Chloe blinked awake, bare and alone in the sprawling bed. She glanced around just as Arran strolled in, wearing nothing but his boxers.
“Made coffee,” he said casually, sitting down beside her. He placed a cup on the nightstand, but before he could settle, her hand shot up, pulling him into a kiss. The cup tumbled as he shifted, hovering over her.
“Chloe,” he breathed, pulling back slightly. “What’s this about?”
She didn’t answer, just guided his head to her neck. He bit her, and she gasped, arching into him. What followed wasn’t part of any plan. Chloe felt herself slipping, losing control. She wanted him. Why, she couldn’t say, especially when her heart still clung to Hunter.
Bloodlust, consumed Arran as he pulled her closer. Chloe mounted him, feeling his hardness beneath her. Their
