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none of this vampire mating shit. I m not a gorilla. I want a real
wedding.
He groaned and rolled his head back in protest, but then lowered
his gaze to hers once again and smiled.  It will have to be a nighttime
wedding.
Sarah laughed.  I love you, Rajmund.
 Yes, you do, he said smugly. She glared at him until he relented
and admitted,  I love you, too.
He kissed her at length, savoring the knowledge that she was his.
 I just have one question, he said at last. Her eyes opened wide.
 How long have you and Emelie been plotting against me?
Sarah laughed and began to move against him.  This . . . She
arched her back, sliding herself on and off his hardening cock.  . . . is
not a plot, my lord. I think we need to refresh your memory a bit.
Raj growled, rolling them over and forcing her down to the bed,
driving himself deep inside her.  I see you need to learn your place,
little one. And that is beneath your master.
Sarah slipped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.
 I love you, master.
Raj smiled as the phone rang. He reached across her to dig his cell
out of the pocket of his pants which lay on the floor. He checked the
ID.  Emelie, he answered, not waiting for her to say anything.  Clear
my schedule for the next three days. Sarah s eyes widened as he
began thrusting slowly in and out of her.  And, Em? Thank you.
Epilogue
Malibu, California
Cyn leaned forward, smiling as she read the latest e-mail from
Sarah. It tickled her that Sarah and Raj had gotten together. And at the
same time, she was delighted to have a friend who truly understood
what it meant to be mated to a vampire. Or soon-to-be married, in
Sarah s case. Cyn pursed her lips thoughtfully, trying to figure out the
best way to convince Raphael they should go to the wedding. Damn
vampires were so prickly with one another, especially now that Raj had
taken over his Sire s territory.
She pushed back from the computer and picked up a bottle of
water, tilting her head back and drinking deeply. With no fresh air,
Raphael s underground lair tended to be cool and a little too dry. Still,
she preferred to work here during the day, while he slept on the other
side of the room. She usually slept with him the first few hours, and
then worked awhile, finally ending up back in bed with him before
sunset. He liked to have her there when he woke, and she didn t exactly
mind, either, since
She froze, taking the bottle slowly away from her mouth and setting
it blindly on the desktop as she turned to stare into the deep shadows
over the bed. She d heard . . . Her mind raced trying to recreate the
precise sound and couldn t do it. There shouldn t be any noise at all.
Raphael always slept perfectly still. She stood and walked over to the
bed, her breath catching in her throat when she heard something again,
but this time . . . Was that a groan?
 Raphael? Her voice cracked with tension, her heart pounding
fiercely inside her chest. He groaned louder, a sound of such anguish
and pain that she threw herself onto the high bed in a panic, crawling
over to him, reaching out blindly in the darkness to touch his face. Her
lungs constricted in fear and she scrambled back to the bedside lamp,
snapping it up to its brightest setting, before spinning around to examine
his face in full light.
It was covered in blood. Cyn screamed,  Raphael!
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