ClaimMe by Calista Fox Page A

well.
    “Jane. I have rules for a reason.”
    “Well, I didn’t spy on all of them.” Sometimes it was
erotically stirring to watch the various couples and multiple partners get it
on after the curtain dropped on their murals and they were all tangled together
in seductive ways behind closed doors. Sometimes, however, it pained her. Those
were the nights when she sat alone in the dark, watching humans enjoy each
other’s bodies and heat, while she longed for a soft, sensual touch.
    But as much as Jane desired the warmth and suppleness of a
human’s body pressed to hers, she didn’t seek it out. She lived in fear of
hurting anyone. She’d never tasted even a drop of human blood, nor did she want
to. She controlled her primal urges by keeping her distance, though her
self-discipline had certainly been put to the test that night with Shana. Their
unexpected threesome had generated a very dangerous scenario in the end, when a
few drops of Shana’s blood had touched Jane’s skin after Drake had made love to
the virgin.
    Those few terrifying moments of apprehension as her respect
for the human race warred with her vampire hunger had been the final defining moments for Jane. She hadn’t gone for Shana’s jugular and she knew Drake would
have quickly intervened if she’d made a move toward Shana’s throat, but still.
She had to accept her fate as a vampire. She simply didn’t trust herself around
humans and didn’t want to be tempted by them. The very reason she hid out in
this ginormous office, all alone. She didn’t even dare spend time with Finn and
Yvette when Drake wasn’t around, because they were mortals. And she conducted
the vast majority of the club’s business via the phone or email or text. The
less human contact, the better, was her motto.
    That, of course, made Drake and Shana’s return all the more
welcomed. She’d missed them as much as they had her and some of her
lonesomeness slipped away at the sight of Drake.
    Prompting her to ask, “Will you be staying long?”
    “That depends on how much you want to continue running Body
Scenes in my stead.” He joined her at the long, glass-top desk and crossed his
arms over his wide chest.
    She bit back the sigh of longing he so easily evoked. Drake
was too handsome for words, all tall, dark and dreamy. And so very talented
with his hands and mouth. Not to mention the imaginative ways he liked to make
love. She couldn’t deny she missed feeling his hard, thick cock inside her,
taking her to dizzying heights before she cried out his name as she came. Over
and over.
    Were she not a vampire, she never could have withstood his
aggressive nature—what a damn shame that would have been, to have missed out on
their steamy trysts. He was a powerhouse of a man at six-foot-four and had a
strong, muscular build. She was a five-foot-three-inch waif with delicate
features, blonde hair and pale green eyes, a vast contrast to his smoldering
dark looks. She’d been fragile as a twenty-four-year-old mortal, but her
strength as a vampire almost rivaled Drake’s, making them a very passionate
couple on the rare occasions they’d gotten together.
    Yet he and Shana were even more explosive together, as she’d
witnessed the night of their threesome. Jane had suspected all along that Drake
and Shana would singe the sheets when they finally made love. In fact, she’d
stopped initiating sex with Drake after she’d discovered his secret obsession
with Shana, long before either of them had even met the
international-musician-turned-Internet-journalist in person. Therefore, their
threesome had been a very unexpected, yet delightful, occurrence.
    Jane adored Drake’s new wife as much as she admired and
respected Drake himself, so it hadn’t been easy to step out of the romantic
picture. But her friendship with both of them salved the sting a bit.
Unfortunately, she now felt a twinge of regret that the two of them were
considering moving on or traveling again. Thank God she