<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Nice to know the smell of your cum in me is waving a red flag at the head sex vampiress," Cat said drily.  "I feel so special."  It should bother her, she thought idly -- being used as a pawn on his mind game with the vampire.  For some reason it didn't, and she wasn't sure why.<br/>
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They were nearly to the address he'd given her when the reason -- or at least part of the reason -- dawned on Cat.  "You get to claim me in front of them -- but I get to claim you," she announced into the silence.  "And I can smirk at the sex goddess and know I've gotten to fuck somebody she never will, because you're <i>mine</i> and not hers."  She slid her eyes sideways to see if the possessive tone bothered him.</span></span>