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  he had just said slipped away from her mind as she took in the beauty of the sanctuary, more beautiful than the Mairi Sea.

  Trees grew thick around the pool, countless leaves hanging in soft lacy curtains, drifts of the greenest green, spilling down to the water’s surface. Flowers sprouted in haphazard clumps of red, pink, and purple, and the pool shimmered a deep crystal blue-green.

  “The same color as your eyes,” Law murmured, and she glanced up at him in amazement.

  “It’s unbelievable.” It was more than that, but that was all she could think of to say as he led her into the water.

  Again she was surprised. It wasn’t freezing cold, but simply a gentle coolness that energized her body and cleared her mind the deeper they walked into it. Her aches and injuries nearly vanished with just the caress of water.

  Law led her to a rock alcove near the shore, far enough into the water that it rose to just beneath her breasts. Her shredded dress billowed around her legs, and her one breast that wasn’t bared begged to be set free.

  “You are a lovely creature, Analeen.” Law took her by the shoulders and forced her to turn her back to him. She felt him untie the back lacing to her dress. “A sore temptation for any man.”

  She frowned. Why would he say such things? She knew she wasn’t pretty, just a breath above ugly, as she had been told countless times by her father.

  Law whipped her around to face him so fast she cried out. She would have lost her footing if he hadn’t been holding her shoulders so tightly. The scowl on his face caused her heart to thud.

  “You are a beautiful woman, Analeen.” His voice was a low roar. “By the moon, I will teach you to see your own beauty before I let you go.”

  All she could do was stare at him in surprise. He seemed so serious. And it was like he had just read her thoughts as clearly as if she’d spoken them aloud.

  Law’s gut churned as he lifted Analeen’s hair from where it caught in the neckline of her dress. The abuse she had gone through extended far beyond what the bastards Dyrke and Jove had done to her. He desired nothing more than to track the men, and then to hunt down her father, and make them all pay for the damage they had done to this woman. His fangs nearly exploded in his mouth and he felt the tightening of his skin that came before change. It took all his power to fight back the wild beast threatening to overcome him.

  Analeen audibly caught her breath as he lowered her dress slowly over her shoulders, down her arms and beneath the water to her waist, where he let it fall to her feet at the bottom of the pool. Both her breasts were bared now and he nearly moaned aloud.

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  Almost without thought, he brought his hand out of the water and trailed his wet knuckles down the curve of her slender neck, over her collarbone, and to the tantalizing swell of one breast.

  She stilled and he sensed her fear and her anger at being touched without her permission, yet her arousal, too. He forced himself to stop and reached behind a hidden shelf on the rock alcove and brought out a jar of soap that smelled of mint. While she watched, he dipped his fingers into the white substance and scooped out enough to wash her body.

  Slowly he soaped her shoulders and arms, down to her fingers. Analeen trembled beneath his touch. Her thoughts were so easy to read. She wanted to slap him, wanted to run, wanted to stay, wanted him to stop, never wanted him to stop.

  After he soaped her arms, he washed her back, and then her belly. When all that was left untouched were her breasts, he took her hands and put soap in her palms.

  His voice came out in a hoarse whisper as he said, “Wash your breasts.”

  Analeen’s cheeks flushed and she hesitated. “You have no right telling me what to do.”

  “Now,” he demanded in a voice so menacing that Analeen brought up her hands and began massaging her breasts.

  Law’s cock jerked at the sight.

  “Your nipples.” He could barely keep from touching her.

  She bit her lower lip with her small white teeth and tugged at her taut pink buds.

  “Rinse off,” he ordered, his tone curt as he struggled to maintain control and not ravish this woman where she stood.

  She paused only a moment, then dived beneath the surface of the pool and came back immediately. She swung her long hair out of her face. Her hair glistened and beads of water rolled down her fair skin.

  He put more soap into his palm. “Turn,” he demanded. “I am going to wash your hair.” She stared at him for one long moment, her eyes narrowed, then slowly faced away from him.

  Analeen was a good foot shorter than he was, just the right height. He worked the shampoo into her hair, and he felt her tremble with desire at his touch.

  Gradually Analeen relaxed as he massaged her scalp, despite her intentions to stay stiff and unyielding. She leaned back against him, feeling like her muscles could no longer hold her upright. Law’s skin felt hot and sensual next to hers, and his cock grew harder yet against her backside. All in all, it was an exquisite set of sensations.

  Despite the fact this man was a stranger, Analeen felt herself becoming more aroused by the moment. She had always been curious about sex, but always assumed such pleasures would be denied her, except for random, sweaty encounters in the dark—clumsy and hurried, such as she had known. She wasn’t a beauty like her sisters, and she had no wealth to attract a suitor.

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  Yet here she was, in an exquisite pool, with an exquisite specimen of maleness paying her tender attention. Her quim ached and her nipples were hard as Mairi Sea Pearls.

  Analeen sighed. “That feels so incredibly good.” She was this man’s captive, but somehow she didn’t feel threatened. She wanted him with a desire that shocked her.

