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Sanctuary

Leaning against the wall for support Harper released a shallow breath, her lungs struggling to take in oxygen.

"Are you okay?" The slender brunette sitting on a small pile of pillows asked.

"Fine." Harper croaked, even though it was a bald faced lie. She was anything but fine.

Midway through the photo shoot Harper staggered into the bathroom after the amateur model pointed out that she was bleeding from her shoulder. Looking into the mirror Harper found another wound closer to the middle of her back just as her ability to breath became impossible. Kiev was in danger. The thought crossed her mind as she caught her breath again and afterwards as she watched her wounds fade away leaving her blood stained blouse as the only evidence of her wounds. Although she still felt bitter about Kiev's abrupt departure when she was willing to give herself to him in order to heal Harper couldn't ignore the sense of dread she felt.

Kiev didn't look well last time she saw him and the momentary pain Harper felt from those injuries weren't mild. Kiev was injured and in serious pain, he needed healing. Her heart constricted painfully at the thought of Kiev wandering into his feeding club and healing from one of the many willing females. He's in pain, she reminded herself but it didn't lessen the sense of betrayal she felt.

Focus. Turning her attention back towards the brunette sitting before her Harper lifted the camera up when a loud crashing sound came from the bedroom. The model on the floor squeaked and grabbed a pillow to cover her cleavage before sending Harper a concerned look.

  Pulling the camera over her head, Harper motioned for the woman to remain in the living room as she slowly tip toed towards her bedroom. Despite the slight hampering of her heart against her ribs, Harper's expression remained neutral. She couldn't let her fear show. Someone might have broken into her apartment and it might not be your ordinary human burglar.

   With her shoulders steeled and her chin lifted in defiance Harper entered her bedroom to see a body sprawled out across the foot of her bed, gripping the bedsheets as his body slowly slid to the ground. Although the intruder had his face buried in the rumpled sheets Harper took one glance at the disheveled ebony hair and her fear doubled but not for her own wellbeing.

  Dropping beside the fallen body Harper wrapped her arm around his chest and mustered all her strength as she stood. Her legs wobbled beneath her as she took careful steps around the bed, her fingers shaking as they grazed a sticky patch of exposed flesh. Bile rose in her throat and her head felt light, threatening to ruin her shaky exterior by fainting. Tampering the sudden urge to puke Harper dragged the limp body to the left side of her bed and without caring about the damage the blood would do to her sheets she set the body down gently.

   Kiev groaned as she grabbed his feet and heaved them up onto the mattress. Stepping back Harper ran a shaky hand through her hair as her eyes slid across the blood smeared across Kiev's clothing, splattered in his hallow cheeks and covering his hands. Harper didn't doubt he was in a fight, the wounds and different shades of blood hinted that it was a supernatural creature. Or creatures, she corrected as she spotted purplish mush and multiple abnormal flesh beneath his nails.

"Is everything alright in there?"

   The question from the other room pierced her thoughts and brought her to reality. Sparing a quick glance at Kiev's unconscious body on her bed Harper knew she shouldn't leave him in this state but she couldn't allow her client to walk in and see him either. Ignoring the voice that told her to remain with Kiev, Harper rushed out into the living room to where the model remained sitting.

"Can we postpone?" Harper blurted.

  The brunette's shapely brows dipped. "Sure. Is everything okay?" She asked as her eyes skimmed over her blood stained blouse.

"Actually no, it's not." The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them and her eyes watered as she thought of Kiev in the other room. "I don't feel too good." She added.

   Puzzled and concerned the model stood up and turned to put on her maxi dress. Her movements were too slow in Harper's opinion but she restrained from shoving the dress over her head like she was a child. Instead Harper collected her shoes, sweater and bag from the counter and shoved the items in her arms. Placing a hand on the small of her back Harper gently nudged the stunned woman towards the front door.

"All services will be on the house." Harper offered as she opened the door and shoved her out into the hall.

"Really?" The model beamed happily.

"Yes, whatever you want. It's all free." Harper said. With a rushed take care she slammed the door shut, locked it and raced back into her bedroom.

  Placing a hand over her quivering bottom lip she made her way to the side of the bed. Her gaze blurred with tears as she took in his battered figure, his skin littered with bruises and dark scars that were slowly healing. Swallowing hard Harper raced into the bathroom nearby, grabbed the first aide kit from beneath the sink and snatched a couple of towels from the towel rack.

