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  She shivered and groaned as he smeared her own arousal over her anus and then dipped back inside her to gather more. He slathered it over her puckered hole and then stuck his thumb into her hot sheath. Anticipation stole her breath. She hadn’t done this sort of thing with a man before and she hoped that Callum would be gentle with her. He met her gaze and clearly saw her nerves because he smiled warmly at her.

  He pulled his thumb free of her, took hold of his cock with his left hand, and brought the crown of it to her warm core.

  Kristina groaned in perfect timing with Callum as he entered her, drawing out the experience. She stared at his cock, watching it sliding in and filling her. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She kept her gaze glued to the point where their bodies joined as Callum withdrew almost all of his cock and then slowly entered her again. She moaned. That was his beautiful cock filling her, sending ripples of pleasure through her with each long stroke. She couldn’t quite get over the sight. He built the pace between them and she still stared, feeling him plunge into her core as well as see it, alternating between watching the pleasure crossing his face and his cock. He met her gaze as she glanced up at his face in the mirror and groaned, pumping her harder. The thought that he was watching them too, that they were both watching how their bodies fit together, sent her arousal soaring. He ran his right hand over her bottom and she was so absorbed in watching his cock pumping into her, his buttocks tensing with each hard thrust, that she didn’t notice what he was doing. At first, she thought it was just the shift in position he made that caused the startling tingles that shot through her, but then she felt something push deeper.

  Kristina gasped and her gaze shot to her bottom.

  Callum pressed his thumb to her anus and edged it inside. She couldn’t tell how much. The feel of it in combination with the feel of his cock plunging into her was too much pleasure for her to handle. She moaned, writhed, tried to keep her eyes open and fixed on what he was doing, knowing her orgasm would be the most incredible experience if she did. Callum withdrew his length and thrust into her again, his thick shaft disappearing into her body, and she screamed out her climax.

  Everything went hazy for a few seconds, Callum’s thrusts not slowing, his left hand holding her fast as he pumped into her, and then came back.

  Callum eased his thumb out and then in a little deeper, the pace of his movements different to his wild thrusts. She moaned and her knees trembled, threatening to give out.

  “Take me to the bed,” she whispered and he did.

  He pulled out of her, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. She sighed as he laid her down on it and rolled onto her front, raising her bottom so he could continue with what he had been doing. She didn’t want him to stop. Not when it felt so good and he hadn’t found release yet.

  Callum rubbed her bottom.

  “Kristina,” he whispered and she looked over her shoulder at him. The dark hunger in his eyes told her what he wanted and she nodded, wanting to experience it too.

  He positioned her on her front and then went to the bedside table. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant and the bullet vibrator he had bought during his outing and came back to her. She relaxed into the bed, sated from her orgasm, ready to melt. The lubricant was cold on her bottom but soon warmed as Callum rubbed her, teasing her with shallow presses of his fingers inside her. He pushed his fingers back into her hot core, reigniting her desire, sending her heart fluttering. She writhed and moaned, desire taking control of her again, making her seek another release.

  Kristina looked over her shoulder when he withdrew his fingers and she groaned as he slathered every inch of his cock with the lubricant. He moved over her, raised her bottom off the bed, and opened her with one hand while positioning himself with his other. She bit her lip at the first nudge of the blunt head of his cock against her anus. His gaze met hers and he pressed a little deeper. She sank her teeth into her lower lip. It stung as he nudged further in and he stilled. It felt as though he was tearing her apart.

  He lowered his other hand to her clit and teased it.

  “Relax,” he whispered and swirled his fingers around her, distracting her from the tight pain.

  “Does it always hurt?”

  He smiled. “I don’t know. I’ve never done it before.”

  Kristina’s eyebrows rose. A first for both of them.

  He squeezed more lubricant onto his cock and her, and eased a little deeper inside. The pain started to fade but it still stung. The feel of his fingers pinching and teasing her clit kept her mind off it though. Callum grunted and she moaned when he withdrew a few inches and then plunged deeper. God. His fingers danced over her, keeping her balanced on the edge, and he pressed harder into her. She moaned hoarsely at the same time as him, feeling the rest of his cock slide into her anus. The pain subsided as he slowly moved out of her and then back in, his fingers shifting to her core. He plunged the small vibrator into her, the dual penetration sending a shiver through her, and she groaned into the pillow.

  Each slow stroke of his cock into her backside tore an animalistic grunt from Callum and sent her quivering. His pace built gently, a little quicker and harder with each stroke, his tempo still discordant with his thrusts of the vibrator into her warm sheath. She moaned and clutched the bedclothes, clinging to them, head reeling with pleasure and how surprisingly good it felt to have his cock penetrating her anus, stretching her body.

  Callum released the vibrator, leaving it buzzing inside her sheath, and his fingers moved to her clit again and he rubbed it. It was too much for her. Kristina came undone, violent trembles racking her and his name falling hoarsely from her lips. He thrust deeper into her, hips pumping faster as her body relaxed beneath him, and then cried close to her ear as he climaxed, flooding her with his cool seed. His cock pulsed as he settled against her back, still buried deep in her body and the vibrator still buzzing, sending hot shivers of desire pulsing outwards from her core.