  In truth, she had never actually felt that he would harm her in any way, a fact that puzzled her. Just by the look in his incredibly fierce gray eyes, she knew he was wild and deliciously wicked.

  “Rinse time,” he said, the second before at least a gallon of water sloshed over her head.

  Analeen sputtered and started to yell at him when he doused her yet again. She whirled to face Law, who held a wooden bucket, and glared up at him. But for the first time since she had met him, he was smiling.

  “You were getting far too comfortable against me, kitten.” His mouth curved into an arrogant grin. “It is obvious you want me.”

  “Oooh!” Analeen slapped her hand onto the pool’s surface, sending a spray of water right at the cocky bastard’s face.

  Surprise crossed his features and he slung his long hair out of his face just as she splashed him again. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on her like a predator about to take down his prey.

  With a cry, Analeen turned and tried to hurry through the water toward the shore.

  Her feet tangled in her forgotten dress and she dropped into the water.

  The next thing she knew, Law’s arms were around her waist. He brought her up out of the water, and she gasped for air. He was laughing, his voice deep and throbbing, and she had to return his grin.

  His gaze caught hers and she went completely still. Those beautiful silver-gray eyes clouded with desire and she shivered with the intense need she saw there. Her nipples ached even more, and her quim flooded with her juices.

  He slid his hand into her hair, cupped the back of her head, and drew her body flush against his. His cock was a hot and hard rod between them, and her breasts were pressed against his powerful chest.

  “Law.” A waterfall of sensation tumbled through Analeen’s belly. “I—”

  He let her thoughts flow around him like the gentle warmth of the pool. She was as aroused as he was, but she didn’t know him.

  Fierce need gripped his body and he ached to thrust his cock into her heat and fuck her until they both cried out with completion. All Law knew was that he wanted this woman more than he had ever wanted any woman in all his years.

  And
he couldn’t have her. She was human.

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  Chapter Three

  “I would never hurt you, kitten.” He pressed his lips to the soft skin of her forehead and she shuddered with what he knew was desire. Her womanly scent was rich and inviting. It sang to him like a mate’s howl when the full moon rose high and proud in the night sky. “I would never take you without your consent.”

  What was he saying? He would not be taking her at all.

  His hand still cupping her head, he chased droplets of water sliding down the slope of her nose with his tongue. He tasted the salt of her skin, a trace of mint from the shampoo, and the sweetness of the pool’s water.

  Analeen’s chest rose and fell against his, her heart pounding loud enough for his sensitive ears to hear. It throbbed throughout his being, pulsing like his cock pulsed against her belly.

  “Law…” This time his name came out as a whisper of desire, no fear or anger in her tone. She placed her hands against his chest and looked up at him with those beautiful blue-green eyes.

  A low growl rose up within him. By the moon, how he wanted this woman. He moved his lips over hers and gently nipped at her lower lip. She gasped and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, forever imprinting her taste in his memory. Tentatively her tongue mated with his, but as he kissed her, she became more confident, more demanding. She made small mewling sounds, like a kitten.

  His kiss became harder, more fierce. He demanded all of her and she gave him that and more. He clenched his fist in her hair, and with his free hand he stroked the curve of her shoulder, down the indentation at her waist and over the flare of her hip to cup her ass and force her impossibly tighter to his erection.

  She moaned and rubbed her slender body against his cock. He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and all the heat in his body pooling in his groin. Analeen whimpered and tried to bring her lips back to his.

  “You take my very breath from my body.” His voice grew huskier with his desire.

  “I think you have bewitched me.”

  Her face flushed, and her eyes were heavy-lidded. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Law. I feel as if my heart has known you a lifetime, yet I don’t know you. I know nothing about you. I should be angry with you, but somehow you have taken that anger away.”

  “It is enough that you are a woman and I am a man.” Law scooped her up in his arms and she did not even cry out in surprise. She simply clung to his neck, a small 16

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  creature at ease with him, giving him a measure of trust. What would happen to that trust when she found out what he was? The very thing she feared more than anything?

  Rational thought fled his mind as he laid her upon a bed of soft moss. The way she looked up at him nearly sent him over the edge. He slid between her thighs, his cock pressed against her pussy, and her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mound against him.

  He could not wait to slide into her, could not wait to fuck her long and hard.

  No. If he did it could start the transformation process and she would become the thing she most feared. Such a betrayal would be unthinkable!

  But he had to taste her, had to give her pleasure.

  Law kissed Analeen again, and her belly fluttered from the slow, languorous kiss that took her breath away. Too soon he slipped his tongue out of her mouth and moved his lips over her chin and down the curve of her neck. His long wet hair trailed over her skin as he moved, a gentle caress that caused her to shiver.

  Analeen didn’t know what she was doing. She should be angry, should try to flee.

  But all she knew was that she didn’t want him to stop. She had never felt such incredible sensations in her life and she ached for this man’s touch.

  He moved his lips to one of her nipples. “So beautiful,” he murmured before he latched onto the nub and sucked.

