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If she didn’t have her hand wrapped around the hard, heavy length of his erection, Tabby might wonder if she was taking things too far. If she was being too pushy.

He could say no anytime he wanted to.

Adam was an adult. So was she.

And Tabby would never forgive herself if she left Grayson before she gave in to her attraction to this Nightwalker.

Besides, he brought the condoms. You don’t bring condoms to an obvious hook-up unless you’re down for sex. Like she told him before, that was all the answer she needed.

She used her fingertips to gently stroke his cock. My body is yours… if that’s how he honestly felt, she was going to take it.

“Come with me,” she murmured, slowly drawing her hand away from him. To her delight, his whole body jerked, his hips thrusting in her direction as if his abandoned dick was eager to have her stroking it again.

Without looking behind her, Tabby strolled slowly to her bedroom. She didn’t have to look. She knew without a doubt that, as if he was a puppy on a lead, he’d follow her wherever she went.

She paused when she crossed the threshold, turning into Adam. Like she thought, he was right on her ass. His hands shot out, clasping her around her middle, squatting enough so that he could immediately begin grinding the bulge in his jeans against her aching pussy.

Oh, yeah.

They were so doing this.

Almost reluctantly, Tabby pulled away from Adam. She booped him on the nose with her pointer finger, grinning in delight when he threw his head back and swallowed his groan. She could see his fangs protruding past his bottom lip, longer than they’d been anytime except for when he bit her.

Holy Jesus, would he bite her tonight?

And why did just thinking that have her growing even wetter?

She swallowed, trying to control her near irresistible urge to just throw herself into his arms and demand he impale her. Fangs. Dick. She wasn’t picky.

So long as it was her Nightwalker.

The reminder slammed into her. Nightwalker… and it was nearly dawn.

“Stay here,” she murmured.

As if he was going anywhere else.

The shades covering the bedroom window were already drawn. With a rough jerk, Tabby pulled the curtains tightly closed. She grabbed the comforter, looping it over the curtain rod.

The whole room was dark to begin with. Thanks to her set-up, it prevented any sunlight from peeking in as soon as dawn broke. Dashing back to the door, she closed it three-quarters of the way, blocking any of the sunlight from the living room while still leaving just enough illumination that she could see.

Perfect. Now they could take all the time they wanted. Adam didn’t have to worry about the sun, and Tabby…

With as little light in the room as there was now, there was something she’d been dying to do again.

She hurried back to Adam, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the bed. With a gentle push, she had him seated on her side. His claws bit into her sheets, his back ramrod-straight as he waited for her to give him some sign that he could touch her back.

Not yet.

He was following her lead. Until she managed to snap the last of his iron-clad control, Tabby was going to take total advantage of that.

She climbed into the bed, plopping next to him. Adam turned toward her. Her hand trembling from a combination of lust and anticipation as she reached out, sliding the sunglasses from his nose.

He let her, though the way he tensed up again told Tabby that it took a lot of self control to keep Adam from snatching his shades back.

Folding them and quickly dropping them on the nightstand before he could ask for them back, she said, “I want to do this. Totally on board. But… I want to look in your eyes. I want to see them and know what you’re thinking… can I do that?”

His jaw was tight, his teeth clenched together. He jerked his head.

A nod.

Good.

He lowered his gaze, not quite looking at her. Tabby bent her knees, following his eyes as they darted away. She wanted him to be able to see her expression, too, when she told him what she thought.

“Don’t hide from me, Adam. They’re beautiful,” she breathed out.

“I liked them better when I was a human,” he whispered.

She wasn’t surprised to hear that. Adam made it perfectly clear from the beginning of… this that he never wanted to be a Para. That all he wanted—apart from eliminating the Nightwalker who changed him—was to be human again. So of course he would hate the beautiful silver eyes.

She never knew him when he wasn’t a Nightwalker. She tried to imagine him as anything other than what he was now and failed. The blond hair would’ve been the same, she figured his complexion would’ve been much darker than the pale, alabaster skin he had now, but she couldn’t guess what color his eyes would’ve been.