  She turned her face towards him and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He licked a spot on the back of her shoulder and she shivered, ached for him to go through with what he wanted to do. He glanced at her, paused, and then sank his fangs into her shoulder.

  Kristina cried out, body bucking against his, and climaxed again. Burning waves crashed through her and Callum groaned behind her, his teeth buried as deep in her flesh as his cock was. She moaned and writhed, drugged by the feel of him taking her blood into him, by how it felt to be so possessed by him. She wanted to possess him too.

  She groped around, painfully twisting her arm to reach his. She grabbed his wrist, pulled it to her, and sank her fangs into his forearm, biting hard into his soft flesh. His blood burst onto her tongue, strong and intoxicating, and he grunted against her back and thrust into her. The feel of his cock pulsing again, his seed flowing into her, and his slowing pulls on her blood, as well as the encroaching fuzzy darkness at the edge of her vision, warned what was coming.

  She managed only a single mouthful of blood before the darkness claimed her.

  When Kristina came around, Callum was lying next to her on the bed, naked and spent, his soft cock resting against her hip. He was awake.

  “We really should stop biting during sex,” he said with a lazy sated smile. “How are you feeling?”

  “Incredible.” She stretched, noting that she was under the covers now and that the vibrator stood beside her on the table, and that she was clean again. Callum must have taken care of her. She sank into the soft bed, feeling as though she had slept for days. “How long was I out?”

  “It’s gone nine. Only an hour.” He ran a hand over her shoulder and she shivered when his fingers brushed the bite mark there. “You taste divine.”

  “Mmm, you too. Better than anything I’ve had the pleasure of drinking before.” She rolled onto her side, leaned over and lightly swept her lips over his.

  He moaned and pushed her backwards. “You’re giving him the wrong impression.”r />
  She glanced down at his cock. It was already semi-hard. She stroked it, teasing him and enjoying the way he growled and frowned at her. He took her hand away from his penis and slapped it.

  “Why not?” Kristina pouted.

  He smiled, charming and handsome, his green eyes bright with it. “Because I want to take you out to dinner.”

  “Really?” Kristina stared at him. Like a real date? “What are you going to do during this date? Just sit there and watch me?”

  “And kiss you,” he said with a wider smile. “Bathe and dress.”

  Kristina nodded, went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. It was only when she was stepping out of it that she remembered she only had one set of clothes with her. She wrapped the towel around herself and walked back into the bedroom. Callum was still lounging on the bed in all his naked glory. It was hard to muster the desire to go out when he looked so temptingly tasty.

  “I have nothing to wear to a restaurant,” she said and he frowned across the room at her.

  “I can order you something.”

  From the hotel? Kristina didn’t like the sound of that. He ordered everything for her and she was beginning to feel like a kept woman, not the independent one she had decided to be. She shook her head and he sat up.

  “How about I get dressed, go back to my hotel, and pick up my things. I have the perfect dress for that ridiculously expensive restaurant I expect you have in mind.”

  He grinned as though amused that she could see straight through him too and then a strange fire lit his eyes and he held his hand out to her. She went to him, slipped her hand into his, and let him lead her onto the bed. He kissed her, his hands firm against her sides, and was still smiling when he drew back.

  “All your things?” he said, his smile holding.

  Kristina realised what he meant and that it made him happy. He wanted her to come and stay with him, and wanted her to go with him when he had to leave. She wanted that too. She nodded. “Every last thing.”

  He kissed her again, a brief hard press of his lips, and then patted her backside. “Hurry.”

  She slipped off the bed, dressed quickly, and tied her mac around her waist. “Wait for me.”

  Callum walked with her to the door and kissed her again, slower this time, a soft one that warmed her right down to the marrow of her bones.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered against her lips and stroked her cheek before kissing her again.

  Kristina smiled and backed off, giggling as she did so. If she didn’t go now, she would never make it back before the restaurants closed.

  She almost made it out of the door before she came back and kissed him again, reluctant to leave his side. He laughed and she clenched her fists.

  “I’m really going this time.” She pecked his cheek and headed out, resisting the temptation to look back as she walked down the corridor and see if he was watching her.

  She made it down to the lobby and out onto the pavement. The doorman there hailed a taxi for her and she stepped into it.

  A man got in the other door.

  “This cab’s taken,” she said and then frowned when her senses blared in warning.

  She looked across at the dark haired man, unable to make his face out in the shadows. Vampire. He smiled at her, flashing fangs, and slapped a hand down on her thigh so hard it stung.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to leave that place all week,” he said in a strange foreign accented voice and her vision wavered, sound swimming in her ears. She looked down at the hand on her thigh and blinked.

  A silver tube with feathers protruded from her leg. A dart.

  “What the?” she said and collapsed against the man. The last thing she made out before she slipped into unconsciousness was a single word.

  “Aéroport.”

