Vampires had long ago been Nott's preferred partners. Life was easier not to get involved with a mortal. Diana's experience proved that point perfectly. All the better if the vampire in question had an underlying danger to him.

Even in their silence, with only the growls and grunts to fill the air, she could sense who and what he was beneath. His beast matched her own in intensity and weight, fueling her forward to fuck him with all the primal instinct she could muster.

Her cries became more desperate, more pleased. Her nails raked down his back, marking and claiming him in her own way.