating, and the

  moment she pushed her way gently into my mouth I realized that

  she tasted just as delicious as she smelled. I lifted my head, wanting

  more, but she pulled away and sat back on her knees.

  She looked over my body, at my breasts, and down to my hips

  that were still covered with her blankets and sheets. I followed her

  gaze and suddenly struck shy, pulled the blanket over my chest.

  Camila chuckled to herself, flashing the sharp tips of her fangs.

  What?” I asked, all my nipple-stroking confidence gone.

  “Nothing,” she said with a slight shake of her head. “I was just

  wondering what would be the best way to repay you.”

  “Repay me?” I didn’t like the way that sounded.

  “Repay may be the wrong word.” Her tongue crept out and

  traced her bottom lip. I gasped a little. “I understand how my bite

  can make you feel, but I want to give you more than that.”

  “Why?” I pulled the blanket up even further.

  She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, but she

  left the blanket where it was. “I’ve already told you.” She kissed me

  again. “You’ve bound yourself to me, and you’ve given me your

  blood, but remember that last thing I wanted?”

  “The part with the fucking,” I managed to squeak out.

  “Right, Red. The part with the fucking. I’m just wondering

  where you’d like me to start.”

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  “Uh…” I had my ideas, but I had no experience to go on. Not

  to mention her “Do Me Now” voice and those eyes were making it

  impossible for me to form a complete sentence. And the kissing, it

  wasn’t helping either.

  “That is if you’re okay with, you know, going all the way,” she

  said.Did I want my first time to be with the sexiest being I had ever

  seen, even if she was an undead demon-queen? Yes. Yes, I did. I

  may have even wanted her to bite me again.

  I nodded wide-eyed.

  “Why don’t you lie back down?”

  Right, I could do that. I slid back against her pillows and made

  myself comfortable—well, as comfortable as I could be while nearly

  hyperventilating.

  She pulled back the sheets and climbed over me before

  wrapping the sheet back over us both. It was still dim in the room,

  but light enough that the dark sheets didn’t hide the curves of her

  breasts as they swept past mine. I swallowed thickly as she held

  herself up with one hand and pulled off her underwear with the

  other. A tingling set off in my throat as our legs brushed together.

  Once her underwear was tossed aside, probably lost to the abyss

  at the foot of the bed along with the tracksuit, she settled herself

  casually between my legs. My pussy throbbed as her stomach pressed

  against me. My clit pulsed through my soaked hairs, the only thing

  keeping the over sensitive tip from rubbing directly against her skin.

  My heart thudded up somewhere near my throat. I almost choked

  when she reached up and pulled my new ruby pendant from my hair

  and centered it back on its chain between my breasts.

  “So.” Camila’s finger began tracing the edge of my nipple. It

  felt pretty close to awesome. “I have good news and I have bad

  news, which might also be good news depending on how you look

  at it. Which would you like first?”

  “Um, the bad news.” I looked at her lips, hoping she would kiss

  me again soon.

  “I haven’t gotten off in the way I like to in a few days. That’s a

  long time for me, so we might be here a while.”

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  Watching her mouth move while she was pressed against my

  crotch was a little too much. I looked up to her eyes. Possibly a

  dumber idea. “What’s the bad news?”

  “You’re so cute.” She huffed a short laugh. This time the

  flirtatious comment was just that. If my cuteness kept her between

  my legs, then cute it was.

  “What’s the good news?”

  “It would be better if I showed you.”

  “Okay.” My voice came out just above a whisper. This part

  should be easier. She’d already fingered me, kissed me, gnawed on

  my neck a little. Having sex with Camila was just a matter of taking

  things a step further. I could do it. Piece of cake.

  My eyes stung for a moment as I swallowed. Again.

  “Don’t be nervous, Red,” Camila said. She lightly brushed my

  hair away from my forehead. That worked. I closed my eyes and let

  out a deep breath. When I opened my eyes she was smiling down at

  me. I bit my lip and almost managed not to grin back.

  “Come here,” she said. I lifted my head and met her halfway

  as she kissed me once more, slowly brushing her lips back and forth

  across my mouth.

  “Just move with me.”

  And that’s what I did.