Stumbling back into the bedroom Harper swiped everything off the nightstand and placed the first side kit in replace of them. Rubbing her sweaty palms on the side of her jeans she grabbed the top of his dress shirt noting two buttons were missing from the top and began undoing the remainder of his shirt.

Kiev groaned as she slipped her hands to his shoulders and slid the smooth fabric down his arms. Biting her bottom lip Harper looked up to see Kiev's brows pulled together, his expression one of anguish. Breathe in and out, she scolded herself as the metallic scent of blood tickled her nostrils. Her stomach recoiled in disgust as she spotted three gashes, one in the middle of his chest and two identical larger wounds on his left side just above his abdomen.

Opening the first aid kit Harper pulled out a miniature bottle of rubbing alcohol and one of the towels. Placing one hand on his shoulder Harper poured the alcohol on the wound on his chest. Kiev arched upwards, a muffled growl tore from his lips as forest green veins appeared around the wound.

Cursing loudly Harper placed the bottle down and covered the foaming gash with the towel. Kiev withered beneath her, his silent groans slicing at her heart. She knew he was holding back as he turned his face into the bedsheets and released a muffled sound that caused the bedpost to tremble.

With shaking fingers Harper slipped her hand into the front of her jean pocket and retrieved her cellphone. Dialing Elena's number Harper pressed the phone to her ear. Harper's chest rose and fell heavily as she watched Kiev twist to the side revealing the stab wound on his left shoulder, the skin puckered with angry purple veins stretching outwards like claws towards his neck.

   Harper's heart sank as the ringing halted only to be replaced by a voicemail message. She redialed hoping Elena would pick up this time but was met with the same voicemail. Frustrated and scared Harper slammed her phone on the nightstand and turned back to Kiev.

  He had bled beneath him, his dark blood seeping through the comforter and sheets. His forehead damp with sweat that trickled down his pale gray face, his entire body shaking with pain as he positioned himself back onto his back. His glossy green eyes collided with her tear filled brown ones and the man had the audacity to crack a smile.

"It's alright, I'll be fine after some rest." He croaked.

  Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip in an attempt to keep from bursting into tears Harper stood up and made her way into the kitchen. Retrieving a large bowl she filled it with hot water, grabbing a handful of kitchen towels along with her before making her way back to the bedroom. Unsure of what exactly she could do to help him Harper dropped to her knees and dunked one of the towels in the steaming water. Ignoring the burning of her skin she pulled the towel out, making sure to squeeze the excess water before she swiped it across his chest. Gently she began to clean away the blood and grim from his body, taking care around his wounds that only seemed to darken by the minute she unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers and slipped it off his shoulders. With Kiev's assistant she managed to pull off his slacks leaving Kiev naked on the sheets.

   His mangled clothes lay thrown beside the bloodied towels she used to clean him up at the foot of the bed along with his shoes. Harper had just cleaned the dried blood from his right hand when suddenly Kiev groaned, his entire body shaking as he curled up on the bed, clawing at his back in vain. Stretching over his withering form Harper gasped at what she saw. The stab wound on his back had grown double in size, the angry veins now coating his entire back like weeds in a garden they entwined and spread all across his papery skin.

  Snatching her phone from the nightstand she tried Elena once more and found no answer yet again. With a whimper she tossed the phone aside not caring that it landed behind her with a loud thunk. What do I do?

    Through tear filled eyes she stared at the wound wondering how she could stop the poison from spreading when a cool hand covered her own. Meeting Kiev's concerned gaze Harper felt her heart tear in two at the agonizing pain she saw etched into his features, the furrow of his brow as he struggled to sit up. He winced when his back touched the headboard but didn't attempt to move.

"How do I help you?" She asked, her voice cracking slightly.

  His fingers tightened over hers as he gave a slight squeeze. "Come here." He grunted softly.

    Scooting closer to his side Harper was surprised when he slid a hand beneath her elbow and nudged her up to her feet. Encircling his frail arms around her hips Kiev tugged her down until she tumbled awkwardly onto the bed beside him. Pulling her closer to his side Kiev buried his face in her hair and sighed in content.

"I hope this I'm not hallucinating." He mumbled against her hair.

