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to pull away just when Luka’s obsession with her was making him forget that there were lines he could never cross.
    Luka pulled away, looking down at Caylie more closely. And after a while, it hit him.
    She was not just tipsy. She was completely, irretrievably, fucking drunk.
    Since normal liquor could never intoxicate a Caro, her blood cocktail had probably been laced with something else, maybe an outlawed ingredient like poisoned steel?
    “ Luka. ” She said it in such a throaty voice his body couldn’t help reacting, his brain in danger of shutting down at the sensual promise hidden in that voice.
    Shit. This was bad. Caylie drunk was something Luka didn’t ever want to encounter. It would likely make her wilder than ever. “Caylie---”
    A naughty smile on her lips, Caylie suddenly wriggled out of her dress until she was standing only in her black racy – wait, he meant lacy – underwear and heels. Her eyes narrowed like a school mistress and she crooked her finger at him, furious and flirtatious at the same time. “ Come!”
    Luka was on her in a second.
    When she laughed out loud again, this time he didn’t mind, didn’t care – all he wanted was to take her, his beautiful, wild, sweet bauble. His lips took hers roughly, forgetting completely about being methodical and polite, the way everyone knew him to be.
    “Yes,” she breathed, and Luka’s blood burned as her lips parted under his.
    His tongue went in, seeking to plunder her mouth, and his body heated up as she moaned against his lips, the sweet sound making him harden even more.
    Something was not right…but right now, he didn’t care.
    Luka’s hands curved around her waist, but this time it was not enough. Slowly, he let his hands glide up until he could cup her completely. The weight of her made his fingers tighten around her flesh, and Luka was rewarded with another moan.
    God, he had dreamt of this for so long – to have Caylie willing in his arms, to be in love with him as he was with her---
    The thought arrested Luka.
    Who the fuck was he kidding?
    Caylie was not in love with him, never was, and maybe never will be.
    With a snarl, Luka sprang away from Caylie, turning his back on her as his fangs extended at the force of his hunger.
    Caylie only looked at him in blank confusion. “What’s wrong?”
    His blood reached boiling point, drugging his mind, and urging his body to forget about everything that was right. Take her. Own her. Bite her.
    When Luka faced her, his eyes had darkened past crimson, the uncontrollable desire raging inside his body taking him to the brink of forgetting all rational thought.
    Kill her so she won’t ever be anyone else’s.
    Luka took a step towards Caylie, the roaring of his blood impossible to ignore.
    She smiled at him, utterly unaware of what he was planning to do, of what he couldn’t help but do.
    And then…
    She burped.
    Her eyes widened. “Oh my---” She let out another giant-sized burp, the sound loud enough to reverberate around the foyer. It was so unlike Caylie, who was the epitome of elegance – and how could she not be when Luka himself had practically shaped her to be his ideal woman?
    When her third burp came out, Luka could no longer keep his lips from slightly twitching even though he still sported a raging hard on that only a knife to his cock could relieve and his mind was still a confusing mess of murderously violent urges.
    The continuous burping from an increasingly embarrassed Caylie slowly cleared the red haze in his mind. Just as slowly, Luka became aghast as he realized what his dangerously possessive instincts had been urging him to do.
    He stumbled back, his face expressionless even as shock coursed through him.
    Even drunk and plagued with burps, Caylie sensed his inner turmoil, her eyes seeking his. “Luka, what’s wrong?”
    He couldn’t speak. It was true. The words were all he could think about. The legends were real. Like most young Caros, Luka had thought the