With Grace, the desire to feed was lessened, but not the desire to have her. I thought of her on that white silken bed, disrobed with her rosy swollen...nipples. Just that image called to me. I wanted my fangs to sink into her creamy skin. Not once, but everywhere she would allow me to. I would satisfy myself with the endless torment of slowly draining her of her bl**d as I made love to her all night long. Grace heard my thoughts. If it is what you want Angel, you only have to ask. It tore into. "She beat us home by a week." Nothing you can do about it now." Nimrod says in sympathy. "She did have important news, even with all the finger pointing."His face takes on a grim cast as he thinks about Catherine new's of new visitors in an old place of pain."Napoleon is working on it, right?" I ask about the Leader of the Protectors."He has no choice." Saul flashes us a wicked grin. I guess Nimrod filled him in on how much Napoleon was harassing me. He didn't like the fact that I was both. "Don't bite. Are you a biter?" Jenny turned red at the double entendre. Embarrassed, she shook her head slowly."Don't bite. Stick out your tongue and lick it." Jenny's cheeks turned crimson as she closed her eyes and slowly stuck out her tongue. Her tongue quivered as she searched for the chocolate delicacy. He kept moving it; just a little; just enough to make her miss. Each miss made her cheeks turn redder as the men chuckled. The chuckles turned into waves of laughter.Joe was dying in. For a sixteen year old boy he was far too familiar for her liking, and his eyes slid down to her chest whenever she was talking to him. After his first week she’d had several complaints from the areas that he’d ?worked? in. Usually the boys and girls that attended from the local schools were polite and punctual but in David’s case the opposite was true. Besides being permanently late, he was also surly and abrupt and effortlessly managed to annoy every adult within his immediate vicinity..