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“Alright.” 
Jane muttered.

Slade
blinked at her easy agreement.  “Alright?”  He repeated.  “Just like that?”

“What,
you think I’m mean enough to let you starve?”

“No.” 
He gave her a strange smile.  “You would never let anyone suffer, Jane.  You have
the softest heart I have ever encountered.”

“I
don’t
have a soft heart.”

“Of
course you do.  I am just surprised that you did not make me beg a bit more.  I
was prepared for at least an hour of pleading, while you tried to recruit some
other women to feed me.”

“I
guess I’m not that smart.”  Imagining him touching anybody else pissed her off
to an unhealthy degree.  If Slade needed to do some weird, sexual, bloodsucking
thing, it should be with
her
,
damn it.  “But --hey-- if you want
another donor, I can…”

“I
want no one else.”  Slade interrupted firmly.  The door slammed shut behind
him, so he filled the small interior.  “I only wish to drink from you, Jane.”

“Eww. 
Don’t say that.  Call it…”  Crap.  No pleasant euphemism sprang to mind.  “Never
mind.  Shit.  Whatever.  Let’s just get this over with.”

“Right
now?”  He urged, like a kid who couldn’t wait for Christmas to come.

There
didn’t seem much point in putting it off.  “You have something better to do?”  Jane
stomped across the dirt floor of her temporary home.  It was furnished in a
stylish way that any Puritan would envy.  From the roughhewed log table, to the
stained stone fireplace, to the uncomfortable mattress on the ground, it was a
snapshot of why air-conditioning and television sets were
totally
the
way to go.

Slade
moved closer to her.  For a second, his blue eyes glowed with a hunger that
didn’t seem like it had much to do food, but it was probably just her
imagination.  “You will not regret this, Jane.”

“Of
course I will.  I’m already positive that it’s a bad idea, but what’s one more
bad idea this week, right?  You can have an ounce or two, if that’s what it
takes.”  She jabbed a finger at his chest.  “But, if I catch Vampirism, I
guarantee you’re going to be my first victim.”

Chapter Eight

 

BACKGROUND NOTES FOR FANG’S MOTIVATION

 

Unlike most supernatural beings, Werewolves
don’t have destined brides.  Their species is perpetuated by stealing the mates
of their enemies.  Luckily, they have
a lot
of enemies.  It’s the plus
side of being the most hated supernatural beings in the universe.  FANG has
never been bothered by the idea that there is no special woman waiting for him,
because he knows that he can take any woman he chooses.

 

And he’s chosen SLADE’S human.

 

He has no idea what JANE looks like, but
it’s not important.  Each rebel he captures and each spy who reports back to
him, tells tales of JANE SQUIRE.  She is a harridan.  Bossy, pushy, annoyed
with the rebels, impatient with SLADE.  Yet, she is also loyal to the Vampire
above all others and far too smart for anyone’s peace of mind.  All sides of
the war are coming to fear the woman.  No one can predict her and it frightens
them.  FANG knows the DARK FAIRY’S prophesy was correct.  JANE SQUIRE is the
key to Vampire’s success.

 

That’s not the only reason he wants her,
though.

 

At first --sure-- FANG was mainly
interested in JANE because he assumed that she was SLADE’S Eternal-One.  Now
he’s beginning to wonder if that is even true.  How could this infamously
difficult woman belong to the Vampire?  In fact, when FANG finally tracks them
down, SLADE will probably be glad to be freed of such shrew.  Vampires like
their females vapid and weak.  …But, Werewolves appreciate some seductive bitchiness. 
Forcing obedience is so much more rewarding than having it freely given.

 

Besides, there are whispers that JANE
carries a book with her that can predict the future.  The DARK FAIRY is
desperate for it, claiming that it holds much power from the world of Chicago. 
FANG is dreaming about it, too.  When you’re struggling to hold onto your
kingdom, a terrifying woman and a magickal book might come in pretty damn handy.

