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My little human would never know what it felt like to be unsatisfied again. Too many women had to beg for pleasure. I wanted her to have to beg for it to stop. I wanted to find where she thought her limits were and then push past them to show her how much her body could really take.

An image of her on her knees in front of me flashed into my head. Her cheeks were bright red, her pupils blown wide, and her lips were already kissed swollen.

“Please,” she begged before I nodded, and she wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking like her life depended on it, like she was as desperate for me as I was for her.

When her grey-blue eyes met mine with a silent demand, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I came hard; in my mind, she took it all, swallowing every drop in the strongest orgasm I had ever had.

In the real world, I had just shot cum not only all over my hand but my chest and even the pillow I was resting on.

I couldn’t stop; more and more came from me until my back bowed, and I had to grit my teeth to hold in a roar of pleasure. Finally, it subsided, and I grabbed my shirt to clean it up.

It took me less than ten minutes to clean up, lie back in bed, and for exhaustion to overtake me.

“Open up, police.” The words were followed by banging, which made me sit up straight, jolted out of sleep. My room was filled with sunlight, telling me I’d slept through the night for the first time in I didn’t even know how long.

The banging came again, and I realized it was from the front door. I got up and found a clean shirt and pants, sliding them on.

“Police, open up now, or we’re coming in,” the voice said again from the front door.

Fuck, that little arrogant ass wipe elemental must’ve called the goddamn cops, and now I was going to get arrested for assault.

Liz

DEATH OF A HALFLING

“Elizabeth,” Cal’s deep voice purred in my ear as he kissed my neck again.

I waited, knowing his fangs were about to slide into my skin and give me the most euphoric feeling. My skin tingled with anticipation, my blood raced through my veins, and the breath I held burned in my lungs. His hot breath on my sensitive skin sent a shot of electricity through my body, straight to my core.

His touch, his bite, everything about him made me feel full of life and power. I wanted more.

“Elizabeth,” he whispered again. “Open up, police.”

What?

Confusion clouded my mind, and I felt my consciousness float out of my dream back to reality. I fought it with everything I had. Just five more minutes! Then I heard the banging on the front door and sat up in bed. No one with good news or intentions ever banged on a front door like that.

It was early. The sun was shining through my windows, and I could hear the birds singing outside. My room was still cool, and the heat of the day hadn’t really started yet.

The banging came from downstairs again, followed by a demanding voice, “Open up.”

I had no idea who was at my door, but they’d interrupted a really good dream.

“Coming!” I called, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. If whoever was at my door had come ten minutes later, maybe I would’ve been coming in the way I really needed. I pushed the thought out of my head and got dressed as quickly as possible.

When I got downstairs, a cop was standing in front of my door, arms propped up on his hips impatiently and his uniform stretched over his enormous belly. The buttons looked like they were holding on for dear life. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back and his mustache made him look like the stereotype of every corrupt cop from TV sitcoms.

I didn’t recognize him, which was odd. I knew almost every cop in the area. Or at least I had before New Nebraska was formed. Party because it was a small town and most of the crime happened in Omaha, not in its suburbs. But mostly because before he gave his life to alcohol, my father was a cop. Even after he was forced to retire, every single one of his cop buddies would come over in uniform and help my father drink himself to death.

It really wasn’t their fault, but I was still going to blame them.

This man, however, I had never seen. He must have been one of the supernatural cops. That explained why I didn’t know him, and I would have betted the uniform he was wearing belonged to someone else or was a spare until one in his size came in.

“Good morning, officer,” I said, offering him a bright smile. “How can I help you?”

“It always takes you this long to answer the door?” I hated the way his eye scrutinized my body, almost as much as I hated the way they stopped on my throat where Cal had left tiny puncture marks the night before. That’s when I noticed the red. On Cal, that little red ring around his irises was sexy. It gave him an air of mystery and danger. On this cop, it made him look just plain mean.

“No, Sir. I apologize. I was having a lazy morning, and I was still in bed.”

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