opportunity to sense him. Regardless, it was only a matter of time anyway. It took a lot of energy to hide from another vampire and was usually only possible for short periods after a feeding.
“Abby, we go on again in five.” The pointed look thrown in Caleb's direction by the other man made him snarl. The energy coming off him was arrogant and something else.... Something suspicious.
“No problem, I'll be ready.” Her hands pressed against his back, trying to push him, but Caleb refused to budge. Despite the searing heat from her body pushing at his control, he stood his ground and stared down the other vampire, waiting to see what the other man had planned.
Several tense seconds later, Brian blew out a breath. “All right, Abs. I'll be in the next room waiting for you if you need anything.” With one last hard glance at Caleb, he turned and strode from the room.
“Your little friend there is feeling mighty protective of you, Abby. Anything I should know about?” He turned back to her, staring down into the clear violet of her eyes. He knew his sexual pheromones were at their peak when she repeatedly shook her head, trying to clear her mind of them.
“He's harmless. Overly friendly at times, but harmless.” There was a silky, sexual layer to her voice when she spoke to him. He found it impossible to resist as he recaptured her lips again, crushing her to him. Her sweet scent washed over him once more, urging him to take her here and now. It had only been two nights since his last feeding, but tonight he was starved and only Abby could sate him. His control slipping, he brushed his hand against the curve of her breast, his fingertips grazing across a hardened nipple.
A sharp gasp rewarded his efforts. He had to feel her wet heat surrounding him now, ached to pound into her again and again. His hands slipped under her blouse, seeking her bare skin. The smooth silk against his own undid him. In a frenzied state, he reached for the waistband of her jeans, releasing them at preternatural speed. The scent of her arousal flooded his senses in his haste to touch her wetness.
“Abby, it's time.” Brian's voice from the next room shocked them both back to awareness as they sprang apart. Ragged breathing filled the room.
“I—I have to go.” She struggled to regain her composure. “Only one more set, then....”
He nodded his head, shocked by his animalistic behavior. Abby shoved her blouse down and fastened her jeans. A quick brush of her fingers through her loose hair and she looked like the incredible singer again. “I'll be right back.” With that, she turned from him and strode toward the stage.
Caleb blinked. What the hell just happened here? One minute he was stealing a kiss backstage, and the next he was about to throw her against the wall and fuck her. He shook his head, trying to forget that his cock was now hard enough to drive nails into brick. “Snap the fuck out of it, Caleb.” He paced across the room, considering the last fifteen minutes. His attraction to Abby could certainly muck up the ease of his mission if he wasn't careful. Something about the damn woman and her voice set him on fire.
As the band started the next tune, he decided he needed some fresh air to clear his head and get his mind off his dick. If he stayed and listened there was not telling what he’d do. She’d stolen his control. Caleb headed out the side exit as the first strands of Abby's voice filtered across the crowd.
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For the next several hours, Caleb watched the bar patrons leave, some likely on their way home, and others in various stages of drunkenness groping each other on their way out the doors. From his vantage point the darkness cloaked him making it easy for him to observe without interruption. The normal sounds of a sultry southern night had stilled in his presence. Nature had a way of sensing and reacting to a predator among its midst. The solitude rarely bothered him and he welcomed
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