In this city, in my line of work, it could’ve been the last mistake I ever made. And shit if I’m not lying here with a hard-on craving her body all over again.

Turning to the side, an ache pinches my lower back. As much as I work out, I can’t believe I could possibly be sore anywhere, yet when I move again in my king-sized bed, I realize it’s an ache that would only come from holding another person against the ancient brick wall of Pirate’s Alley and fucking her brains out.

Jesus. I sit up fast, marveling again at my behavior. Scrolling back through the night, it’s almost as if I were hypnotized by her sapphire eyes.

I shake that shit away. It’s a fucking cop-out, or worse—it’s the product of working too long in the paranormal field. I’m no amateur. What happened last night was simple math. I saw an extremely beautiful, intensely sad woman sitting alone in a bar, and nothing could have kept me from going to her. We had immediate chemistry, and we acted on it.

Her little moans and breathy cries echo in my ears, and I exhale a growl, remembering how hard I came. Rubbing my large hands over my face, I try to grab the reins.

I need to remind myself who’s in control here. Melissa is a strong, sexy woman. Of course, I responded that way to fucking her. I haven’t been with anyone since Alison died six years ago. I haven’t wanted to. At first, it had seemed like an insult to her memory, but after a while I was too obsessed with my work to deal with starting a relationship or the needs of another person.

Until last night.

Yes, our intensity was off the charts. It was enhanced by my awakened desire. Like flipping a light switch, Melissa revived a need in me long dormant, and damn, if she didn’t seem to need it as much as I did. Add to that the push-pull of knowing what we were doing was dangerous and illegal… That’s all it was. Nothing more.

Throwing the blankets aside, I walk naked to the bathroom and switch on the shower. My brain might know all of these facts, but my cock sure as hell doesn’t. Images of her sliding up and down me, riding me hard, falling apart in my arms—the raw hunger in her eyes invades my mind. I’ve never been with anyone so… receptive. I crave more of her like a drug.

I test the water, and just before I step under the spray, I catch a faint whiff of ocean-kissed roses. Her scent is still on me. My eyes close, and I see her pale skin in the blue-shadow of moonlight. Her small breasts and dark nipples, her soft wails as I bit and teased them to stiff peaks. My dick is alert and throbbing, and I lean forward, resting my head against my forearm as I relive the pressure.

Sliding my hand rapidly up and over my cock in the warm spray, I picture her body. She’s beautiful, delicate but strong, and her dark waves spill all around us, surrounding me in the luscious scent of flowers mingled with sex. My hand moves faster, and I remember pushing inside her wet heat. She was so tight…

“Fuck,” I growl as my orgasm spills over and my knees get weak. I’m jacking off to her memory like a fucking teenager.

A few more strokes, and I’m at the end. But I’m not satisfied.

My hand is no substitute for her beautiful body. The water beats down on my shoulders, and I can’t escape it. I must have her again.

Melissa

The sun burns my eyes when I open them. It’s after noon. I’m sleeping later and later as my internal clock becomes more and more nocturnal. The second queen bed in our room is empty, and I hear the shower running.

My best friend Elaine actually planned this trip. It is not a girls’ weekend. Elaine has been a telepath since we were children. She started communicating with the dead in her teens, and before long, whispered rumors of her powers began filtering through the psychic networks.

Families from as far away as Seattle would make the pilgrimage to our hometown on the North Carolina coast to get answers or to find peace. She would kindly tell them what she sensed, and they would thank her and try to give her money. She never accepts any.

Her abilities have only grown stronger as she’s matured. I didn’t even have to tell her when I was taken and forced to become a monster that horrible night. She knew when my mind went silent in her perception.

In the past Elaine could see where I’d been, what I’d done. Now our connection is gone.

The night I lost everything, I lay on the floor hundreds of miles away, weeping and thinking as hard as I could, projecting my thoughts across the distance, calling to her. Help me, Lainey!

Only, the receiver had been cut off. Signals lost.

She drove all night in a panic to find me, guided only by cell phones and texts. She took me to safety, and a week later, she scheduled this trip to New Orleans.

We’re here to meet Demeter, one of the strongest Voodoo queens in Algiers, and I need to get moving before we’re late.

And yet… in the midst of all the horror I’ve found an escape—however fleeting. For one stolen moment, I bask in the tingling warmth of last night’s memory.

Energy surges between my thighs as scenes of my back slammed against the brick wall, his strong arms lifting me easily, shoving my clothing aside as he ravaged my breasts and body. His enormous cock stretched and plundered my core, and ohh… with a shiver I remember the bead of sweat on his square jaw. It was so raw, he was so delicious, and I want more of him so badly.

Getting ready for bed last night, I examined my body in the bathroom mirror. Red marks from his beard scuffed my neck and breasts, and large handprints that would normally leave bruises were faint on my ass. His marks would all be gone today. My body can tolerate much harsher treatment now, and actually, I crave the roughness.

Before the change, I would never have engaged in such risky behavior. Now it doesn’t matter. Now I can easily lure them in, play with them, tease them to erection… Then, in the helpless throes of orgasm, I strike.

“No!” I actually say the word out loud as I sit up in the bed. I’ve never done such a thing. I can’t or I’ll never escape this.

Oh, how is it possible I’ve met this man now, at the darkest point in my life? Or is it because I’m at this point I found him? I’m the huntress, seeking the dominant alphas, the ones who radiate power and control, the oversized mountains of sex, with their rich blood pumping strong in their veins. It’s what I should be…

Yet, for all of Derek’s masculinity and aggression, he was gentle and attentive to my needs. He held me all the way to the end, and then he thanked me. My cheeks flush as I remember our parting words, his steel-blue eyes holding mine.

He’ll be at Mr. B’s tonight, waiting. Only, I’ll never appear. He won’t understand, but I can’t allow myself to explain, not that it would make sense if I tried.

Ultimately it’s for the best—even if he never knows it. I’ve been brought so low. I have to stay away from him. I’ve never felt so sad in my life.

I didn’t ask for this! The cry echoes through my brain again, but I have to shove it aside. Self-pity and wallowing in my tragedy won’t help me. Only action can save me now, and it has to be fast action. Before it’s too late.

Elaine breaks my musings. “What time did you get in last night?” She’s wrapped in one of the thick, terrycloth robes from the hotel, and her light blonde hair is damp. “I didn’t hear you.”

I look down at my clasped hands. “It was after two.”

My clairvoyant friend has always been so sure of everything. Now she watches me like I’m a riddle she can’t solve. “What did you do after I left?”

“Nothing much,” I lie. “I finished my drink, people-watched for a little while, then I came here.”

She drops onto the bed beside me, her pretty face lined with worry. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. I was just so tired.”