The Chosen Sin by Anya Bast Page B

moans and sexy little cries in his ears. He wanted nothing more than to feel the way her sex would pulse and ripple around his thrusting cock. Hear the hard slap of flesh on flesh as he drove her harder and faster.
    Just the thought was enough to make his climax explode through him. He shuddered and groaned as he came with only the thought of Daria in his mind. Breathing heavily, he rested his head against the wall and let the water course over him.
    He wanted Daria Moran with a carnal intensity that he couldn’t control. The woman would be his, one way or another.
    Two days, three at the most. That’s how much time he’d give her to adjust to the Choosing. That’s all she should need.
    After that, all bets were off. After that, she became his conquest.
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DARIA awoke to a morning-lit room with hunger rumbling through her body. She’d fallen asleep last night without feeding. Remembering the warmth of Alejandro’s body against hers made her feel its absence now.
    She turned toward the garden side of the room and spotted him out there, face raised to the sky. Nothing but that pair of tight-fitting jeans clothed him, strong muscles of his back rippling as he reached up to rub his face. He seemed tired.
    As if sensing her gaze on him, he looked at her and walked back into the room wearing a stormy expression. “Hungry?” he asked.
    She placed a palm flat to her stomach. Her need for sustenance cramped her belly. “It’s time for me to feed. I can’t deny it anymore.”
    He turned away and mumbled something.
    â€œWhat did you say? I don’t think I could’ve even used my new superhearing to catch that.”
    â€œGordon stopped by this morning. Told us not to feed. He said the initiation ceremony involves food.”
    Well, that sounded ominous. Something other than hunger tightened in her abdomen. “Gee, do you think there will be a buffet?”
    â€œDoubt it.” He shot her an unfriendly look. Hmm, someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.
    She pushed up into a sitting position and yanked a hand through her unruly tresses. Ah, nothing like pillow-styled hair. She’d be the envy of all the other women today. “Did he clarify that comment at all?”
    He shook his head. “Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? There are succubare here. Lots of them. Maybe they’re a part of the ceremony.”
    â€œPossible. Maybe there really will be a buffet.” She rubbed her eyes and stretched. “So I slept through his visit, huh?”
    â€œSeems like you could have slept through an earthquake.”
    â€œHow about you? Did you sleep okay? I didn’t steal the covers or anything, did I?”
    He took a step toward her. Heat flashed through his eyes, and then was gone. “I didn’t sleep well, but it wasn’t because you stole the covers.”
    She climbed out of bed. “I wonder if Sante will be at the ceremony,” she said almost to herself as she reached for her bag and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready,” she said as she headed into the bathroom.
    She emerged minutes later with her hair looking a little better than it had when she’d awoken. At least it was combed.
    Alejandro had pulled on his boots and a dark brown shirt that set off his eyes. As if his eyes needed something more to make them look deep, seductive, and heart stopping.
    They left the apartment and headed over for the initiation ceremony.
    The walkways leading to Sante Hall—she choked on that name when she merely thought it—were dotted here and there with other members of the Shining Way.
    It was like they were back on Earth, and everyone was going to church on Sunday. The Church of Sante. Daria winced.
    If she concentrated on each individual in turn, she could sense whether they were a vampire or a succubare.
    The succubare seemed to vibrate—which was the