  She cried out from the sensation, so loud that nordai startled in the trees above and took wing. Without even realizing what she was doing, she arched up, pressing her breast harder against his mouth.

  Law groaned and moved to her other nipple and she cried out again. Her hands found his hair and she buried her fingers in the wet strands. When he released her nipple and moved his mouth between her breasts, she whimpered, not wanting him to stop the incredible feelings.

  “Do you enjoy my mouth upon you?” He trailed his tongue down her belly, nearing the soft curls of her mound.

  She could barely find the breath to speak. “Yes.” Her tone was low and hoarse with desire. She forced herself to raise her voice and said, “Don’t stop.”

  The man’s laugh was soft but so carnal it made her blood boil.

  And then she couldn’t think any longer. Not at all. His tongue was tracing lazy circles through the soft brown curls of her mound, his hands gripping the insides of her thighs. Her legs trembled and she couldn’t believe what he was doing. He wasn’t going to put his mouth—

  His tongue swiped her folds and she cried out her surprise and her passion. Oh, my gods, did that feel incredible. His hands gripped her thighs tighter as he sucked and licked her quim. She clenched her fingers in his wet hair and moaned and thrashed.

  What was happening to her? She felt the most incredible sensations rising within her, sensations that stole all breath from her chest, and all thought from her mind.

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  He thrust his finger inside her quim and she screamed. Fire seared her body, expanding outward from her belly to her breasts to the roots of her hair, and down her legs, all the way to her toes. Her body bucked and jerked and brilliant colors flashed behind her eyes.

  She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her body. She had heard the local tavern wenches speak of pleasures with a man, but the one experience she’d had with the son of a farmer had been less than pleasurable. He’d forced her to suck his cock, and she hadn’t enjoyed it at all.

  Law continued sucking and licking her, and thrusting his finger inside her quim until the sensations became too much to bear. She begged him to stop. She couldn’t take any more of the sweet, sweet torture.

  He seemed reluctant to halt, but did and eased up her body. His cock was against her belly, his arms braced to either side of her shoulders, and his silvery-gray eyes stared down at her with so much desire in them it was almost frightening. Her breathing came hard and her body was covered with sweat. She could smell her own juices mingling with the scent of the moss at her back and the lacy trees drifting down to the pool.

  “Your taste—incredible.” Law lowered his head and brought his lips a breath above hers. “I want you to sample your own nectar.” He pressed his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue through her lips. She tasted her unique flavor and more quivers went through her belly to know this was what he had sampled when he had brought her such exquisite feelings.

  “It was unbelievable. I still feel bursts of pleasure shivering my body.” She glanced down to where his cock was hard against her belly. After the experience he had given her, she wanted to repay him in kind. His cock looked far more delicious than the farmer’s son’s. “Tell me how you would like me to pleasure you.”

  Fire burned in Law’s gut as he eased to his feet. His long black hair lay loose and drying about his shoulders and wind caressed his nakedness. Analeen’s skin pebbled with gooseflesh from the cool breeze and her nipples stood out taut and hard.

  “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice coming out rough with desire. “Wrap your hand around my cock.”

  She shivered and obeyed, slipping her small fingers down his length and her big blue-green eyes focused on his erection. This time he did groan aloud. “Put my cock into your mouth.”

  Analeen licked her lips and then slid them down his length, taking him deeper than he thought possible.

  By the moon, she felt so hot and wet around his erection, and all he could think about was drivi
ng into her quim and fucking her until she screamed her release.

  “Move your hand and mouth up and down my cock.” He was hoarse with his need and could barely speak.

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  Analeen looked up at him as she sucked his cock. He had never felt anything so incredible in all his many years, as the feel of her mouth on him.

  He grasped her head and thrust his hips against her face in time with her movements. His climax built within him until he knew he was near the peak and there would be no going back.

  “Analeen,” he groaned as he watched his cock move in and out of her mouth. “My seed will fill your mouth if you do not stop.”

  She sucked harder. Like the lava of Mount Taka, his come burst from his body and down Analeen’s throat. She didn’t stop. She took his fluid, swallowing it as he burned and his mind soared. The orgasm that slammed into his body was so powerful it very nearly drove him to his knees.

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  Chapter Four

  When he could take no more, Law pulled his cock out of Analeen’s mouth, then knelt so that they were both on their knees facing one another. He slipped his hand into her folds and she gasped and clung to his arms. He slid two fingers deep into her channel and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.

  Holding back the fierce need to take her, he brought his hand from her folds. He wrapped his fingers around his semi-erect cock that quickly grew to its full size again.

  He pushed it against the soft curls of her mound and slipped it into the lips of her quim, brushing it against her clit.

  Analeen pushed closer to him. “I want you inside of me.”

  With a groan Law closed his eyes. He wanted this woman so badly it made his body scream with need. But it was more than that. It was her innocence, the strength of her spirit he had witnessed in her thoughts, and the caring he had seen for the ones she loved.

  He felt her fingers wrap around his cock and his eyes opened.

  “No. ” The word came out harsher than he intended and she jerked her hand away, a hurt expression upon her face.