“Oh, my god!” Natasha shrieked.

Where?

What?

In the next room. Titan leapt out of bed almost falling on his ass because the sheet was wrapped around him. He pulled the thing off as he ran to the kitchen almost taking out the door.

Natasha gasped. “What’s wrong? Why …?”

“Fuck!” he groaned, clutching a hand to his chest and trying to catch his breath. He leaned against the counter. “I thought they had you. Fuck!” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh … sorry.” She widened her eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Well you did. Shit! I almost had a freaking heart attack.”

“I’m sorry.” Her brows were raised. “It’s just … I spotted this.” She lifted the pie dish out of the fridge using both hands. “It’s unreal. I thought you said you didn’t go to any trouble.”

“No trouble.” It had taken him an hour to make. He’d actually quite enjoyed it. “I followed the recipe and …” He smiled. “That website raved about this particular dessert. They said females love cheesecake. Especially raspberry cheesecake with white chocolate topping. It was guaranteed to help a male get lucky.”

She leaned against the fridge. “Lucky, huh?” Her smile widened. “And you didn’t even need it in the end.”

“The sun hasn’t risen just yet. It could still get me some action.”

“No, it hasn’t and yes, it could.” Her greedy little eyes were on his dick, which had risen quite substantially. He loved how she looked at him. How she couldn’t seem to get enough. The feeling was mutual. Her hair was a wild tangle from all of their rutting. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. She scented strongly of him. He liked it, a little too much.

Then she looked down at the cheesecake, a look of longing on her face.

“How about we eat and then you can show me how much you appreciate all the effort.”

She smiled. “That sounds really good.” Titan noticed how good she looked in his t-shirt. She drowned in the thing but he loved seeing her in it. Titan walked over and took the pan from her.

“So …” She swirled her finger into the cake and licked. Fuck if his dick didn’t take notice. “You have a thing for coming to my rescue completely naked.”

“And you love it.” He brushed his lips against hers.

“I live for it.” She kissed him. “I might just fake attacks more often,” she whispered against his mouth. Then she pulled back and her eyes clouded when she realized that there wouldn’t be a next time. He felt it too. Within moments, she pulled herself together. “It’s not like anyone would attack anyway.” She quickly moved on.

“They could.” He sobered in an instant. The thought of those fuckers going after Natasha pissed him the hell off.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right. Not with a big, burly vampire in the house.”

“They could bring silver. They know what silver does to us and it isn’t pretty. I would be useless to you.”

“Then I’ll shoot them full of holes.”

“Yeah right.” He looked at her pointedly. “Where’s your Glock?”

“It’s in my purse, which is …” She pointed at her purse on the floor in the lounge. Oops! Bad move. “I guess I was distracted. It’s your fault.”

“From here on out you wear the thing, starting right now. You might only be here for a few more hours but I want you safe.”

“I can’t exactly wear it in the shower.”

“Take it with you then, smartass.” He leaned forward and nipped at her ear.

“Ow!” she laughed.

Shit! He needed to watch with the biting. Being with her felt so natural, he was inclined to just sink his teeth in. His gums throbbed at the thought.

“I’ll go and get my holster then, it’s in my bedroom.” She palmed his dick and he groaned.

“You do that,” his voice was deep. “I’ll cut us some cheesecake. I’m afraid it’ll be a small slice.”

Natasha giggled and turned back. “Don’t forget the milk. It can be a midnight snack.”

He looked at the clock. “More like early morning snack.”

She gave a tight nod before looking ahead and disappearing into the bedroom with her purse. He got to work cutting and plating the dessert.

Time was flying. Right now, he hated each and every tick of the clock. It was going too quickly. They’d fallen asleep after fucking three times. He hadn’t meant to, the plan had been to make the most of every minute, but holding her in his arms had brought such peace. There was no damned way he was sleeping again though. They could talk and touch, there would be lots of touching … he wasn’t done … not by a long shot. A couple more hours would have to be enough though.

“Where’s my cheesecake?” She came bounding into the room just as he was pouring the milk.

“Here you go.” He handed her a plate and a fork.

“Mmmmmmm ….” The sound went straight to his cock. “That looks so good.”

“It certainly does.” He was looking at her. There was a telltale bulge under her left arm. The idea of her wearing her gun turned him on. He was a sick bastard. “Let’s eat … quickly.”

Natasha laughed. “I’m savoring every bite.” She picked up her glass of milk.

“No problem! Savor away.” He grinned. “But I have to warn you to be careful, no choking.”

“Why on earth would I choke?” They walked through to his room.

“You’ll be savoring those last few bites with my cock inside you.”

Her mouth fell open. “Are you always this crass?”

He nodded. “I say what I mean and mean what I say. Call that crass if you want. I know you like it though.”

“How would you know that?” They sat on the edge of the bed. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I can scent your arousal. You’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” Natasha squirmed. “Yes, okay … yes, I am … Let’s eat quick.” The scent grew stronger making his balls pull up, even though he had yet to touch her.

Natasha took her first bite and moaned. “Oh, my good golly! This is good.” She spoke around her food.

He also took a bite. It was good but he could think of other things he’d like on his tongue way more.

She took a second bite and put her fork down on the plate. “I know we agreed not to talk shop but there’s something I’ve been meaning to chat with you about.”

“Right now?”

“We’re eating right now so, I may as well mention it. I am leaving in the morning so …” she let the sentence die, her eyes clouding for a moment.

He nodded, feeling like the biggest asshole alive.

