He hadn't liked the police work, the zombie raising, my comfort with the vampires and shapeshifters. I sucked him as hard and fast as I could, in and out, in and out, until he cried out above me. Maybe I'm conflicted. The movement must have hurt like hell, but he never winced.
Then he made it a game. I wrapped my anger around myself. He was mine. What has gotten into you, ma petite? You, you've gotten into me, or I want you to.
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