 

Redrafted Film Script- “From Here to
Infinia”

 

Jane
took a deep breath, trying to calm down.  Her heart was pounding, already
panicking over what she’d just agreed to.  Why did she always go along with his
insane ideas?  She was pragmatic enough to know better, but Slade somehow
overwhelmed her common sense.

He
was like a Milky Way bar.  You’re in the checkout line and you
know
not
to pick it up.  You think you can ignore the shiny wrapping and just walk
away.  You’re strong and smart and full of willpower… but somehow the candy still
winds up in your basket.

“We’re
not
having sex, Slade.”  She tacked on a little belatedly.  “I mean it. 
Whatever aphrodisiac-y stuff goes on when you bite a girl, it isn’t going to
work on me. 
No sex
.”  It would be a huge mistake to get in any deeper
with this guy.

He
nodded, his expression dazed.  “Whatever you wish.”  He murmured.  He would
probably agree to anything in order to have his dinner.  “We must touch,
though.”  His huge body shifted behind hers, moving quickly before she changed
her mind.

And
she should
totally
change her mind.

“Yes,
fine.  Touching.  But nothing else.”  Jane’s eyes drifted shut, feeling the
strength of him pressed up against her back.  One of his arms encircled her
waist, drawing her against him.  Oh wow…  “Just –like-- what you
have
to
do biologically.”  She got out unsteadily.

He
nuzzled the curls at her temple as he lowered his head.  “Only what is
necessary.”  He whispered and Jane’s insides took a sensual dip.  That felt
like it was more than just necessary.  Slade’s breath was hot on her throat and
she was suddenly understanding the whole aphrodisiac thing.

Against
her better judgment, her body melted into his.  “Slade…”  She whispered, unsure
what caveat she was about to tack onto this terrible, terrible idea.

He
didn’t give her a chance to figure it out, either.  Slade let out a groan at
the sound of his name and then his teeth sunk deep into her flesh.

Jane’s
eyes went wide, flames tearing through her system.  “Oh my God.”  She couldn’t
breathe.  She couldn’t think.  All she could do was hang on.  “Oh my
God.
” 
Just that quickly, she was on the brink of the largest orgasm of her life.  It
was like Slade was stroking her in a thousand places at once.  She
instinctively began moving against him, feeling the hard length of his erection
and
needing
it.

She’d
never needed anything so much.

Slade
gave a low snarl, gripping her tighter.

“Oh
yessssss.
”  Her head fell back against his shoulder, loving this.  And
hating it.  The pleasure was making her crazy.  It felt like he was licking
every secret part of her.  She couldn’t process anything except the tension growing
tighter and tighter.  And tighter… “Oh please.”  Her hips undulated against
his, needing relief.  “Please, Slade.”

The
begging did the trick.  Kings liked supplicants.

One
of Slade’s hands slid down her body, finding the opening in his jacket.  He
yanked the fabric aside, ripping off the buttons, so she was naked before him. 
She was too far gone to care.  Slade’s fingers moved like he wanted to memorize
each inch of her skin as quickly as possible.

Jane
arched into touch, as his massive palm caressed her everywhere.  She dimly
recognized that she should’ve felt self-conscious about her size, but he seemed
to like what he saw and she was having a too good a time to care about anything
outside of Slade’s hands.  He brushed the junction of her thighs and the
grazing touch was enough to have her seeing stars.

It
felt really, really, really right.

Wrong.

Jane’s
eyes popped open.  “Wait.”  She gasped and caught hold of his wrist.  She tried
to focus through the sensual haze.  This was a mistake.  It wasn’t supposed to
feel so right.  That was just going to lead to a broken heart.  It was too big
a risk to go any further with Slade.

…For
some reason that she could no longer remember.

Slade
pulled back to lap her skin.  A bead of blood trailed down her neck and he
licked it away.  Jane shivered at the sensation, her body weeping for him. 
Pragmatism faded as quickly as it had appeared.