  Camila braced her hands on either side of my shoulders then

  shifted herself up and over until our legs were intertwined, her wet,

  bare slit pressed against mine. She was so wet. Slippery and hot. It

  felt so good I almost didn’t want her to move. The pressure on my
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br />   clit was perfect. Or so I thought until she started rocking her hips.

  My hands flew to her waist and I held on. I had no idea what I’d

  been missing, just how good it would feel to have someone between

  my legs, someone like Camila.

  Her mouth was on mine a second later, swallowing my moans

  and cries while we thrust against each other. She wasn’t gentle, but

  I liked it. She dipped her tongue into my mouth over and over. I

  caught it when I could, sucked on its soft sweetness, and when that

  wasn’t enough, she used her teeth, matched the push and retreat of

  her hips with light nips of her fangs along my bottom lip.

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  Heat flashed through my whole body as we continued to move

  together. This was so much better than rubbing myself in the privacy

  of my dorm, so much better than I thought it would be with anyone

  else. I moved my hips faster against her body, but kept my hands

  where they were on her sides. I wanted to touch her all over. I

  wanted grab and pinch her breasts and her perfectly round ass, but

  I was so close to coming and suddenly doubting any acute motor

  skills I’d acquired in the last eighteen years, doing what she’d said,

  moving along with the thrusting motion of her body seemed like the

  best thing to do. We could come and then later, much later, when I

  had some clue what I was doing, I would get fancy with my hands.

  Without warning, Camila broke from our kiss and threw her

  head back. Her fangs were all the way out, long and shining in the

  dim light as she purred my name.

  “Ah. Ah,” I panted desperately in response. My clit twitched

  sharply against her, overcome by the sensations my own pussy lips

  and her warm body had to offer. My eyes squeezed shut as I was

  blinded for a moment and then I came all over her leg.

  Camila was right behind me. She ground down even harder

  against my thigh, and then I felt the wet rush of her orgasm.

  “Fuck! Me!” Her scream echoed off the high, black ceiling.

  The sound sent my body off, shuddering with one last aftershock as

  her rocking motions slowed then stopped completely. I stared up at

  her, trying to catch my breath.

  With a loud exhale, she rolled off me, licking her lips and fangs.

  We lay there together for a few moments, both of us panting, me

  a little more so because she hadn’t stopped touching me. Her fingers

  swept the now damp hair off the nape of my neck then she brushed

  across my collarbone. I looked back at her, gazing at her smooth,

  golden skin and her beautifully hard nipples. I couldn’t stop staring.

  “What is it, Red?” she asked.

  “I was just wondering…” She sounded genuinely interested in

  what was on my mind, but I couldn’t finish the thought. It was too

  ridiculous.

  “Don’t make me bite you again.” Some threat, but I knew she

  was serious.

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  “I was just thinking…you’re not human, right?”

  “Not anymore, that’s correct.”

  “Well, it’s just interesting. I think I was expecting you to do

  something differently when you came.” I mean, the way she purred

  my name was a little different, and I didn’t sprout razor-sharp teeth

  at the heights of ecstasy, but I mean…

  “You have to remember, Red, I’m still a woman. Same parts.”

  “I know.” I scowled back at her.

  She jumped up to her knees and grabbed me by my legs.

  I squealed as she threw my calves over her shoulders. “What

  are you doing?” She paused before our pussies made contact. I knew

  exactly what she was doing, I just didn’t know why.

  “Are you tired?”

  “No.” I wasn’t tired at all. That first orgasm had barely taken

  the edge off. I could definitely stand to come a few more times,

  especially with her.

  “Well.” She nicked my ankle with her teeth then slowly

  licked my calf before she went on. I whimpered pathetically and

  let my eyes roll back in my head. They stayed there as she rolled

  her hips and drew her pussy down the length of my spread slit. I

  made a strangled noise, something between a moan, a scream, and

  a gargle.

  “We can do more of this.” She kept up the motions, back and

  forth, rocking against me. Her clit brushed against mine. “Or I can

  tuck you in and you can go to sleep.”

  “No.” My head flopped from side to side on the pillow. “More

  of this,” I said. “Definitely more of this.”