  Chapter 8

  It was Antoine’s order to return to Vampirerotique in time for the special performance that had finally forced Callum to leave Paris. He had waited for Kristina to return from gathering her things. Hours had passed before he realised that she wasn’t coming back and had gone out in search of her. He didn’t know where her hotel was so he had gone to the club where they had first made love. The three male werewolves had been there, and none of them had been pleased to see him.

  At first, he had suspected that they had waylaid her, but they had soon proven that theory false. A brief fight with them had convinced them that he meant business and it would be best to answer his questions if they wanted to live to see another night. When they had, their scents and heartbeats had remained calm. They hadn’t been the ones to take her. He had faltered then, his faith shaken and heart aching, briefly convinced that she had finally run away from him.

  He had cursed himself then. He should have gone with her, should have escorted her to her hotel, waited for her to change and get her things, and then dropped them back at his hotel before heading out for dinner. It had been foolish of him to let her go alone.

  The largest male werewolf had mentioned her pack and Callum had remembered that she was on the run from her family. Could they have found her? It had only taken another brief tussle to convince the werewolf to supply the names of the hotels in Paris that his species frequented, driven by their pack instinct to remain together even when they were different families.

  Callum had checked them all and had success at one of them. She had been staying there. In fact, her clothes had still been there and the manager had been fairly irritated that she had apparently disappeared before paying. He had paid for her room and taken her belongings with him. On each of the next four nights, he had taken a deep breath of her scent that lingered on her clothes and gone out in search of her.

  If she had run, she would have taken her belongings. Someone had snatched her.

  It had to be her pack.

  The werewolves in Paris had grown tired and snappish, annoyed by the questions he fired whenever he came across one. He had built quite the reputation for himself as an irritating take-no-shit vampire by the time Antoine had called him and commanded him to return to London. Antoine had refused to listen to reason. His order was final.

  Callum’s flight had landed at the City Airport just forty minutes ago. The limousine had already pulled up outside the warmly lit columned façade of the old theatre building but he had yet to find the strength to leave it. It felt as though he would leave all hope of finding her behind when he did.

  No. There was always hope. If her pack had taken her, then he would go to every werewolf family in Britain in search of her. He would find her and take her back. She was his now.

  She was his everything.

  These past few nights without her had been a test of his strength. He had relentlessly searched for her, driven by his need to find her and protect her, to have her back in his arms. Each night that had passed had worn him down a little more, stealing a fraction of his hope and his strength. He felt close to collapse now, lost and adrift, unable to function while Kristina was out there somewhere, probably scared and waiting for him to come for her. He had to find her.

  As soon as he had spoken to Antoine, he would take the limousine and head out again. He would start tonight, not losing a second in his search for her. He wouldn’t relent until he had found her and she was safe in his arms again.

  His Kristina.

  “Wait for me here,” he said and stepped out of the black car. The pavement outside the theatre was quiet. He left his belongings in the car and went through the glass doors and into the gold and red foyer. It was empty too.

  The hour was growing late. The performance would already be underway.

  Callum took the side door that led backstage and walked down the darkly painted corridor that ran the length of the theatre. He wasn’t in the mood to make an appearance in the stalls of the theatre and Antoine always lingered near the doors that opened onto the gangway between the front row of seats and the stage.

  Callum reached the large black-walled double-heigh
t area where steps led upstairs and another corridor led backstage. He pushed open the double doors and spotted Antoine nearby, his pale blue eyes fixed on the stage.

  The aristocrat vampire glanced at him, frowned and then walked over to him. Callum stepped into the theatre and eased the doors closed behind him. Antoine raked long fingers through the lengths of his dark hair and his frown hardened. Callum ignored the erotic sounds coming from the stage and looked at the audience. It wasn’t a full house. That in itself was unusual.

  What made Callum pause was the sight of thick steel bars edging the stage, turning it into a huge cage. What sort of performance was Antoine putting on tonight in front of this select crowd? It was all aristocrats in the seats. Normally the stalls were full of the elite and the aristocrats remained aloft in their boxes.

  “What’s going on?” Callum looked back at Antoine.

  “I could ask you the same thing,” the aristocrat snapped and his look darkened. “Where the Devil have you been? You have been gone twice as long as you should have and haven’t contacted me in more than a week. Do I not have enough to worry about without you adding to it?”

  Callum mumbled his apology.

  Antoine huffed and looked back at the stage. “It is a special performance. Lord and Lady Hallebrand requested it for their youngest son’s birthday. I do not know much else about it besides that. They requested we provide the theatre and the performers. That was all. It turns out they decided to provide some performers of their own too... and when you failed to report in and provide further werewolves for auditions, they set about sourcing some themselves so the performance could go ahead.”

  Callum frowned at the stage and the two couples fornicating on the other side. It didn’t look much different to the normal show they put on each week.

  There were long chains and shackles bolted to the floor though, and one of the men was using them on his woman, bending her forwards with her ankles and wrists securely fastened so she couldn’t move as he fucked her from behind. The position sent flashes of his moment with Kristina in the bathroom across his eyes and he drew in a deep breath.