Oh, God, I hurt.

Sydney thrashed against the heavy, immovable objects holding her down. Springs squeaked beneath her as she flailed, trying desperately to make the pain stop.

“No, no, no!”

“Sydney!” Her cheek burned as a hand connected. Tears blurred her eyes and she flinched from the contact, but she didn’t stop bucking against the body that held her. Two bodies, she realized dully.

Two naked male bodies.

“Get away from me!”

“Listen to me.” Her movements stilled with just one glance into steely eyes. She remembered his eyes. So beautiful. Tawny, like a cat’s. But even they couldn’t make the agony go away. She curled into herself and whimpered.

“She’s still in pain. We need to give her more blood.” The voice that reached her ears didn’t belong to the man with cat’s eyes. This voice was cooler, more dispassionate.

“If we give her more, she won’t be coming back.”

She trembled, violently afraid. “Please. I won’t tell anyone. Let me go.”

“We can make it stop.” Soft, raspy words and a gentle mouth brushed her temple. “We can take the pain away, darling. But you need to say yes.”

Who was he? She remembered him vaguely, as if she’d passed him on a crowded street some months before. Then his cock brushed her stomach and she turned her head as the memories flooded back.

They’d just banged in her car. Like animals. She’d never come so fast or so hard as she had with him, then everything had disappeared in an erotic wash of black. His mouth had been on her throat—

She reared up in bed, screaming. “You bit me. You did this. You crazy bastard!”

The darker one leaped on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. White-blond hair slapped her in the face as his friend gripped her hands. While the blond man fought to restrain her, she glimpsed the heavy, threatening weight of his cock.

What were they going to do with her? Oh God, where was she? What had happened to her car?

Terror blinded her as she tried to claw, kick, and scratch her way free. It did no good. Without breaking a sweat, they trussed her limbs to the posts of the bed so she lay exposed like a human sacrifice.

But they weren’t looking at her nude body. They were too busy arguing with each other.

“Christ, Kell, is your brain in your balls? I already told you what we had to do. But you wouldn’t.”

“She has to agree.”

A low stream of curse words reached her ears. “This isn’t like with Emily. There is no choice here.”

The darker one’s fingertips tenderly sculpted her jaw. She couldn’t shrink back fast enough. “There is always a choice.”

“Damn you and your gentlemanly ethics, Kell.”

Ethics? Her mind screamed. Ethics? He’d had sex with her and bitten her and then he’d tied her up to a bed. What the hell was wrong with them?

“I can’t turn her without her permission. I won’t do it.”

“So instead you leave her writhing in pain! Does that make sense? Goddammit, you got a little pussy. It’s not worth risking our whole existence for. We both know what she is to you now.”

A long silence. “I’ll wait until our blood’s left her system and wipe her mind.”

“There are no guarantees. If something slips through—”

“You’re drugging me, too?” The tears pinpricking her eyes vanished in a wave of indignation. “This is why people won’t pick up hitchhikers!”

They stopped fighting and stared at her. The darker one, Kellan—the one she dimly remembered screwing brainless—reached out again. She recoiled, sure he intended to cop a feel. Instead, he cupped her cheek.

“Sydney, you remember?”

All at once, it flashed into her mind. Kellan and Lucas in her car. Wanting them both. Aching for them to make her forget everything but them and the pleasure they could bring her. “Of course I remember.” She spat out the words. “You nearly split me in two with that damn tool of yours, then you decided to turn my jugular into a chew toy. What kind of sick games are you two into?”

He moved closer and peered into her eyes. “Do you hurt? You must hurt,” he said before she could reply. “You couldn’t be free of pain without the change.”

She started to tell him she did hurt, thank you very much, and then realized the jagged knives that had been shredding her insides had retracted. Now she felt nothing but…sore. Even that sensation was disappearing.

“You hurt me,” she said in a clipped tone. “I hurt.”

“No, you don’t. Not anymore. Your eyes are clear. How?” He glanced back at his friend. “How could this be?”

“Hell if I know. I could ask Emily. She might know. Or she could look it up.”

“No.” Kellan’s heated response whipped through Sydney as he gathered a fistful of her hair. Before she could wrench her face away, he lowered his mouth to hers.

Their lips brushed and the strangest emotions surged through her chest. Warmth. Pleasure. Joy. Much to her astonishment, she kissed him back.