  ❖

  When I woke up again, it was actually morning and Camila was

  in bed with me. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I stretched

  between the sheets. My body was sore in all the best places. My

  inner thighs had been held open to make room for Camila’s strong

  hips and her soft, wet pussy. My shoulders ached from having my

  hands pinned above my head when she decided to take me again.

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  But my neck felt amazing, even though she had bitten me again and

  then one more time before we were completely spent.

  I felt the warmth of her chest against my back. Her soft

  fingertips gently caressed my hair and my cheek. I rolled into her

  embrace, looking into her eyes.

  “Hey.”

  “Hello.” Camila leaned forward and kissed me. Her soft tongue

  gently moved past my lips. She slowly pulled her tongue out, then

  pushed it back in, and my pussy soaked for her all over again. I was

  still half asleep, my eyes and my head still clouded with memories

  of the night, but that only seemed to make the kiss better.

  I’d slept like the dead, that deep, dreamless sleep where you’re

  surprised you didn’t drool all over yourself when you finally lifted

  your head off the pillow. I might as well have been in a coma. Those

  few hours of unconsciousness hadn’t been enough to make me

  forget just how talented Camila was with her hands and her mouth.

  I had no idea if I was a good kisser or not. Todd had burst in

  on my one and only kiss. My neighbor, Kristen had left for soccer

  training at UVA before I got a chance to ask her for an honest

  assessment. Camila could have been faking it, letting me feel like

  she enjoyed kissing me as much as I enjoyed kissing her, but I didn’t

  get that feeling at all. Camila made me feel like I was a freaking

  expert. As the night went on, I loved the way she moaned when our

  tongues slowly touched. It took a few tries, but eventually I figured

  out that licking her fangs was a surefire way to make her growl. And

  she really growled, this deep, rumbling noise like a tiger, a sound

  that made me shiver.

  So at least I had the kissing thing down. I wasn’t sure about

  everything else. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come the night

  before, but I did know that Camila had done all the work and I had

  a lot to learn. Hopefully, she would teach me.

  She pulled away slowly, but continued to lay soft kisses across

  my cheeks. Then on the tip of my nose.

 
“Are you still angry with me for bringing you here?” Her voice

  was low but clear. Vampires probably never woke up groggy. She

  kissed me right below my ear.

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  “I’ll let you know when I see the inside of my dorm room

  again,” I replied. Finding my voice wasn’t much of a distraction

  from her hand slipping between my legs.

  “That sounds fair. I’m glad you’re awake.”

  “Really? Why?” I moaned.

  “Cleo is going to barge in here any moment to wake you for

  breakfast.” Her middle finger parted my slit.

  “You’re the queen. Can’t you tell her to go away?” I gasped as

  she moved up and down. This was no way to carry on a conversation.

  “I’d love to keep you in my bed all day long, but maybe I

  should let you see the outdoors. It’s better to keep a willing captive.”

  I’d planned on spending my whole day in the library. I had

  an English paper to start, a stats test to study for, notes to organize

  for my dance and culture class—my favorite and the most pointless

  prereq for my major—and I had to meet with my lab partner, Greg.

  I knew she was safe, but I needed to talk to Amy. When Camila slid

  her fingers back inside me, I figured all that could wait.

  “Was it so bad?” She was talking about more than just my

  initiation.

  “No,” I whimpered.

  “I’m glad I could change your mind.” She pulled her fingers

  from between the sheets, and my eyes snapped wide as she licked

  them clean. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

  Camila slid out of bed. If her back hadn’t been to me, she

  would have seen my tortured looks as she pulled her clothes back

  on. She walked over to the door and opened it for Cleo and Paige.

  They hadn’t knocked.

  “Hi,” Cleo said, smiling bashfully at Camila.

  “Hi,” she replied.

  “We came for Ginger.” I’d only known her a few days, but I’d

  never seen Cleo acting this sweet.

  Camila turned toward me and licked her lips before she said

  my name. My cheeks and my neck were instantly hot. “Ginger, you

  have some visitors.”

  “Outta bed, maggot.” And like that, the Cleo I knew and loved

  was back. “We got a full day ahead of us. Breakfast is at oh-nine

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  hundred sharp. You will be on time or you will not eat and you will