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tonight she understood what he needed. Hard. Rough. Fast. He opened himself to Sheth. Dieu. The fiend wanted her more than he did. His cock was rock hard. Aching for her.
    She accepted his passion, never suspecting that Sheth was responsible for his ability to perform. Already she had his shirt off and was tracing the blue inking that wound around his upper body in a combination of words and phrases in French and Latin. Runes in an even older language. Erin read none of the languages. With a glance in the direction of his mageheld, she resisted him removing her robe.
    He pulled back, his fingers underneath the fabric, stroking her skin. “He’s nothing, Erin.” He kissed her earlobe, nipped her softly there and inhaled her perfume. “He looks human but he isn’t. You know that.”
    “Christophe.”
    “I adore the way you say my name.” Her American accent lacked the softness of French, but when she said his name with such longing he forgave her every syllable. Her magic resonated in him, and he reached out and drew from that pool of unused ability. She felt that, and sucked in a breath. Christophe kissed his way down the side of her neck and in return got a moan of arousal from her. He slid a hand between them and onto the fly of his jeans. “Erin. You are so very beautiful.”
    She didn’t relax, although she let him slide his other hand down the center of her naked body to linger over her belly. “Can’t we go to the bedroom?”
    Their bedroom was arranged so that unless one knew where to look, his magehelds weren’t visible. Their task was to be alert to intruders who, after all, were unlikely to spring from under the bed once the room had been inspected. Unbeknownst to Erin, they were also to be mindful of the possibility that she would attempt to do him harm. Something could happen to restore her memory, and she might turn on him, too. As Gray had done.
    No one was exempt from suspicion. No one at all.
    He had not survived hundreds of years by taking foolish chances.
    “It’s no different than having a guard dog in the room. His presence is required for my safety. And yours. You know that. He would only come with us into the bedroom, my treasure.”
    His hand delved into the folds of her body, and, well. Erin responded to that as he had known she would. Christophe shivered with the sexual response he shared with Sheth. He dropped her robe to the floor and proceeded to stroke her with both hands. From the corner of his eye, Christophe saw his mageheld stir.
    He leaned in and kissed her mouth while he allowed his mageheld to seat himself more fully in his head. As he did this, she opened his jeans and slid a hand over him. Christophe was, after a fashion, addicted to the rush of a mageheld’s lust for a human woman, and Sheth was by now whipped into a frenzy. For Sheth, it was as if she was stroking his cock instead of Christophe’s.
    He felt his mageheld’s arousal, touched through his skin, tasting with his mouth, all with a richness of sensation that had vanished from Christophe’s life hundreds of years ago. He shoved away his jeans and underwear to slide into Erin’s body, drawing from her magic, supplementing his own and letting his thoughts slip away. He knew what it felt like to take a human woman when his body was not. More than once he had lived an experience no human man ever knew, a pleasure beyond anything he’d felt on his own.
    Though his body was human, he had made contact with the internal fire that kept Erin alive. Even though it wasn’t possible for him to live in another’s head, he had done so through monstrous abilities shared by Sheth and others like him, including Tigran. Sex with Erin through Sheth was like nothing he could experience as a man. Oh, yes. He was addicted to this, but he had long ago come to terms with his weakness.
    Christophe adjusted himself and Erin to sink deeper into her body, and she accepted him. She accepted the searing eyes of the mageheld with whom