I smelled vanilla and felt something thick and warm glide over my skin. Mendez with his rifle, trying to find a shot in the mess. She'd beat everything else out of him over more centuries than most vampires ever survived. He was right.
He rotated his hips and rubbed back and forth between my legs. Something swimming out of the murk, coming into focus. I wasn't being callous, it just never entered my mind. The leopardman hesitated, growling.
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