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them apart to reveal the glistening shape of her clit, which stood out wetly from her swollen pussy lips.
    She smiled, a gleaming white spread of teeth, and made sure he saw her fangs as they protruded over lips as red as any ripe apple. He knew what was to come--and it  wasn’t him .
    She beckoned and sure enough a figure appeared. As if drugged, the man--he was a pale blond this time--staggered into Adrian’s vision and collapsed at Thérèse’s feet.  His cock was solidly erect and with much sensual writhing, she sank down and straddled it.
    Adrian could almost feel the embrace of her velvet sheath, the touch of her thighs and the grasp of her fingertips. She made sure he could see the shining length of cock as she raised and lowered herself on it. She gleefully shared the pleasure she was experiencing, her mind playing tricks with Adrian’s and arousing him to the point of painful ecstasy.
    Finally she broke, shuddering into her orgasm and turning her head to stare into Adrian’s eyes at that exact moment. Then she lowered her head, and without breaking eye contact, she bit into the neck of her victim.
    Adrian howled silently, his cock rigid and aching, his mouth opened wide and revealing his own fangs. He hungered for her, and for the blood she was taking. Maddened by the twin desires he struggled against himself and--as always--awoke, a cry trembling in the back of his throat. He was erect and throbbing and--as always--unfulfilled.
    How he kept his sanity was a mystery to him at moments like this. He sobbed for breath and gulped in air, wishing just for once he could either come and relieve his desires, or sleep without dreaming.
    He’d tried masturbation after the first dreams began, but within seconds of waking his cock would soften, leaving the ache of unrelieved arousal behind. The only thing that could harden him to the point of orgasm other than the dreams was the act of feeding. Then he could bring himself to climax and release his pent-up yearnings. He would not fuck his prey. He dared not.
    Adrian wished he knew if this was customary for his kind. He had nobody to ask. He’d been forced to find his way blindly for the past ten years, doing his best not to kill and yet driven by forces he did not understand to prolong his own existence.
    He hated rendering his victims unconscious, taking as little of their blood as he could, and then fleeing the site of his “crime”--never knowing if he’d gone too far and killed by mistake. It was a terribly sordid life, a subculture he’d been compelled to live in, and one that he abhorred.
    Looking around him now, he realized it was the first time he’d awoken in a proper suite of rooms in more years than he could remember.
    He had certainly found a welcome at St. Chesswell. And possibly a friend in Sir Sidney. Maybe there was still a miracle left in the world with his name on it. And maybe it was time to go and find out.
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    “That will be all, Cheverly. We will have a tea tray later. Nothing else.”
    Sidney ignored the frown on his butler’s face. He was dismissing the entire concept of dinner and offending not only Cheverly but probably his kitchen staff as well. He didn’t care. This night was important, too important to be concerned about mundane issues such as food.
    “I take it that meals are unnecessary?” Sidney glanced across at the man leaning casually against the mantelpiece, to see him nod his head in agreement.
    “Very well. Please be seated and we shall talk.” He waited. “I’ll get a crick in my neck if you don’t sit down. Stop looking so nervous, Adrian. There is much to discuss and some of it might be to your liking.”
    With a shrug, Adrian sat in the matching chair and crossed his long legs. The clothes Sidney had obtained were a good enough fit, clinging to long muscular thighs and revealing the strength of the body they covered. Adrian was a very good-looking man indeed.
    His black basilisk eyes remained fixed on