Squeezing her eyes shut against the sudden jolt of lava slashing across her back Harper knew that the pain was only a fraction of what Kiev was suffering through. It took a few moments but when the burning slowly faded away Harper couldn't help but tilt her chin upwards and stare at him. Although his eyes were closed she knew he wasn't asleep, his brows were pulled together in response to his injuries and the way he pressed his lips together firmly told her just how much pain he was actually in and it broke her heart.

You could heal him, her huntress said in a harsh whisper almost sounding annoyed by Harper's lack of action.

Pushing away from Kiev's side Harper thought about being with Kiev intimately again and shuddered at the thought of putting herself in a vulnerable position. To open herself to Kiev and possibly heartbreak again. Could she risk her heart or her life?

Kiev hissed, his back arching in reaction to the spreading poison. His fingers dug into her hips as if needing her support to get through the pain.

Sucking in an uneven breath she knew the answer and without hesitation reached done to unbutton her blouse with shaky fingers. Sliding the light fabric down her arms she tossed it to the corner of the room and pulled away from his searching arms. Kiev's eyes snapped open, a look of concern etched into his face as he stretched his arms out in an attempt to bring her back to his side when his eyes settled on her bra.

His soft green eyes snapped up to meet her uncertain gaze. Although he remained silent Harper could see the questions crossing his mind as he watched her.

Unclasping the brass button of her jeans Harper shimmied out of the skin tight jeans and shucked the denim aside. Standing before him in her white cotton panties and hot pink bra Harper never felt as self conscious as she did in that moment standing before his hungry gaze. His molten stare slid along her breasts, over her full hips and round bottom before those dark green orbs clashed with her soft brown eyes.

Her heart pounded furiously against her rib cage, her breathing uneven as she placed one knee on either side of his hips and sat awkwardly on his lap. Gripping a fistful of the soiled sheets beneath him Kiev growled startling an already trembling Harper.

"You're scared." He bit off gruffly.

Terrified, she corrected mentally but didn't bother uttering the words out loud. What other solution was there? Elena wasn't answering and the first aid kit was about as useful as a brick, she was outbid options.

Sucking in a lungful of air she released it along with any doubt. Glancing down at the thin, blood stained flesh beneath her Harper felt her stomach lurch. Ignore the blood, she told herself and quickly averted her gaze to his clenched fist instead. The sight of his gray, nearly transparent skin encouraged her to tentatively grab his cöck.

Wrapping her fingers around the soft member Harper felt him shudder. Rolling her hand slowly down his length, pausing at his base for a moment before she made her way back up. He wasn't as hard as she was accustomed to when they were intimate reminding her this wasn't for pleasure but rather survival.

The reminder loomed over her like a dark cloud, strengthening her resolve as she pumped his cöck. At first her rhythm was steady paced and gentle with the intention to not hurt him in case he was sensitive considering his injuries but as she continued to jerk him off Kiev moaned. His arousal grew harder in her palm, the silky skin growing hotter as she tightened her fingers around him and pumped him faster. Every couple of strokes she rolled the pad of her thumb down the slit of his cöck causing his hips to thrust upwards causing a warmth to spread along her lower regions. It wasn't the burning desire Kiev enticed from her normally but it was a start.

With the hopeful thought in mind Harper used her free hand to massage his heavy sacs as her other hand continued to jerk him off. She rubbed, pumped, squeezed his cöck, tracing every inch of him until his member stood erect. Despite the sensuality of the moment Harper didn't feel prepared to take him inside her. She was barely wet, let alone aroused enough to fully enjoy the act but as she lifted her gaze up to Kiev face she caught a glimpse of the still bleeding gash on his chest. The sheets were drenched in his ink like blood which hadn't stopped nor slowed down.

Although he didn't say or do much other than moan and jerk his hips upwards as she jerked him off Harper could still see his underlying discomfort.

Do it, her huntress all but growled. Gulping nervously Harper slid forward on his lap minding his injuries she brought her right hand to her mouth and sucked on her fingers. With a shaky hand she started to rub her tingling clït. A low humming started in her core as she teased her outer lips with her moist finger tips but she couldn't seem to part from reality and get into the moment.

After a few minutes of rubbing Harper felt Kiev twitch in her hand, his steel like cock throbbing as a shudder racked his frail figure. Pulling her hand away from her slightly moist entry Harper lifted her gaze and found Kiev gritting his teeth, his expression one of pain. At first she thought it was due to the fact that she was quiet literally masturbating on top of him but then she saw the thick violet veins stretching out from behind his right shoulder, like tiny snakes they slithered slowly toward the center of his chest.