Blue?

Green?

Hazel?

Or eyes of chocolate like hers?

She had to ask. “What color were they?”

“Brown, but that’s not why I liked them. My mom… she had the same color eyes as me.”

Tabby swallowed her gasp of surprise. He’d mentioned his mother before. During the two-hour trip to Woodbridge, then the hours they spent in the basement before they could leave again, they’d done nothing but talk. So of course he brought her up. Always quickly, though, always a mere mention. She was aware that, like her, Adam’s parents were gone. And while Tabby never brought up hers, and the subject of Adam’s dad never came up… he obviously adored his mother.

And knowing that about her Nightwalker made her adore him even more.

Tabby rose up on her knees, leaning in until her chin brushed the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes just as she pressed her lips to one eyelid, then the next, before kissing him in the corner of his mouth.

Cheek to cheek, his eyes fluttered open.

She put enough space between them to look him dead in his eyes. “The silver is still beautiful.” When he started to argue, she lifted her pointing finger, lining it up against his lips. “These eyes are still beautiful because they’re yours.”

Adam blinked a few times in rapid succession. When he was done, he kept his eyes as wide as he dared with the small amount of light Tabby needed to be able to see him.

She saw affection there. She saw need.

She saw desperation.

Finally.

With an excited giggle, Tabby scooted back before grabbing the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head. She’d been sleeping when Adam showed up so, thank goodness, no bra to worry about. All that was left were her sleep shorts and her panties and, whoops, there they went.

“God, Tab. You’re the one who’s fucking beautiful.”

His tone reverential, Adam was staring at her, gaze seemingly transfixed on her chest. She gave her shoulders a little wiggle, enticing him with the way she made her tits shake.

Her laugh bubbled out of her. “You like?”

He licked his lips. “Very much.”

“You know, you can touch me, too.”

It was like he’d been waiting for permission. As soon as she said that, Adam’s hand shot out, as if he had every intention of grabbing her tit by the palmful. Just when she could sense the tease of his chilly hand against her overheated skin, he froze, then hurriedly pulled his hand back, the top knuckles curving in to hide his claws.

Oh, no. Nope.

Uh-uh.

Tabby lashed her hand out, knowing without understanding quite why she was so sure that he’d find a way to keep his pointed claws from scratching her. She was right. As she slipped her fingers under his, pressing the tips of her fingers to the tips of his claws, Adam went motionless.

“Just like your eyes, champ. These are a part of you.” With her other hand, Tabby laid her fingers over three of Adam’s, stroking the digit until she caressed the entire length of it, including the claw. “Don’t hide them from me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” It was a gruff confession.

“You won’t. I trust you, Adam. You’re only going to make me feel good.”

His stocky body shuddered, though he was still so careful not to press down with his claws. “That’s all I want to do.”

She patted the top of his hand. “Then get naked.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice.

Adam tore off his shirt, throwing it to the floor while Tabby clapped. His boots were next. She let out a small yip when Adam yanked off his jeans, trying to rev him on, let him know that she was as into this as he was.

Hey. It was the least she could do.

While he tugged off his boxers, Tabby eagerly grabbed for the box of condoms. She was glad he’d thought ahead; it didn’t matter that Adam was a paranormal, Tabby always insisted on safe sex. However, as soon as she had pulled out one of the small silver foil packets, Adam gently folded her hand into a fist.

She raised her eyebrows at him. “I hope you know you’re going to be wearing this.”

“I know. It can wait.” His voice lowered, though maybe it was the way he was forced to speak around his fangs that had him sounding so deliciously dangerous. “Foreplay first.”

“No offense, champ, but even though I’m small, I’m sure I can take you right now. I’ve never had a problem before—”

He growled. His silver eyes seemed to flash in the shadows of the dark apartment.

“When you’re with me, no one else exists. Anyone in your past… in my past… they disappear. We’re the only two in this bed. You want me to take off my glasses. I don’t want to hear about any other lover. Fair, Tabby?”

