But he held me back with his hands on my shoulders, while I struggled to close that distance. That's what they called it, gaze-induced blood taking. They called backup and entered. Now, suddenly, Nathaniel wasn't letting me ignore that need anymore.
Happy thoughts, Nathaniel said, and he wrapped both his hands around one of mine. He saw a woman in boots and a short skirt and a leather jacket and said, Club's closed for the night, you won't be working. Jean-Claude was all black fur and velvet against white skin. He pointed the claws downward, and I felt his muscles flex against the side of my body.
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