Gripping his erection with both hands she guided him into her knowing they didn't have much time to waste. Inch by inch she took his guttural length, wincing as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth until he was hilt deep inside her. Harper sat on top of him fully aware of the fact that she wasn't wet enough for this not to hurt but also that Kiev didn't have much time left. Through the link they shared she felt his exhaustion, the burning of his flesh and the mind numbing pain as the poison inched closer to his heart. She felt his reluctance to do this, his concern for her and the fear of death.

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip she lifted her hips slowly, wincing as his cöck twitched inside of her tight walls. Kiev groaned, the sound more of one in pain than pleasure. Tears pricked her vision as she realized she had to speed it up. Placing her hands on his discolored torso Harper began a steady and somewhat quick tempo despite the burning discomfort she felt in her lower regions.

"Stop." Kiev grunted painfully. "You are in pain." He added gruffly.

Squeezing her eyes shut she knew he was right, nothing about riding an injured bleeding man was arousing but when she thought of stopping she saw Kiev's lifeless body before her and that image alone motivated her to push through the discomfort. Instead of succumbing to the pain Harper blindly slid her hands to his sides and grasped his thin wrists and guided his frail hands on top of her thighs, across her stomach and up to her breasts.

Her breath caught in her throat as she placed his palms over her breasts, urging him to cup her as if they were in the heat of the moment, silently pleading for him to bring forth the burning desire that would serve to rid them both of their pain. When his fingers gave a weak squeeze Harper whimpered and squeezed her fingers so his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts.

"Touch me Kiev. I want to feel you." She pleaded as she quickened the tempo of her thrusts in the hopes that he'd start moving inside her. "I want to feel you inside me."

Kiev groaned, the sound resembling an injured animal in pain than a man having sëx. Fighting back her disappointment Harper understood he was too weak to cooperate in this strange foreplay but she needed him, she wasn't aroused. Kiev needed her to be aroused, to feed off of her pleasure, she had to be.

   Sliding one of his hands between her thighs where they were conjoined, she pressed his slack fingers against her burning clit. Refusing to open her eyes and see Kiev in such a vulnerable state Harper forced her mind to conjure up a different scenario where Kiev wasn't clinging on to life by a thread. No, in the false reality she created Kiev was very much healthy. He was his normal charming, devilishly handsome man who could melt her heart with his tender touch, full pink lips and those skillful hands.

   Swallowing past the lump in her throat Harper tightened her grip on his hand that still cupped her breast. "I need you to help me." She whispered softly.

   Her request was met with a grunt and the slightest of a twitch of his fingers against her nïpple. Tears burned the back of her lids as she continued to rock against his throbbing erection, refusing to accept the situation. She could save him, she will save him.

Cool fingers grazed her upper arms startling her and forcing her eyes to snap open. Kiev's dark shadows hissed softly raise her, their wiry tentacle like hands stroked her bare shoulder as they slid across her collarbone and down to the valley between her breasts. With a firm touch the shadows glided over her free breast and captured the soft nipple in their grip.

Gasping Harper felt a liquid warmth rush forward in awareness to the solid and strong touch.

"I told you, they are yours to command." Kiev said as he leaned further against the headboard for support.

Swallowing past the lump in her throat she glanced at the dark shadows that contrasted with her creamy skin. The shadows are a part of Kiev and could invoke the same burning passion.

Mindful to avoid of his wounds Harper bent forward, her breast pressing against his as she gently glided against his chest. Her nipples perked as she stretched forward like a cat. Kiev hissed in response, his expression softening as Harper came face to face with him.

Leaning forward Harper brushed her lips across his in a teasing kiss meant to entice them both. "Don't give up." She pleaded against his mouth when she felt his hands fall limply back to his sides.

In response to her plea the shadows stretched their twig like tips towards her face and with a feather like touch they stroked her jaw. The small action in itself caused her lips to stretch into a sad smile, it was meek but there was hope.

   Harper kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek and jaw. She peppered kisses down the column of his neck until she reached his throat. Nibbling in the tender skin at the base of his neck she lifted her hips, finding a gentler and more sensual rhythm. Slowly she pulled up allowing only his tip to remain inside of her and leisurely slid back down. She took her time sliding up and down his cock, while she nipped, sucked and kissed his neck.