“Gods,
you taste even better than you smell.”  He whispered.  “How is that even
possible?”  His free hand tangled in her hair, gripping the curls with erotic
strength.  He angled her head to a more vulnerable angle and Jane whimpered
with lust.  “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no.” 
She panted.  “Please.”

“Good,
because I don’t think I can.”  He looked down at her naked curves and swallowed
hard.  “I need you too much.”  He bit her again, even deeper.  Like he wanted
more.  Like he was passed all control.

Jane
gave up trying to resist.  Some part of her knew this was a mistake, but she needed
him, too.  Her restraining palm slid free from his wrist, letting him continue
south.  Slade rewarded her with a pleased growl.  His massive hand slid between
her damp folds of flesh.  He started a gentle massage, urging her legs apart.

All
Jane’s senses went into meltdown.  She helplessly shifted her stance, giving
him better access.  He could do whatever he wanted, just so he’d let her come. 
She
had
to come or she was going to burn alive.

That
surrender was what he wanted.  Instantly, his long fingers were pressing inside
of her.  Jane let out a wail of desire as he thrust two of them into her tight
channel.  She went up tiptoe, needing even more.

He
wasn’t giving her more, though.

He
kept her like that for several centuries of time.  Just milking very drop from
her body and listening to her plead.  Slade seemed as close to the edge as she
was.  His other hand left her hair and found her breast.  Her nipple beaded
against his palm, pressing deeper into his touch.  He molded her flesh like he
wanted to mark her.

“Mine.” 
He rumbled and she nearly broke down in sobs.

Holy
shit
.  Slade’s idiot ex-wife had chosen some Werewolf over him in bed? 
The woman must have had the IQ of a really stupid brick. 
Nobody
could
be better at this than Slade was.  It was a goddamn revelation.  Jane suddenly
saw what the fuss was about when it came to sex.  Before, it had always seemed
kind of lackluster, but now she finally got it.

Holt
shit
, did she get it.

Just
when Jane was sure she was going to die of pleasure, Slade’s thumb stroked the
straining nub of her desire and she exploded.  Hot, wet waves of ecstasy pulsated
through her.  It went on and on, washing away everything except the incredible
sensations he’d create within her.  She collapsed against him, breathing hard
and unable to keep her head up.

Slade
lifted his face from her throat, looking as stunned as Jane felt.  His gaze
locked on hers he coaxed every last tremor from her body.

Her
eyes dazedly traced the perfect angles of his face and she gave a stunned
smile.  “Wow.  You are the king.”  She whispered.

Then,
she sank into darkness.

 

***

 

He’d
taken too much.

“Jane!” 
Slade grabbed her closer, lifting her limp body against his chest.  Her head
lolled against his shoulder, her toffee-colored hair sending off small sparks
wherever it touched him.  Gods, what had he done?

He
should’ve stopped when he’d had enough blood to survive.  He’d told her he
would, but he’d been too greedy.  Too lost in the incredible taste of her.  And
the feel of her.  And the sensual sounds she made.  She’d trusted him and he’d
taken advantage, because he’d been helpless to let her go.  He’d wanted her so
badly that he’d become an animal.

For
the first time in his life, Slade had lost himself while feeding.  This not-so-ordinary
little human set his whole system on fire.  His body was still throbbing for
release.  It had been all he could do not to strip off his clothes and take her
fully.  He’d wanted to slam inside of her body until he was spent.  And then do
it again.  And again.  Until Jane knew exactly who she belonged to and so would
everyone else who might think to steal her.  He’d felt his Dark Instincts pulling
him down, telling him that she was
his
.  Telling him to claim every
piece of her, so she’d never slip away.

That
wasn’t supposed to happen.  Even with Melessa, Slade had stayed restrained and
the taste of an Eternal-One was supposed to drive Vampires mad with passion. 
Slade’s powerful self-control and innate honor has made it easy to resist
drinking too much from his ex-wife, though.

Very
easy.

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