A lust-fueled shiver tore down her spine. Her nipples hardened into points. She hadn’t said that because she wanted to make him jealous or anything—her careless comment was supposed to assure him that they could get straight to the best part—but Tabby would be lying if she said that his sudden jealous and possessive nature didn’t turn her dial all the way up to eleven.

“Fair.”

His handsome face softened, almost as if he’d been expecting her to argue and only allowed himself to fall back into the moment when she made it clear that she wasn’t going to.

“Then spread your legs. I won’t take any of your blood,” he promised, and whoa was that a disappointment, until he added, “but, fuck, I need a taste.”

Yes, please.

Falling back against the pillows, she opened her legs wide, giving him full access to her pussy. Hey. Like she said, it was only fair. He said his body was hers? For tonight, Tabby belonged to Adam.

He curled his claws in, using his knuckles to nudge her to spread her legs even wider. The stretch burned so hot against his cool skin. She was already so aroused, just feeling his touch on her skin had her ready to go off.

And that’s when he made room between her legs for his wide shoulders.

He nuzzled her wet pussy with his nose, his cheek, his firmly closed lips. On the one hand, she was glad that he was keeping his fangs away from her delicate parts. On the other? If there wasn’t some tongue action starting soon, she’d be better off flipping him on his back and playing with his dick again if he insisted on foreplay.

The second that thought crossed her mind, Adam opened his mouth, carefully maneuvering his fangs as he slowly slid his tongue up her slit.

She lifted her hips, angling her pussy so that he wouldn’t forget about her clit. Without that, the oral felt good. She needed more stimulation, though, if she wanted to get off.

To her relief, he got the hint.

After a few more swipes with his tongue, as if he was getting used to tasting her without using his fangs, he increased the pressure of his licks. She felt her climax building with every one, wiggling closer and closer to his mouth whenever he touched her demanding clit, until he finally sucked the entire bundle of nerves into his mouth.

Tabby went off like a rocket. Her legs trembling as pleasure washed over her, she let go of the mattress with one hand, clutching the back of Adam’s head, yanking on the blond strands of hair as she shoved his face against her.

It was fine. Adam was a Nightwalker. Technically, he didn’t have to breathe.

And he sure as hell didn't seem to mind, either.

As she came down from her orgasm, she realized that she still had the packet clenched tightly in her other fist. She could tell from the hungry yet proud smile on his face a second before he lowered his chin to lap at her again that, if she let him, he’d stay between her legs all night.

And while that had a certain ring to it, she’d gotten more than a few eyefuls of his bobbing dick as he got into position.

She needed that inside of her now.

Tabby thrust out her hand. “Condom,” she panted. “Now.”

Rising up on his knees, Adam took it from her. He used his fang to tear the packet open, letting the rubber drop into his palm. However, before he started to roll it on, he raised his free hand, scowling at his claws.

Nope. She wasn’t about to let those suckers get in the way again.

“I got it.” Tabby snatched the condom from his palm. “That okay?”

He couldn’t even answer her. He just nodded, closing those gorgeous silver eyes of his as soon as she scooted toward him, boldly grabbing his cock by the base. She squeezed him, wanting him to stay in the moment, then quickly placed the condom to the tip. She expertly rolled it down his length before throwing herself on her back again.

Up close, his cock defied her expectations. It was like Adam himself. Just the right length, but thicker in the middle than she was used to. God, this was going to feel amazing.

Once he was wrapped up, Adam didn’t hesitate. With her taste still on his lips, he kissed her quickly, sharing that with her. Tabby didn’t mind bringing teeth into it. She nibbled on his bottom lip, tugging on it as he moved his body into position.

She could feel his cock nudging at her entrance. She was so wet, so slick, it probed her pussy then slid away, the head bobbing against her sensitive clit. And while that felt even better than she guessed, she couldn’t wait a second longer to have that glorious dick inside of her.

Knowing that Adam would be hesitant to use his claws, Tabby reached between their bodies. She took his hard length in her hand, positioning it right where she wanted it, then said, in a teasing mimic from earlier, “Come on in.”