Natasha licked the edge of her mouth. “This whole case is taking its sweet time. You do realize that this mole may never make themselves known. They have their bugs set up, they’re listening in. They’re sitting tight.”

He made a sound of agreement. “I knew it would take time ‒ months even.”

“Could take forever, and that’s the thing … why not force their hand? Flush them out.”

“You mean a set-up? Give them bogus information and then intercept?”

“Yeah, that could work too.” She raised her brows. He could see that she was thinking it over.

“I thought of that and it wouldn’t help. All it would do is solidify the fact that we have a mole, which we know already. We still wouldn’t know who they were. We’d catch guys like the ones who broke into your hotel suite. It would be the guys on the end of the chain. The little fish.” He sighed. “I want the SOB on the inside.”

“Yup, that’s why you need to be a little craftier. You get devices called auto jammers. They are designed to prevent audio bugs from transmitting. It would be a simple case of strategically placing one. I would suggest the sheriff’s office, based on our recordings, that’s where the most information is to be garnered by outsiders. It’s the transmitter they need the most since the sheriff has his finger on every pulse.”

Titan nodded. “Okay, so we stop the bug in his office from transmitting but how is that going to flush out the mole?”

“We’re also going to set up a wireless, spy camera in the sheriff’s office, aiming it at his desk. We’ll leave all the other bugging equipment in working order so that it will seem like that one device failed. Hopefully—”

It was brilliant! Titan choked out a laugh. “The mole will hopefully be forced into replacing the transmitter and we’ll catch him on film!”

“Exactly.” Natasha put her plate down on the side-table and took a sip of her milk.

“Why didn’t I think of that? Why didn’t we do it sooner?” He put his own plate down.

“It would’ve been suspicious if their bug failed the same day as we arrived. Might still be a bit suspicious.”

“You’re a genius! I think it’ll work. In fact,” he pulled her towards him, “I’m sure of it.” He placed her across his lap and put his arms around her.

“No, not a genius. It’s my job, remember? I work with this kind of stuff every day. I should have thought about it sooner … guess I had other things on my mind.”

“Like what?” His gaze dropped to her lips. He was liking the whole kissing thing. He found himself wanting to mate with her mouth all of the time. It was a first for him. The kissy stuff didn’t serve a purpose. He’d been with females in the past purely for mutual pleasure. It was different with Natasha, he found himself wanting to touch her and not just sexually. Wanting to be with her and not just for this.

“A certain vampire and his big cock may have taken up a large chunk of my cognitive thinking.” She looked at him from under her lashes.

“You had wicked thoughts about my cock?”

She nodded. “Hell yeah! I touched myself every day thinking about what you could do to me if you ever unleashed that thing on me.” She straddled him.

Titan let his head drop back. He groaned. “I wish I could have been a fly on the wall when you were touching yourself. If it helps any, I was probably pulling myself around the room just thinking about being inside your snug pussy.”

She leaned in and kissed him. It was both hungry and tender. Her sex was flush against him, she was wet for him. So very wet. Natasha put her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself. Titan kept his eyes on hers. Using one hand, he gripped her hip. He positioned his tip at her opening with the other. They both groaned as she sank down on him. She worked herself up and down his cock, slowly sinking down deeper. Natasha threw her head back and closed her eyes. She bit down on her lip.

It didn’t get much better. Only blood would take it up a couple of notches. That was it. She finally sank all the way down. Titan gripped the hem of her shirt. Natasha was breathing heavily. She lifted her arms so that he could pull it off.

“By blood,” he groaned. “You look amazing with that on.”

“I thought you didn’t like guns.” She touched the holstered weapon under her arm.

“I’ve changed my mind.” His dick twitched inside her. Her black leather holster had a strap going over each shoulder. It had a Velcro tab holding the thing on, the strap ran under her breasts, which were bare and so fucking lush. Titan leaned forward and suckled on one of her nipples. She squirmed on his dick. Unable to hold back any longer, he sat upright and took a hold of her hips. Then he began fucking her from below. Grinding into her tight as fuck pussy.

Natasha made the most beautiful noises. She didn’t hold back. Her fingers dug into her shoulders. She gave as good as she got, bouncing on his cock like it was her lifeline.

Her breasts bounced hard with each thrust. So full and lush … even more stunning than he had ever imagined. Her head was still flung back, her neck was long and slender. Her pulse raced. Her scent. Her moans. Her body. Her. He clenched his teeth.

He was grunting loudly. Making so much noise he should be embarrassed but he didn’t give a fuck. It had never been this good. Too damned good. He wasn’t going to last. Not with her looking like that. Not with how she felt. Not with how he felt about her. Using his thumb, he stroked her swollen clit. Soft and fast. Then she was yelling as her pussy tightened around him. Strangling the fuck out of him. So tight. So hot. So wet. He growled as hot jets of come erupted. More come than he thought possible. Especially after rutting so many times already. His growl turned into a groan and he buried his head in her neck, having to fight off the need to bite, to suck, to fuck her harder. To hear her scream with the unbridled pleasure that only drinking from her would bring.

Titan grit his teeth to the point of pain. It was hard to keep his mouth closed over his fangs which had to look scary. They were that long and sharp. He breathed in deeply through his nose, trying to tame his raging thirst.

It didn’t help that Natasha was still moving, up and down. She was still moaning softly as her pussy fluttered with the last of her orgasm. Her breasts were soft against his chest. Her nipples still hard, rubbing against him. Their ragged breathing was loud in the small space. It filled the whole room.

“I want more,” she whispered.

He wasn’t sure whether she was talking about sex or their time together. “Me too,” he whispered against her soft skin.