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used his powers to order a female to satisfy his needs. He lowered his hand to his crotch. His cock was growing hard. He pulled in a long breath. Did he dare awaken her?
    He moved toward the bed. Her body was very desirable in the tight jeans and clinging sweater. He could almost imagine how her warm flesh would feel beneath his inquiring hands. He smiled slightly. He would wake her—and then if she sent him away—
    He waved one hand and she lurched upright in the bed, her eyes wide and her hair flying about her head in disarray.
    “Where am I?”
    “Home—I believe.”
    She found him in the dark room, pinned her eyes on him while she inched to the side of the bed. “How did you know where I lived?”
    He shrugged his shoulders. “I know many things.”
    She swung her feet over the side of the bed and levered herself upward. “What did you do to me? I feel like hell.” She clutched her head and fell back against the bed. “What did you do to me?” Her voice cracked with emotion.
    “I only took a little blood.”
    “Blood! Blood! You took my blood? What are you—the fucking Red Cross?”
    “Red Cross?”
    She stared through the darkness at him, but didn’t speak. She sat on the side of the bed and clutched her head in both hands.
    Jarharis felt a wave of guilt surge through his insides. He had tried not to harm her, but perhaps, in his haste, he had taken too much of her blood. He lowered himself to the side of the bed where she sat. Reaching one arm toward her, tentatively, he placed one hand on her back.
    She stiffened beneath his palm. Twisting to one side, she separated herself from his touch. “I don’t know who you are or why you’re here in my apartment, but I want you out!”
    Surprised at her words, Jarharis rose from the bed. Thoughts of leaving entered his mind—for the millionth time. He should have taken leave once he placed her on the bed, but his senses had been muddled the moment he gazed down at her. His cock strained against his britches. He ran one hand through his hair. Leaving now was out of the question. He was too aroused sexually to go.
    “What are you waiting for?” She tried to stand, pushing herself from the bed only to fall back against the mattress.
    Jarharis caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and upper body, he lowered her to the bed and followed her body as it settled against the mattress. His weight settled against her form. Her warmth immediately engulfed his cold body. He sighed audibly.
    She pushed against his chest, flattening her palms and using her forearms against his upper body. She tried to lever herself upward, but her weakened state prevented her from making much effort. She groaned and settled back against the mattress, realizing her strength could not match his.
    A wave of victory settled inside Jarharis . A small smile pulled at his full lips. Mentally, he ordered the woman to submit. He drew her fragrance into his nose, filling his senses with her female aroma. He lowered his head so that his face hovered just above hers. The faint moonlight illuminating the room allowed him to see her features. Her eyes were wide, staring up at him in wonder. He felt her fright.
    He stared at her for a moment, mentally reaching out to her as his lust rose in mountainous peaks. He allowed his full weight to settle atop her body. He clasped her wrists and pushed her arms above her head, holding her hands beneath his palms. He pressed his rapidly hardening cock against her crotch, spreading his legs atop hers and pinning her fast against the mattress. Submit to me.
    She released a long breath. Her lashes dipped alluringly over her eyes, fluttering softly to settle against her cheeks. She relaxed her muscles, pliable beneath his big body. “Go ahead and rape me. I have no strength to fight you.”
    Her voice was barely a whisper in the quiet room. Jarharis lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers, feeling her body stiffen beneath his.
    She rolled her head,