A thought cut through my mind, He isn't a man. I felt him stir, like a sleeper disturbed by a dream. We all stood in a line as we'd been drilled. The feel of that tiny gliding touch, the sight of it easing down my skin, made me shiver.
He sucked and pulled until my nipple was tight and thick under his touch. They seemed to consider me almost more dangerous than the vampires. He balled his good hand into the torn front of his T-shirt and pulled. He ran out the door, and they both turned to follow.
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