(to celebrate it being listed for pre-orders on Amazon and all)

So - spoilers ahoy. Don't read below the cut if you're not interested in a tease about a certain character that returns.

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"This is enough blood," said Ethan, grabbing my still-dripping arm and tilting it upward to slow the blood loss. Succubi had rapid healing, but it'd still take me a few hours to rid myself of a cut that deep. Hours of burning, throbbing pain. Yippee.
Zane moved in closer, his arms crossed over his chest as he regarded me. “Are you going to be okay?”
"You should lick it," Ethan said to Zane suddenly. "The wound."
Heat flared in my sex, and I felt the Itch come to life, like some sick puppy dog that had heard its name being called. Down, boy, down. "Lick...me?" I repeated. Just because I liked saying it.
Zane's brows furrowed and he moved to my side, as if he wanted to tug me away from Ethan. "What did you just say?"
Ethan held up my wrist, jerking my arm into the air. "You should lick her wound. It will heal her faster. She is in great pain."
"I'm not sure this is such a good idea," I began, my voice husky and rich with desire. It sounded like an amazing idea.
"I will leave the two of you alone so that the vampire may assist you..." Ethan said, eyes flashing with that strange feeding light of his.  "...with your wound." His voice became strangled at the end, as if it had finally occurred to him what he was saying. He gave us both a quick bow. "I will return shortly."
Before I could protest, Ethan's back was to us and he marched away. Zane took my arm in his hands, as if torn by his decision.
"You don't have to," I said softly. "It doesn't hurt that much."
He glanced over at me from the corner of his eyes, his mouth curving into a smile that hovered just over my wrist. "You're a terrible liar."
"I am," I said with a wobbly smile. "It hurts like a bitch. But I don't want you to get hurt trying to help me out."
He ignored my words, just licked his lips. Zane lifted my wrist close to his face. He leaned in and inhaled, scenting the blood. His eyes flared red. And after a long moment in which I did not breathe, he extended his tongue and licked my wrist, from the top of the cut to the bottom. Slow, sensual, erotic.

Damn.

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