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  Alistair gets out of our gray Audi Q2, sports version, and closes the garage door. I wait patiently for him to open my door, knowing very well it would piss him off if I would get out myself and rob him from being the perfect gentleman tonight.

  The door swings open and his hand appears before me. Sliding my fingers through his, he helps me out of the car. Still, no words. He guides me toward the door on the side that leads to the house, but he stops when we’re in front of the car. His hands go to my hips and he places me on the hood of the car, the metal hot underneath me.

  “Did you really think you could hide it from me?” His jaw ticks.

  The look he’s giving me is one that says he’s stringed tight, ready to thoroughly ravish me.

  “Hide what?” I decide to go for playing innocent, challenging him even more.

  I gasp when he throws one of my legs over his shoulder and shoves my dress all the way up.

  He sucks in a breath before he locks eyes with me. I decided not to wear panties tonight, earning me a fierce growl from deep within his chest. Fire swirls in his eyes before he lowers himself and covers my pussy with his mouth. Our gaze continues to stay locked until I can’t take it anymore, my head falls back when he starts to suck while flicking my clit with his tongue. Yet he stops way too soon, making me turn back to see why.

  Again, no words, only fire that’s licking his body. His hands go to his zipper, releasing his massive, thick dick. His fists turn into claws as he rips his shirt off in one smooth move.

  He looms over me and licks my bottom lip. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? I could smell the change on your skin and now I confirmed with one taste what I already suspected for the last few weeks.”

  One step forward and he doesn’t even need to guide his dick, it nudges my entrance all by itself, knowing where I need him.

  A small part of his paw is resting on my shoulder, keeping me in place while he thrusts his hips forward. Reaching out, I grab him around the neck and pull him close. I really want this to last but somehow I feel his dick getting even thicker with every thrust.

  His neck is drawing me in, his scent overwhelms me, making me crave his taste. My tongue trails his skin before I bite down, feeling his teeth sinking inside me, just like he’s thrusting his dick deep inside, over and over again.

  The friction he’s creating is overwhelming. Caught by surprise of the intensity of my orgasm, I completely let go. My eyes close and somewhere in the back of my mind I’m aware of noise and Alistair roaring in pleasure.

  There are hot pulses inside me, followed by another flow of tingles that sets off a second orgasm, one that’s got me gasping for air, dragging my nails down Alistair’s back to stay grounded. I can still feel him pump his hips slowly when he falls down on top of me, giving me all his weight, knowing I can take all of him.

  From the corner of my eye I see something flowing through the air. Turning my head, all I see is black…soot is twirling its way down.

  “I think we did it again.” I giggle, realizing we created a fireball that exploded similar to the one we had when we got fully mated.

  “Figures. I feel like I just gave everything I got,” Alistair rumbles in-between some seriously heavy breathing. “So this better be fucking twin worthy.”

  My cheeks hurt from smiling, hoping for the exact same thing.

  More Death by Reaper MC in book two; Jagger & Tess’ story.

  Tammi Hart

  Thanks for naming the vampire character! I hope you enjoyed him as much as I have writing him. Can’t wait for you to read some more in the next book ;-)

  Special Thanks:

  My bestie; Christi Durbin, for always being there, no matter what.

  My beta team; Neringa, Tracy, Judy, Cathy, Tammi

  my pimp team, and to you, as my reader…

  Thanks so much! You guys rock!

  Other books by Esther E. Schmidt

  Series:

  Areion Fury MC

  Broken Deeds MC

  Wicked Throttle MC

  Lost Valkyries MC (short stories)

  Death by Reaper MC (paranormal)

  The Dudnik Circle (mafia/mob)

  Swamp Heads (sweet romance)

  Standalone:

  Frederick

  Peacock (The Faults Of Our Sins)

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