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Hours later, Caleb still sat at the table waiting
for her. She'd delivered them drinks all night
without so much as another word. She seemed
afraid of him as she ran around the room avoiding
eye contact. He watched the band setting up
on stage, and wondered if he should head home.
He could try again tomorrow. Then he saw her
walk on stage. She'd let her hair down, and
the fall of straight black silk fell nearly
to her waist. She still wore the same skintight
jeans that molded long, lean legs, the jeans
he imagined peeling from her body as she writhed
and begged for him to hurry up.
His cock lengthened, pressing tight against
his zipper as images of her naked body spread
out before him entered his mind. His fangs descended
at the thought of piercing into her creamy thigh
and taking her essence into his body.
"Hey, Caleb buddy, you're about to see
what really brings us out to this dive night
after night." Caleb fought the urges rushing
through him as he focused on his friends again.
"Abby is one hell of a singer."
Caleb looked back to the stage as Abby stepped
up to the microphone. When the band started
a slow melody, the crowd fell silent, waiting,
every eye on the enchanting woman about to sing
to them.
She swept her eyes around the room, briefly
connecting with him before her eyes slid shut
and the first line of lyrics slipped from her
ruby lips. "I'm not sure about this. I'm
not sure about anything anymore. I fight to
look inside."
The dark voice from the small, beautiful woman
whipped through him, heating his blood and flooding
his mind with lustful images. Images of their
two bodies intertwined across blood red silk
sheets. His fingers wrapped in her long hair,
pulling her head back, exposing her pulse at
the base of her pale throat. Her arms wrapped
around his back, urging him forward. Those haunting
amethyst eyes imploring him to take her as his
hips surged forward, burying his cock to the
hilt.
Shaking his head, he forced the all-too-real
images from his mind.
"Who are you and who am I?" Her velvety
voice reached for him as her eyes opened, releasing
a small tear. Caleb watched the tiny drop track
down her cheek. He fought the urge to run to
the stage and drag her away. The compelling
need to claim her came from deep within his
soul.
Mine. All mine. The thought shocked him with
a certainty he didn't understand.
Caleb managed to force his gaze away from the
stage to look around the room at all the people
sitting enraptured as Abby crooned to them.
“If I awaken it’ll be to my sin.”
Her voice called to every person in the room.
Luring them to her. She had a rare gift indeed.
As a vampire, he should be able to resist a
mortal call. Why her? What made her different
from all the many others? Why now? He tried
to hold onto those questions like a lifeline
but found it impossible to resist her. He turned
back to face the woman of his desires, only
to find her staring straight at him, focused
and sure.
