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appeared to try to pull away, but succumbed within moments--once Kalia's hand drifted down and gently squeezed the front of his jeans where a visible bulge became evident. His fists opened to grip Kalia's delectable ass.

Strangely enough, Merideth didn't experience the slightest bit of jealousy. In fact, it rather ... turned her on.

Once the two came up for air, Kalia spoke first. "Am I forgiven?"

The magistra's low, sultry voice sent flutters into the pit of Merideth's stomach. She glanced at Erin. Her parted lips shook, and in her dark, narrowed eyes she saw a very familiar emotion--lust. Clearly Erin was just as aroused as she had been.

"Oh ... fuck, yes," he replied, his voice sounding breathless. "You are forgiven. Just ... um ... don't do any of that again. Okay?"

"Sure thing, sugar." With a casual but sensual air, Kalia licked his neck, her eyes never leaving his face. "What was your name again?"

"I'm--I'm Steve. But if you ever kiss me like that again, you can call me anything you want."

Kalia's lips turned upwards into a wicked, mischievous grin. At that moment, Merideth had never found her so incredibly ... fuckable.

"Steve, sugar--would you like me to make it up to you some more?"

DINNERTIME, Kalia declared.

Merideth fought to prevent herself from laughing. Now she could see what Babalon saw in the magistra.

Chapter Eight

"Come join us."

Merideth still didn't know what Kalia had in mind when she invited all three of them back to her hotel room. While they walked to her place, the magistra mostly hung all over Steve, nibbling on his neck and rubbing his jean-clad crotch--in public, no less!

It shocked her, but she didn't notice it much, as she had been preoccupied with discovering how well Erin kissed. It had been all Erin's idea; the woman looked at Merideth with such a forceful expression. Before the vampire could react, Erin's mouth clamped on hers. Merideth was taken aback by her intense passion, but warmed up quickly. Her lips tasted nowhere near as sultry as Kalia's, but the woman's mouth reminded Merideth of a silky red wine with a spicy note. Cloves, maybe ... . In spite of her initial shyness, Merideth drank of her kisses with an eagerness that surprised her.

She knew just what the magistra had in mind when she at last turned to Erin with that oh-so-sexy casual smirk--which Meredith loved--and asked her in a sweet voice, "Erin dear, I'm all out of Camel Lites--do you know where I can get myself a pack?"

"No, but I know where you can score some. I can get them for you."

Kalia's eyes lit up. "Could you really?"

"No sweat. I'll meet you at your place." With a wink, Erin sauntered off.

Disbelieving what she had seen, Merideth shook her head. TOO EASY. I THINK SHE WANTS TO GET RID OF HIM.

A low chuckle echoed in her mind. OF COURSE SHE DOES. WHO WOULDN'T? BESIDES, NOW WE CAN GET THE DRINK WE'VE BEEN EARNING ALL EVENING.

YOU GOT IT.

Kalia's hotel room contained a queen-sized bed, a bureau, and an entertainment unit. The room was of a reasonable size and practical, not too extravagant--well suited for the magistra.

WE'LL HAVE TO DO THIS AS CLEANLY AS POSSIBLE--NO STAINING THE SHEETS. JUST SOME SMALL DRINKS FOR EACH OF US, THEN MAYBE WE CAN GET A NIBBLE FROM ERIN.

Merideth gave her a discrete nod. Not knowing what else to do, she put her arm around Steve--who didn't seem to mind in the least.

She sensed things speeding up at a pace that made her slightly uncomfortable, and in strange territory on top of it all. She spent too much time cooped up in the Sanctuary's library and almost never went hunting. Instead, she often wound up breaking into blood banks and storing the containers in her fridge. Janius never commented on it, but she could tell he often thought that she spent too much time sorting collections and looking after her students and not enough time enjoying her existence as a vampire. The idea of not only seducing someone for their blood but engaging in a threesome between him and another vampire--even one as delectable as Kalia--intimidated her.

The irony. Who was the stuffy, no-fun-and-all-work vampire now? How much did she resemble what she saw in Janius all along, and how sheltered had she been this whole time? The idea made her cringe. What did Kalia see in her?

"Ever been in a threesome, Steve?" Kalia's smile reminded Merideth of a cobra about to strike, but all that she guessed went through the young man's mind was images of lust. The front of his trousers showed a very visible and expanding bulge, and his face grew red.

"I--um--"

"Here, let's warm you up a little." Kalia grabbed Merideth by the waist and gave Steve a knowing grin. He watched, slack-jawed, enthralled as the two women passionately embraced in front of him. Merideth went up in flames once Kalia's fingers gave her nipple a squeeze. With a sigh, the magistra released her and turned towards Steve.

"Come join us," she purred.

Merideth had to hand it to Kalia--she knew men. With great eagerness, Steve crossed the distance between them and began to kiss Kalia hard, one hand clenching her hip as the other undid the top of Merideth's dress with a surprising amount of expertise. His hand slid over her skin, sending a frisson rocketing through her back. Steve isn't so bad after all, I guess.

With equal proficiency, Kalia managed to slide Steve's shirt up to his armpits, running her hands over his smooth chest muscles. Merideth watched out of the corner of her eye as Kalia's tongue caressed his chest, her fingers tracing invisible sigils on his back, taking great care to appear innocent as she did it. These sigils ensured that once they finished with Steve, his only memory would be of a fantastic but wild, drunk night out. He might feel woozy and slightly hung over, but otherwise not harmed in any way. The wound would be gone, leaving behind no evidence--only pleasant, fuzzy