What the hell are you doing? He’s a maniac.

One who somehow calmed her fears, even as her traitorous system began to clamor for more of his taste. More of him.

He rubbed his tongue against hers, but somehow she knew the gesture was intended to comfort rather than arouse. His palms cradled her cheeks as he drew back a fraction of an inch. “I was so worried. I cannot lose you.”

Say what?

Sydney blinked at him and then shifted to look at his companion, who only shook his head. She wet her cracked lips and swallowed, trying to moisten her throat. “Lucas?”

He stroked a hand over her forehead. “Are you okay, Syd?”

Tears leaked from her eyes. He sounded so compassionate, not at all like a monster. Neither of them did. Her mind must be tricking her, just as they’d fooled her long enough for her to invite them into her car. Who were they, really? Who was she? “I…don’t think so.”

“Don’t be frightened,” Kellan murmured, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his mouth to the valley between her breasts. “We’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t need care. I don’t need anyone.” She wanted to fight, but she was so tired. So very weak. She felt as if someone had drained her of every drop of blood. “I can take care of myself.”

“No. Not anymore, you can’t. You won’t.” As he turned his mouth to her breast, she recoiled. But there was nowhere she could go. She was at his mercy—his victim.

Hell no. She wasn’t anyone’s victim. Ever.

She didn’t speak as he closed his lips around her nipple. The first pull of his teeth made her back arch off the bed. But not in pain. Already her terror had receded. She didn’t know how or why, just that his touch had vanquished it. Only pleasure ruled her now.

“Why?” she asked him, but he only continued to suck. He parted her thighs and slid his fingers inside her, and she only watched. Her mind had disconnected itself from her body, and nothing mattered but the nerves sparking to life under his hands.

“Why?” she repeated, gazing at his friend now. But he, too, seemed riveted by what was happening between her legs.

She bit her lip at the wet noises her body made as Kellan pushed his fingers in and out. Shouldn’t she be embarrassed she lubricated so readily for him? This wasn’t a normal situation. How could—

“Oh, yes.” Her low moan shocked her, but that she thrust her hips off the bed in offering stunned her even more.

Who was this woman? The one who had abdicated all sense to sex? Even as shock invaded her mind at her actions, she couldn’t seem to stop squirming on the bed like a bitch in heat.

Kellan met her gaze intently. “Do you want me to lick you, Sydney?”

“Yes.”

“Put my tongue all the way inside you?”

She trembled. “God, yes.”

“Drink from your pussy until you scream?”

Her trembles turned into raging shivers. She fought her restraints as she writhed before him. “Please.”

His first erotic kiss elicited a swift reaction, one far from fear. She screamed while he sampled her with slow, thorough swipes of his tongue, curling the tip to draw her juice into his mouth. “You’re not sweet.” His breath inflamed her sensitive tissues. “Tangy and hot, but not sweet like your blood.”

My blood? The question roared through her mind. So she’d been right. He had drunk from her, and somehow she was still alive. But she was a slave to pleasure, helpless to form any sounds but mewling cries for release. He pumped a finger inside her, then two, then three, his thumb circling her pounding clit while he tugged and licked her swollen labia.

“God, don’t stop. I’m almost there. Almost—”

“Stop?” His laughter fluttered through her neat landing strip of curls. “Not in this lifetime or any other.”

Her hips rose off the bed. How could she come so fast? She’d awakened afraid and in pain, and now her limbs were weighed down with the liquid heat Kellan had created within her.

She ground against his mouth and squeezed her muscles against the primal onslaught of his thick, talented fingers. “Oh, yes….”

Soon, another mouth joined the fun. Lucas’s teeth clamped over her nipple, and she arched to offer him more. A growl erupted from the man between her legs as she panted out her gratitude. Lucas’s kisses weren’t feral like Kellan’s, but what they lacked in passion they made up with sheer thoroughness. He explored every inch of her breasts. And when the climax hit her, blazing through her core and exploding out to every cell, Lucas claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep in time with Kellan’s persuasive strokes into her quivering channel.

“Goddamn, that’s so good. Give me that tart juice.” The dark head between her thighs lapped at her as if he couldn’t get enough, and her body seemed all too willing to accommodate his request. “Coat my lips with your cream.”