And Adam did.

They both moaned in unison as his first thrust hit home. Tabby was right. His girth was fucking impressive, and it stretched her to capacity. She didn’t think she’d ever felt so full before.

Until he began to move.

So worried about his Para strength, Adam went gentle at first. As if Tabby wanted gentle. Lifting her legs up, wrapping them around his middle, she nudged him with her heel, spurring him on.

He got the hint. He picked up the pace, thrusting hard, his hips pistoning as he slammed into her again and again. Tabby felt her whole body move with him. She grabbed onto her sheets, clutching the mattress, as she held on for the ride of her life.

Above her, Adam chanted her name softly, TabbyTabbyTabby, repeating it every time he pulled out and entered her again. He was still too unsure of himself to reach between them and show love to her clit so while Tabby loved the way he powered over her, something was missing. As Adam’s pace grew more frantic, his silver eyes sparking whenever he remembered she wanted to see him as they fucked, she could tell that he was closing in on his orgasm.

She wanted to come with him. And then, as if he’d already boned the brain right out of her, she realized exactly what was missing.

Before this moment, she would’ve sworn that she would never, ever consider offering her throat to a Nightwalker. But she also hadn’t forgotten just how amazing it had felt the one and only time Adam sank his fangs into her neck and pulled on her vein.

She wanted to feel that again.

“Mm… Adam?”

His only reply was a grunt, but he did meet her gaze.

Tabby tilted her head.

“Thirsty, champ?”

Adam went still above her. Tabby had just about two seconds to wonder if she made a giant mistake before he opened his mouth wide, baring a set of wicked fangs, then buried them in the curve of her throat.

She was coming before he finished his second swallow.

Tabby didn’t know if her orgasm triggered Adam’s, or if the blood helped him finish. Whatever it was, after he finished feeding from her, he carefully removed his fangs just in time to bury his dick all the way inside of Tabby, his body jerking as he released his seed into the condom.

Then, with his dick still inside of her, Adam ducked his chin, his warm tongue lapping at the marks on her throat. He wiggled his hips, thrusting softly a few more times, before he allowed his softening cock to slip out of her.

He didn’t go too far, though. Adam let his weight settle over her; she could feel the warmth heating him up as her blood circled his veins. She wondered if he realized that he’d just turned himself into a Nightwalker blanket for her. Then again, she decided, it wasn’t like he had much choice since she figured his arms had just about given out as soon as he finished coming.

Yeah. So worth it.

Since crushing Tabby after the mind-blowing sex they shared seemed a shitty way to show his gratitude, Adam found the energy to roll his body off of his petite slayer. He landed with a thud on the flat of his back, proud that he could even get that far.

He’d have to dispose of the condom, grab a washcloth, and clean up the both of them. And, though he tried to be gentle with her, he was sure she’d need one of her magic bandage things to heal the bites he gave her.

Just… not yet.

Tabby seemed to agree.

“Mm.” Her voice sounded dozy. Satiated and content, but still a little dozy. “Where are you going? Don’t leave.”

He threw an arm over her naked chest, scooting her closer so that she nestled against his side. “Don’t worry, Tab. Until you kick me out of here, I’m not going anywhere.”

Her eyes were closed. For a second, Adam thought he boned her right to sleep when, with a small smile, she answered him. “You promise that we can do that again and you can stay here as long as you like, champ.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

He hadn’t recovered yet, but he had hopes he would soon. If Tabby wanted more, he would make sure to give her everything she wanted.

Especially after the way she so generously fed him.

“Thanks,” she murmured sleepily.

“Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

“‘Kay.”

Rolling into him, she settled her head on his arm, one hand splayed possessively over his chest.

Adam loved the sight of her pretty blonde hair falling across his pale bicep. He ran his claws through the strands, reveling in the feel of its silkiness against his calloused fingertips.

This felt… right.

It felt good.

And though Adam knew that his slayer would probably never be his betrothed, he couldn’t help but think that this felt meant to be.