  Meanwhile the shadows caressed her skin, their chilly touch welcomed against her flushed skin. Replacing Kiev's hands, the shadows captured both her breast's in their strong almost human like hands. They tweaked, pinched and stroked her nipples until they grew hard and pebbled. While they gave her breasts attention another set of hands stroked her torso, one hand inching to her core while the other caressed her backside.

   She shivered as a wave of arousal washed over her as the skillful shadows continued their exploration of her body. They were everywhere. Stroking, squeezing, caressing every inch of her skin. A soft mewl escaped her lips as she nibbled on Kiev's chin. Having multiple hands against her skin at once sent her senses on high alert, making her aware of every touch and causing a liquid warmth to pool between her thighs.

  Kiev jerked beneath her as her inner walls grew moist. Turning her attention back to his mouth Harper pecked his slightly parted lips, catching his bottom lip between her teeth. A deep throaty moan passed his lips, the sound traveling down to her core causing her to squeeze her inner walls subconsciously.

   Releasing his bottom lip, Harper slanted her mouth over his and claimed his lips in a smoldering open mouthed kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth, she slid her along his mouth tasting every inch of his mouth as she slid both her hands to her sides in search for his fallen hands. Without breaking the kiss she placed her hands on the back of his hands and entwined their fingers. Bringing their joined hands up to cup her ass Harper sighed in his mouth, loving the feel of Kiev's fingers splayed across her skin.

  Kiev growled, the sound rumbling from his chest had a shiver of excitement skittering down her spine.

"Harper." His voice was low, his tone raspy and weak but it did nothing to lessen her reaction to his lust filled voice.

   Pulling her mouth away from his, Harper rested her forehead against his and found herself staring straight into twin vivid green eyes. The twinkle of arousal that shined in their depths caused her mouth to split into a smile.

"Say my name again." She whispered. Leaning forward she nibbled on his jaw, enjoying the way he sucked in a breath as her lips found his skin. "Say my name." She repeated the request against his moist skin.

   Kiev's fingers dug into the soft skin of her ass, the small action caused her heart to sore.

"Harper, Harper, Harper." He groaned. "My beautiful, strong Harper."

   Tears prickled her vision at his words. She knew she shouldn't take his words to heart when he was in this vulnerable state but her foolish heart couldn't help but grasp at the tenderness in his tone like a lifeline.Allowing herself to believe for just this moment that Kiev returned her feelings. For just this short moment in time she pretended he loved her as much as she stupidly loved him.

   Latching onto the skin behind his ear Harper sucked, her hips quickening the pace as her walls tightened around his shaft. She rode him harder, faster as he repeated her name like a prayer which only served to make her core slicker with arousal, her breasts heavier with the need for his hot mouth and leaving her with an ache for fulfillment like she had never felt before in her life.

   Sliding her open, wet mouth down the side of his neck Harper started to suck on the taunt skin when she felt a warm, honey like flavor dripping down her throat. Startled by the taste of her own arousal she lifted her head in silent questioning only to find Kiev's eyes shut and his full pink lips parted. His skin glowed, the bronze color resembling liquid gold, a soft pink highlighted the apples of his cheeks. The discolored bruised that had earlier littered his face were no more as were the gashes and scratches.

   The sight of his flawless face only encouraged her to quicken her strokes. Lifting her hips Harper slammed them down, relishing the sound of their skin slapping together and their labored breaths. She rode him harder, her own desire adding to her determination to full both their needs when she felt Kiev thrust upwards. The sudden jerk of his hips were unexpected and extremely welcomed.

   Turning her attention fully back to Kiev she found herself staring into a pair of jade gems. The intensity of the emotions filling his bright emerald gaze took her breath away. Her throat tightened with the on coming tears of relief but she didn't dare take a moment to slow down or utter a word in fear that his healthy exterior would be replaced with the battered image from earlier. Instead Harper met his thrusts with desperation while never tearing her gaze from his.

   Neither one spoke as they found a fast paced rhythm, their uneven breathing and the sensual sound of skin slapping on skin bouncing off the walls. The room grew warmer as the atmosphere shifted from fearful and desperate to sensual and yearning. It was the most exotic and sexiest moment in Harper's life. Being on top of Kiev, riding him as he looked on with such an intense stare. The admiration and lust that swam in his vivid green eyes was an image forever imprinted in her memory as was this moment. No words, just labored breaths, guttural moans, soft mewls of appreciation.