Sydney flailed against the bedsheets, moaning mindlessly. She knew she was slamming her pussy against Kellan’s face, but she couldn’t stop herself. She craved more. Had to have it. Her body already ached with the need to come again.

Kellan continued to explore her folds while Lucas kissed her and plucked at her breasts, playing with them as if they were fascinating toys. Their sensual assault went on and on until she didn’t know how many times she climaxed.

Shudders wracked her frame and perspiration slicked her skin. Her sex tingled as if she’d been singed by a blowtorch.

What had happened to her? She felt as if she’d left her body and floated somewhere above, looking down at where she was spread so brazenly over rumpled sheets while two men—two strangers—touched and licked and possessed her most intimate places.

And she liked it. She exulted every time their hands molded her breasts or caressed her trembling thighs, and especially when Kellan sucked on her pulsing clit. Never had she felt so alive. So free. Their ministrations made the pain recede until her mind drifted into that oddly arousing black space she’d woken up from. A place where she existed without boundaries or rules.

Where she could finally seize her pleasure in the dark.

“More,” she gasped. She broke her kiss with Lucas, unsurprised to see that his mouth was plump and red. They’d gone at each other like wild things. She’d bitten him who knew how many times, and he’d returned the favor until her lips had gone numb. His kisses were amazing, but there was something else she needed more than even Lucas or Kellan’s enthusiastic tongues. She needed those two powerful erections that were waiting for her to reciprocate her lovers’ ardent attention.

“I want you in me.” She swung her gaze to Kellan where he crouched between her thighs, and took in the rapturous sight of his damp mouth.

“Both of you,” she added, defiance clear in her tone. She knew he’d argue with her, even though this had been their idea in the first place. But his mine, mine, mine! attitude emanated from his pores as much as the sensual leather-and-spice scent she knew she’d forever associate with him. “Can you handle that?”

“Better question.” Kellan crawled up the bed, hand by hand, as slowly as a big jungle cat. His erection brushed the triangle of pure sensation between her legs and she cried out, but he didn’t move to rectify the situation. He just smiled that sexy, confident smile that had wrecked her world the first time she’d laid eyes upon him at Pastry ’n’ Joe. “Can you handle it? Two cocks ripping you apart, stroke by stroke?”

He scissored the sharp edge of his teeth over one nipple, then the other as his fingers tangled and pulled on the curls guarding her mound. Tingles erupted deep in her breasts, sizzled like sparks in her sex.

“Lucas in front and me behind you? Is that what you want, Sydney?”

“Why do you get to pick?” Lucas muttered. “Shouldn’t she get to say whom she wants where?”

“He’s right. It’s my choice.” Sydney arched against her bonds and squeezed her legs together, trapping Kellan’s cock between them. He was so hard and hot her skin actually burned from the contact. He hissed out a breath as she rubbed her abundant wetness against him. While his amber eyes flared gold with arousal, her nipple hardened to a desperate peak under his teeth. He was so beautiful and so sure of himself that she didn’t know if she wanted to screw him until they both passed out or make him watch while she rode his friend. He almost deserved it.

“Then choose.” His breath rasped like sandpaper against her breast. “Now.”

“Hmm, maybe it’ll take me a while to decide. Sure you don’t want some more of this?” She leaned up to gyrate her hips against him, ignoring the pull in her wrists. Whatever they’d bound her with held her in place, but the fabric didn’t abrade. With a little finagling, her lips brushed his earlobe. “All my juice gushing over you? Slick and steamy, hugging your dick—”

“Choose.” He growled the word, his eyes singeing her with their intensity. Searing and dangerous, they threatened her with a sexual torment she’d never known before. And oh, how she craved it. “Before the choice is made for you.”

Sydney tossed her hair as his mouth tightened. Pissing him off was almost as fun as having sex with him. Almost. “Guess you can have my back door.”

“Can I now?” He reached down between their bodies and wedged three fingers inside her, grinning as she twisted underneath him. When those coated fingers slipped out to probe between her cheeks, she gasped. Without warning, he inserted one deep into her ass. A second followed before she could acclimate to the first. Damn, everything about him was big. “Sure? Don’t want to scare you.”

“Scare me?” She blew a sweaty strand of her hair out of her eyes. Though she’d had anal sex before, his exploration hurt a bit. He wasn’t taking time to be careful, but she wasn’t about to let him in on her sensitivity back there. “Dream on, vampire.”

