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Another kiss. A slow glide of Cain’s tongue. That soft rumble of sound from deep in the back of his throat that she was definitely terming a purr now.

She leaned into the kiss, loving the rich tang of his⁠—

His head jerked away. “Dammit. Santiago’s coming this way.”

And she sure did love that super hearing of Cain’s, too.

Her fingers quickly smoothed down her skirt. Righted her shirt and the bra that was bunched all over the place. She searched, found her shoes, and slid into them as Cain ditched the condom and righted his jeans. She saw him wrap the condom in tissue, then drop it deep into the bottom of the trash can.

Her thighs squeezed together.

“Here, baby.” Cain put a tissue between her legs. Stroked her gently.

His touch had her nipples tightening again. Her body responded like wildfire to the man. Almost like—like she was in some kind of heat for the guy.

She’d sure as hell never responded so fast or so hard to any of the other lovers she’d had.

He snagged her panties. Started to hand them to her, then stopped and she saw his nostrils flare⁠—

“Give me those!” She snatched them from him. They were still a bit damp, but she wasn’t about to go around without panties for the rest of the day.

Okay, yeah, she’d just had great sex on a desk.

But she needed her panties, dammit!

And, also, he needed to stop sniffing things.

A knock at the door sounded seconds after Miranda had put the panties in place.

“Lawson? What the hell are you doing in there?”

Her cheeks heated as Cain opened the door. “Strategizing with Miranda.”

Oh, was that what they’d been doing?

Santiago grunted and sauntered inside as if he owned the place. Sam would have said that since he was part of the Bureau, Santiago thought he did. Santiago pointed a finger at Cain. “You didn’t give me a status report on the last couple of feeding rooms you checked out.”

Feeding rooms? Some of her passion began to cool. What in the world was a feeding room?

Cain slanted a glance toward Miranda. “No sign of him at the rooms within a hundred-mile radius.”

“What,” she asked quietly, but with a pretty strong suspicion already in her mind, “is a feeding room?” Miranda shifted her stance a bit. Wet panties were so not comfortable.

“Vampire paradise,” Santiago answered. She’d learned over the past few days that although the agent was human, he’d apparently picked up quite a bit of supernatural knowledge while he worked with Cain.

And the longer she was around Cain, the more knowledge she was picking up, too. Her rose-colored glasses had long since broken.

“They feed there,” Cain explained, looking perfectly normal and at ease. As if he hadn’t just had wild sex. Well, his cheeks were a bit flushed, and his gaze held a faint, satisfied gleam when he glanced her way. “They take humans. Blood and bodies.” He shrugged. “Figured if I checked out the nearby rooms, I could either find the bastard or get a lead on him.”

Her eyes narrowed. “So that’s where you’ve been going each night?”

He gave a quick nod.

Huh. She’d heard him creep out for the last two nights, only to return hours later. He hadn’t left her alone. Correction, not completely alone. Santiago had always stayed at the house, though usually when she’d snuck down the hallway, Miranda had just found him snoring on her sofa.

She had so many questions. “These vampires in these rooms…” From the way he described them, feeding rooms sounded basically like vampire bars to her. “Uh, how do they feel about a shifter coming into their territory?”

A sharp laugh escaped Santiago. “They hate it when he comes to play.”