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  At Graves End Outtakes - Cat Bones after S&M Club

  Okay, here it is! This scene originally took place at the end of Chapter 12 [pg 138] in At Grave’s End. It’s not the longest or naughtiest of sex scenes, but it was cut because I thought it would be somewhat gratuitous and might drag down the pacing (yes, I know; most readers probably would have disagreed with me ). Also different is that originally, Bones was going to leave Cat at the compound for the next couple days while he went out of town secretly checking out a lead on Patra, which didn’t happen in the final version of the book.

  – Jeaniene

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  We flew back to the compound, dropping the humans off first at a local military hospital for checkup. Actually, we didn’t even have to give them new memories of the night. All three knew about vampires and ghouls, and had gone willingly to the club with them as playthings. The only thing they hadn’t figured on was the merriment turning so sour. Not my business, I reminded myself. My job was to save them, not lecture them on their choice of a lifestyle.

  When we reached the third sublevel, Bones tugged me right past Don’s office where my uncle waited up for the evening’s report. He didn’t reduce his stride as Tate called after us.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Both of us had coats on, for propriety as well as practicality. Miami might not have needed the outerwear, being still seventy plus degrees even in November, but Virginia was chilly. Mine was belted modestly over my skank wear; his flew open with a swirl and trailed behind him.

  “Less than three hours before dawn,” Bones replied. “I’m not wasting it on show and tell. Not with you sods, that is. He’ll get our input come the morning.”

  I would have argued, but what Tate didn’t know was that Bones had an early flight tomorrow. We’d have to be at the airport at nine thirty, and it was a half an hour drive. For vampires, that was practically the crack of dawn. He was right. Time was of the essence.

  Bones led me to the only really private place I had at the compound – the shower. Since I was the sole female on the team, there were no concerns about anyone coming in and interrupting us. In recent months, Don had even enlarged this area, adding sufficient room for Bones to have closets, his penchant for showering with me instead of the men infamous. Don also added a chair and ottoman to the corner of the room. I supposed a bed would have been too blatant. Besides, we’d never required one before.

  Bones locked the door behind us, wrenching me into his arms as soon as it shut.

  “I have been waiting all bloody night to do this,” he growled, kneeling in front of me. He took off my jacket, threw it aside, and then snapped the chains that held up my leather bra. His lips locked over my nipple, that spike in his tongue grating the sensitive peak in a way that made me gasp.

  Yet in addition to the heat rising inside me, a stab of jealousy remained.

  “How do you stand it, Bones?” I wasn’t talking about the discomfort it must have caused putting in those pieces of jewelry. “Dave had to slap me to prevent me from ripping that bitch’s head off when she kissed you. How do you watch me, job after job, making out with other men to lure them into position?”

  It was hard to form coherent words when he paid such thorough attention to the task in front of him. Both my nipples soon throbbed, and his hands hadn’t been idle.

  A muffled grunt sounded against my skin.

  “Helps that they’re dead soon after touching you, Kitten. I’m old enough to have learned restraint, but no, it’s not easy. Let’s not bother about that now, though. You have a question to answer, remember?”

  Bones picked me up and carried me to the chair without breaking contact with his lips. He spread my legs, making me tremble, and then nuzzled the leather panties before hooking his fangs into them and dragging them down. His incisors neatly split the fabric while his tongue snaked inside the rents. Multi-tasking at its finest.

  I moaned and gripped his shoulders. God, I loved what his mouth could do to me, and told him so in a voice made rasping with desire. He laughed into my flesh, licking and probing with knowing, wet strokes that felt even sharper by the chafing of the prong. By the time my orgasm hit, I was sweating and arching against him, digging my nails into the pale arms locked around my waist to hold me closer. The scream that tore from my throat at the rush of ecstasy would prove whether or not the new insulation Don installed held. If it didn’t, they could probably hear me all the way back in my uncle’s office.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Bones whispered, sliding up to cradle me. I kissed him greedily, not caring that his fangs nicked my lips before I drew his tongue into my mouth to suck on it. Metal clanged together as his chain link pants fell to the floor before the hard length of his body pressed on top of mine. My nails scratched down his back while I wrapped my legs around his hips.

  “Now. Now. I want you so much.”

  Another chuckle, but throatier. “Ah, pet, I love how anxious you get. Yes, now, and I have one more surprise for you…”

  A hard thrust bent my spine, eliciting a strangled cry while I arched back so strongly that I almost fell off the chair. Bones gathered me into his arms before lowering me to the floor, grasping my hips as he plunged deeply into me once again.

  “You didn’t,” I managed, shuddering at the feel of added friction to the hardness sliding in and out of me.

  His lips curled slyly. “There were two more silver rings. Call me a method actor. Hate to waste a good prop.”

  “That is…going to hurt…like hell…taking them out.”

  The words were spaced from the raggedness of my breathing. I squeezed my legs tighter around him, reveling in the feel of him moving inside me with increasing fervor. Those rings seemed to add a sharper edge to the pleasure, making my nerve endings clench and contract in growing sensual demand. I played with the additional silver rings in his nipples, gently tugging and twisting them while I kissed him as if I were trying to drown.

  “Faster. Harder. More.” In any order.

  Bones complied, thrusting with an intensity that had me shouting in delirious bliss before begging him to stop. Or not to stop. I couldn’t keep it straight. Either way, he had his own agenda. When we struck our bargain with Don, Bones had agreed to follow my orders at work, lecherously asserting he’d rather have control in the bedroom. I hadn’t objected, which turned out to be the smartest decision I’d ever made. He dominated me in bed or out of it, as in this case, we were on the floor, and I loved every moment of it. When it came to anything sexual, Bones was truly a master.

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