The change in his expression clued her in to how right she was. Shit. She hadn’t consciously been thinking that they were vampires—how could they be?—but now that she’d said the word, she could think of nothing else. Except vampires weren’t real. So she had to be imagining things. Maybe she’d conjured this whole unfathomable night.

Kellan wasn’t the one who spoke next. It was Lucas.

“What did you just call him?” The blond man fisted a hand in her hair and turned her face toward his. His bright blue eyes glowed eerily. “What did you just call him?” he repeated when she remained silent. “Goddammit, I asked you a question!”

“Nothing.” Her fear returned with twice the intensity. God, she must be right, as impossible as it seemed. Her throat clogged with an acrid taste, and her eyes blurred with unshed tears. “I didn’t say anything. Let me go!”

“See, Kell, she didn’t forget any of it. You thought her memories would be hazy, but no.” Lucas glared at her. “Crystal-clear recollection.”

“With all your fussing, no wonder.” Kellan stroked his free hand down the curve of her cheek as if she weren’t using all her might to try to buck him off her. Not that it mattered. She didn’t so much as jar his position. “Do you believe in vampires, Sydney?”

“No.” She wouldn’t cry, not in front of them. At least the crazy desire she’d experienced had dissolved in a flood of adrenaline. She couldn’t think when she was in that insane sex thrall. Nothing had ever gripped her like the passion she’d felt mere moments ago. “They’re a myth. Like werewolves and ghosts and—”

“And everything else you stupid humans don’t understand.” Lucas swung off the bed and stalked over to the mini-bar she only now noticed in the corner of the room. He popped the cork on a decanter, and then splashed pale brown liquid into a short glass. “Narrow-minded fools, the lot of you. Sheep. Too blind to see what’s right in front of your faces.”

“Don’t mind him,” Kellan said, rolling his eyes as he pulled his fingers free from her ass and shifted onto the bed beside her. “He’s dealing with a persnickety human female of his own and tends to fall into these brooding moods when reminded of that fact.”

Sydney didn’t speak. Barely even breathed. But her gaze pingponged between them—between Lucas’s angry, pinched countenance and Kellan’s relaxed, almost sanguine one—as if she were watching a down-to-the-wire match at Wimbledon.

Had she somehow wandered into another dimension? One where sexy-as-hell vampires ruled? Vampires who mostly acted normal until they were pushed?

Well, then there was that biting thing. Which she hadn’t even minded before she passed out, come to think of it. The shock that her hitchhiker lover was sucking her blood aside, of course.

“Christ, Kell, why don’t you tell her our goddamn life history?”

“It doesn’t matter. In a few days, our blood will be out of her system, anyway.”

“I’ve never trusted that supposed fail-safe method. Besides, we both know you’re going to change her. You have no choice after what happened.” His voice quieted. “We both know what it means.”

“Don’t tell me what my choices are.”

Change her? Did that mean what she thought it did? She’d read a couple vamp books in high school, and—

“Oh, hell no. You’re not making me one of you.” She pressed her butt into the mattress and tried to make herself smaller, as stupid as that was. Kellan looked upon her with a benign expression, as if he’d expected no less. “Not that I believe you’re really anything but men with…” She racked her brain. What was that term from her college psych class? “Oral fixations.”

Kellan smirked and drew his fingertip down the dripping seam of her cunt. “The only oral I’m fixated on involves your gorgeous pussy.”

Sydney struggled not to squirm as he leisurely fingered her. She cast a quick look at Lucas, who stood at the mini-bar tossing back his drink. His dick was still hard, but he didn’t appear to have Kellan’s interest in finishing things.

“Don’t worry about him,” Kellan said, using his free hand to comb through her snarled hair. “He’ll stop sulking eventually.”

“Sulking?” Lucas snapped his glass onto the bar. “That’s what you call my very valid concern that your pursuit of some ass—literally, in this case—will most likely expose our entire lifestyle to scrutiny? And our people to extinction?”

“Your people? There’s a whole bunch of you freaks who like to suck neck?” She tried to keep her voice steady, but between her rising terror and the stirring of passion from Kellan’s touch, she couldn’t manage the task. Especially when his lazy strokes turned into another session of oral exploration.

She braced her heels on the bed and lifted her hips as the first tremor stole through her. God, was he planning on eating her until she fainted again?