Her heart constricted painfully as she allowed herself to fall into the depths of his sensual gaze and take his idolized stare for deep affection. Just this once, she told herself.

The pressure between her hips grew as the familiar tingle of euphoria tickled her senses. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip in an attempt to muffle her ongoing moans Harper felt Kiev's fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh of her bottom. His strong grip enticing an unfamiliar guttural sound to tear from her lips.

Kiev growled, a low rumbling sound that caused her to subconsciously squeeze her inner walls around his throbbing cock. Her lips parted in awe as Kiev's bronze skin took on a gold like glow, his eyes growing more primal as his pupils dilated with desire, his upper lip curled revealing a row of pearly teeth that glistened dangerously. The sight of him feeding off of her pleasure was breathtaking and a welcomed sight.

   Leaning forward Kiev broke their intense stare and buried his face in her neck. His full lips parting as he kissed the tender skin behind her ear. Moaning her approval, Harper tilted her head to give him better access when the sweetest essence drizzled down her throat. Immediately recognizing the sweetness as her own arousal Harper quickened her thrusts as Kiev nibbled and kissed along the column of her throat.

  Sensing her desperation to reach her climax, the shadows slid over her torso, across her pelvic area and onto her pulsing clït. Their cool touch against her swollen nub sent a wave of heat to pool between her legs and a shiver of excitement down her spine. The shadows stroked and pinched her throbbing nub adding to the fire coursing through her veins.

   Her climax hit her hard, like a tsunami. The mixed emotions; relief, pleasure, joy and love all coming together to overwhelm her already fragile state. With no concern to who may hear her Harper tossed her head back and screamed, her hips rocking feverishly as she rode the wave of ecstasy. She felt like a woman possessed as these unfamiliar sounds came from her parted lips, her hands clawing on the backs of Kiev's forearms. The barrier to their bond was almost nonexistent in that moment allowing a storm of euphoria to come through. Both Kiev and her pleasure mixed together sending her frazzled senses into overdrive as she tried to figure who's pleasure belonged to whom.

It was mind numbing, toe curling, soul wrenching. She shuddered as the honey like essence filled her nostrils and trickled down her throat.

   Latching his mouth to the base of her throat Kiev groaned, his entire body tending as he spilled his seed within her convulsing walls. She milked his steel like cock for every drop of semen, greedily taking every inch, every drop and mixing it with her own. In that moment they were one, in body, in mind and in pleasure.

   It was minutes later when the flames that licked at her body began to dwindle down to a low simmer but the lava remained in her bloodstream along with the dizzying high. Exhausted yet filled with a burst of energy, Harper slumped against him, leaning her forehead on the headboard she wasn't sure what to say after everything or for that matter what would he say? Thanks?! She snorted mentally at the thought.

Not willing to give Kiev the opportunity to ruin the moment with the reminder of reality Harper slid off of him, wincing at how raw and used her womanhood felt. Lowering herself beside him without a word Harper closed her eyes against the pesky tears stinging her eyes. If he decided to leave she didn't want him to see how much it would hurt her.

Show no weakness, her huntress hissed.

Kiev shifted on the bed beside her causing her heart to sink, was he really just going to leave after that?

Turning to her side, she faced her back towards him. Her throat burning with the sob clawing to come out. A plea for him to stay bubbled on her tongue, threatening to spew out but the inevitable heartache caused her to keep the plea to herself.

"Harper."

The tender way he called her name caused her to stiffen. Please don't thank me. That would tarnish the fragile hold she had on her emotions. Instead of responding she reached for the small pillow beneath her head and hugged it close to her chest, needing the comfort when she felt the cool touch of the shadows slip under her and shift her body over so her body turned back towards their master.

Her heart gave a painful squeeze as Kiev snaked one arm around her hips and the other around her shoulder and pulled her against his bare chest without a word. Stunned by his actions Harper felt his lips brush against the crown of her head in a chaste kiss that had her heart soaring with the hopes of a fantasy filled fool in love.

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Well?! I know you guys have a lot to say so lay on me lol. What do we think of Harper's sacrifice? Kiev's choice to go to her? And his feeding?