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she ran for the office, diving over the body of the shooter and through the door. She rolled im-
mediately to her feet and came face-to-face with a grim man who swung at her with the butt of
his weapon, knocking her viciously back to the floor. Kolinsky. Of course. Her vision grayed in
and out as he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up and twisting her around, wrenching her
arm as he tore the gun from her weakened fingers. She cried out in pain and heard Raphael
roar with fury in the other room, followed by Duncan's shout and the frantic screams of terri-
fied men. Clearly, the reinforcements had arrived.
"Cyn! The warehouse echoed with the force of Raphael's call. She could hear his hard
footfalls as he approached the office, could feel his power riding before him, buffeting the thin
walls of the office, sucking the breath from her lungs. The man behind her stiffened as he felt
the power wash over his skin. His arm tightened around her spasmodically and his heartbeat
thudded against her back.
Raphael came through the door like a child's nightmare, his eyes glowing an almost solid
silver with wrath, his gleaming fangs fully extended, blood painting his mouth a brilliant red,
dripping from his chin to shine wetly against the tattered remains of his black shirt. His huge
chest was heaving with the fury of his breath, and his hands curled into claws as his gaze
found her and he growled a warning.  Release her, human."
"Who are you? the man rasped, fear taking away his breath, coarsening his voice.
"Release her."
The man tightened his grip.  Come closer and she dies."
Raphael's mouth widened in a terrifying smile.  You think to bargain with me? His eyes
shifted to take in the blood oozing down Cyn's arm and running freely from the gash on her
forehead.  Cyn? There was a tenderness in his voice when he said her name. She licked
swollen lips, tasting her own blood, and nodded to him.
Raphael's gaze returned to Kolinsky.  You are not dead yet, human. But you will soon
wish you were."
He was not even a blur of movement. One moment, she was gripped against Kolinsky's
burly chest, the gun hard in her back, and the next she was being smothered by Raphael's
big body, his broad shoulders shielding her completely as he backed her against the wall. Kol-
insky lay on the floor whimpering piteously, one arm gushing blood as shredded sinew
strained to hold it to his shoulder. An animal-like whine escaped his lips as he raised himself
on his one good arm and crawled away, scrabbling at the floor in desperation.
Raphael pressed against her suddenly, his low growl drawing her eyes away from the ter-
rified man crawling out the door to the furious, and fully aroused, vampire holding her in place.
He lowered his head to lick her face, and she heard him hiss with pleasure at the taste of her
blood. Her heart was pounding with excitement, the adrenaline rush of the fight still coursing
through her system. Raphael's mouth found hers and she reacted without thinking, twisting
her hands in his short hair, crushing her lips against his. She wanted this, wanted him. She
registered the slamming of a door, and somewhere in her head, her brain was telling her to
stop, but her body refused to listen. Desire flooded her senses, overwhelming thought.
Raphael felt the surge of Cyn's hunger as if it was his own. His erection throbbed against
her as she shifted, cupping its hard length in the burning triangle between her thighs. His
fangs nicked her tongue and he groaned as her warm blood flowed between their lips.
"Sweet Cyn, he murmured, sliding his hand beneath her sweater to tear her bra aside im-
patiently, then cupping the heavy weight of a bare breast, rubbing the nipple to hardness and
beyond until the pain made her cry out with need. Unable to restrain himself, he snarled as he
ripped her jeans open like the flimsiest silk and shoved his hand between her legs to find her
slick and hot and ready for him. While his mouth continued to taste every inch of her face, her
mouth, her neck, he yanked his own zipper open and stroked his hard shaft against the naked
skin of her belly. He lifted her to meet him, her legs opening to wrap around his waist.
Cyn's eyes seemed to clear with the sudden realization of what was about to happen, but
he didn't give her the chance to protest. He raised her with both hands, crushing her against
the wall.  Mine, he growled and buried his entire hard length inside her with a single powerful
thrust, swallowing her scream.
He groaned with pleasure at the feel of her. She was wet, so wet and so hot he thought
she'd burn his flesh. Her tight walls gripped him, squeezing as he forced his way deeper yet.
Her cries of surprise turned to moans of need, and he felt her begin to ripple around him as
the first orgasm took her, arching her back, pulsing along his cock, hard within her. Wave
after wave followed as she screamed into his mouth, until the spasms faded into shudders.
Her eyes opened, blurry with desire, until a fire lit and they burned with a passion that equaled
his own. Long legs wrapped more tightly around his waist, pulling him against her, holding
him captive. The wall behind them quaked with the force of his pounding, and still she deman-
ded more, her blunt human teeth biting his shoulder where it was bared by his wounds, send-
ing tremors of incredible ecstasy shuddering through his body, tightening his cock to an un-
bearable hardness as her warm tongue licked the blood from his skin. He felt his own release
building and lifted her higher, ramming himself into her until she climbed to a second climax,
her sheath caressing him, seducing him, surrounding him with a volcanic heat until he roared
in orgasm and filled her with a wet heat of his own.
"More, she whispered hoarsely and began moving against him once again, rousing him to
meet her demand.
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 Chapter Twenty-nine
Cynthia woke slowly, jarred from an almost drugged sleep by pain. She rolled over and
gasped, swallowing a groan as every muscle complained. What the hell? She opened her
eyes, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. And then she remembered. The warehouse.
Kolinsky. Oh my God, Raphael! She rolled over in a panic, thankful to discover she was
alone. She closed her eyes in a different kind of pain, and tears found their way down her
cheeks. You are such a fool, Cyn.
She groped to the side of the bed and stood. Spying a bathroom across the room, she
made her way over to it, turned on the light and stepped in front of the mirror, almost afraid of
what she'd see. The gash on her forehead where Kolinsky had hit her was closed, scabbed
over in a neat line above her right eyebrow and surrounded by bruises that were already be-
ginning to yellow with age. Twisting to one side, she frowned at the grazing bullet wound on
her arm from early in the fight. A stab of pain answered her probing, but nothing more than an
angry red scar marred her pale flesh. She wrapped her arms around herself uneasily. Had
she been out that long? Long enough for wounds to heal or ... She flashed back to the small
office in the warehouse, Raphael's eyes gleaming as he licked her wounds, her own mouth
filling with...
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