“I see where your priorities lie, Barstow.” Lucas strode toward the bed, his sky blue eyes blazing. She’d glimpsed a similar expression on Kellan’s face, but Lucas had struck her as the more easygoing one. What she’d seen of him before the last few moments hadn’t led her to believe he could look as lethal as he currently appeared.

Then again, she didn’t know him. Didn’t know either of them. And that included the man who always stuffed her tip jar after their nightly exchange of sexy glances and now stuffed her sex with his tongue.

Her core clenched and she bit her lip to stop the scream. Could she actually come again? She’d never had so many back-to-back orgasms in her life.

But Lucas apparently wasn’t content to watch any longer. She braced when he strode closer to loom over her, but he only loosened the binds at her wrists and ankles.

“You’re letting me go?” she whispered, surprised she had enough breath left to form the words. She was panting so hard her ribs threatened to shatter.

His lips twisted as he cocked a brow at his friend, who’d yet to divert his attention from his feast. “Don’t think he’s willing to let you go anywhere, my sweet.”

At Lucas’s comment, Kellan tugged her labia between his teeth. Her head thrashed against the pillow as her clit pounded, warning of her imminent release. She grasped her breasts in her freed hands, squeezing them to quench the need inside her. Her muscles ached from the position she’d held while in her bounds but her arousal overcame everything. Her last trickle of fear—of self-preservation—had evaporated at the first brush of Kellan’s magical mouth on her body.

She didn’t want to escape him, though she knew her very life might be in jeopardy if she did. But how could she want to leave someone who brought her to the peak so effortlessly? Somehow, even in the midst of this crazy, unreal situation, he offered her more ecstasy than she’d ever experienced.

Then he drew his head away.

“No. Dammit, no.” She reared up in bed and seized his hair in her hands, dragging his face to hers with a strength she’d never known she possessed. Their mouths crushed together, tongues thrusting, hands roaming. In the midst of her sex-drenched haze, she felt herself being shifted onto her knees, trapping her between Lucas’s and Kellan’s hard, warm bodies.

She didn’t know much about vampires, but weren’t they supposed to be cold? They sure didn’t feel dead, and they definitely didn’t chill her as their chiseled torsos brushed against her, front and back.

“Your skin….” She gasped the phrase into Kellan’s mouth. Of the two men, his flesh was hotter by miles. “It’s warm. So warm.”

“Passion is the only thing that heats us. Otherwise we’re as cold as the blood that runs in our veins. But here, with you, you give us some of our life back.” He thumbed her hair away from her cheek and nuzzled her ear. “Let us have you.”

His sudden mood shift from ardent and aggressive to sweetly loving jolted her. She shivered as both men rubbed their cocks against her in a slow, persuasive grind.

“You can have me,” she whispered into those sizzling golden eyes, helpless to answer any other way.

Her back arched as two more hands joined in the fray, cupping her butt and then her breasts, touching her as brazenly as Kellan did, but with much more finesse.

She didn’t want finesse. She needed to mate. Now.

Kellan parted her thighs, already drenched with her moisture, and surged inside her. He captured her nipple as she cried out, biting down so hard that her body jerked.

“God, please, don’t make me wait.” Sydney sank her teeth into his corded shoulder while her hands sought to caress every inch of his damp back. Muscles tightened and flexed under her touch, and his cock twitched as he rolled his hips to seat himself deeper. She needed so little, just a few hard strokes, before she started to come. “Yes. Just like that.”

Her arousal coated him as he lifted her and rolled until he was on his back. She straddled him, grateful he was beneath her to support her as she rocked herself into oblivion. Her inner walls clamped around him as another orgasm ripped through her. She fell forward onto his chest. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.” He took her face in his hands, searching her eyes as another erection prodded the crease between her ass cheeks. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

She fought to swallow. To breathe. Captured in the intensity of his gaze, she felt as if she were breaking apart.

Kellan slid out and reentered her slowly. Too slowly. Her throat locked, her moans erupting only when Lucas reached around her to tweak her sore nipples. She bit down on a cry. Oh, yes. Finally. She’d been waiting for this. Two men pleasuring her. Loving her.

Lucas’s hand traveled down her sweat-slicked stomach to her pussy. He dampened his fingers and slid them into her back channel. She panted through the pain, then the pleasure as he smeared her wetness around her narrow passage.

“Oh, shit.” Kellan groaned as she clenched even more around his shaft, vising tight. “You feel…exquisite.” Perspiration streaked down Kellan’s temples, pearled on his cheekbones. “It’s never been like….” She gloried in his gasp. “This.”

Lucas wet his other hand and used her liquid excitement to slicken his shaft before he pushed the swollen head of his cock against her rosette. She cried out, but didn’t stop riding Kellan. Even as the man beneath her tangled his hand in her hair and drew her mouth roughly to his, she thrust back against Lucas, encouraging him to inch farther in.

More. She needed so much more.

“Goddamn, you’re tight.” Lucas’s voice broke. “You feel so good.”

But when she attempted to pull away from Kellan’s lusty kisses, he gripped her shoulders, unmercifully lifting her up and down on his erection. “Look at me. Me.” Again he kissed her, exploring her mouth with the same unchained need she’d felt from him while he ate her pussy. “Only me.”

She whimpered, but only because the ache from Lucas’s stiff length was already morphing into ecstasy. More moisture bathed her channel, flowing over Kellan’s hard-on. He quickened his pace as Lucas did the same, both men groaning.

She reached back to grip Lucas’s tight ass to pull him even deeper. The three began to move as one, skin slapping, cocks sliding in and out in unison as her nails scored whatever flesh she could reach, hard enough to draw blood.

“You can feel him,” she whispered against Kellan’s lips.

He nodded tersely, his features taut and slick. “I feel him. Feel you more.”

Her gasps rose in time with their thrusts. “Feels so good. Yes, harder.”

Her inner tissues burned with friction and her heavy breasts bounced against her chest. Each time they entered her, her body made the most deliciously erotic sounds she’d ever heard. And their raw groans, Lucas’s against her ear and Kellan’s into her mouth, fueled her arousal.

Nothing had ever felt this amazing. Nothing.

Sandwiched between them with Lucas’s lips grazing her neck and Kellan suckling her breasts, she bucked, her mind awash with flashing pinpricks of light and her body caught in a neverending shudder. She raised herself up, slicing each man’s skin with her nails while she struggled to hold on, to keep from simply disintegrating in a puddle of senseless desire.

On and on, they pounded into her. Front, back, expanding, thickening. Filling her. Making her whole.

“Oh, baby.” Kellan rubbed her clit in frantic circles. “I’m gonna blow.” He flexed his torso, rippling his stomach muscles as he pumped into her. His cum jetted deep, scalding her agonizingly sensitive tissues.

Her body blazed with life, with the thrill of this moment, a moment that should have felt dirty and wrong, but felt so very right. And then she was climbing again, her arousal lubricating Kellan’s short, insistent strokes.

Lucas gasped, his erection jerking with each of his thrusts. His breath blew hot over her neck. “So close, sweetheart. Squeeze me just a little more—”

Then he grabbed her hips, heaving so far into her that her whole body shook as he shouted out his release.

Groans erupted in the air, rising into a chant in her mind. “More! Take more.”

Kellan banded his arms around her as the man behind her slid out of her body. She closed her eyes at the sudden emptiness, but then Lucas was holding her hair, lifting it off her shoulders and neck. Somehow she understood what he was doing, and she wanted what would happen next.

She wanted all of it.

Sydney flung her head back and fought not to shake with need as lips circled her throat. Teeth—fangs—landed, piercing her flesh. She moaned as Kellan started to suck, drawing deep. Taking more, just as she’d begged them to do.

Nerves danced under her skin, and her nipples beaded. Every sense heightened. The noises their bodies made as she and Kellan moved together seemed to get louder and the colors of the room stood out in sharp relief. Greens, browns, golds. She smelled sweat and the musk of their joint releases, a shockingly arousing fragrance, and tasted the bitter tang of blood as she bit down on her own tongue. Oh God, she was coming again, just from the pull of his teeth.

Her head lolled against her shoulder. The light show behind her eyelids faded along with the wet sounds of Kellan drinking her dry. But she wasn’t scared. She wanted to be this weightless and dizzy. Free. Finally, she was free.

“Sydney. Look at me.”

She opened her eyes one more time. Kellan lifted his head and she saw his bloody lips peel back, revealing gleaming white fangs streaked red.

Then he lowered his mouth to her neck….