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and power. When he’d told her
the history of his people, he hadn’t mentioned a word concerning his own story.
Even when she’d wanted to ask him about it, she’d restrained herself because
she’d sensed he wouldn’t answer, that his memories were too painful, too
terrible for him to relate without feeling exposed.
    She sat up slowly, trying not to wake him from his trance.
After a quick glance at her discarded jeans, she stood up and put on a robe. It
wasn’t as if it’d be too cold outside. Winter or not, it was her world after
all. It would have been stupid to create an environment that might threaten her
own survival just to imitate Earth’s often harsh and unstable climates.
    When she turned around her gaze fell on Xiu. Her heart
stopped for a moment and her stomach threatened to heave. Her trembling hand
covered her lips to quiet the cries echoing in her mind. She drew closer to his
battered back and went down on her knees. She didn’t touch him, too afraid to
awaken him, although she itched to trace the patterns of scar tissue with her
fingertips. It would have taken probably an eternity to locate each one of
them. The scars not only crisscrossed his back but each one of them overlapped
an older one, revealing centuries of agony and abuse.
    His nature should have healed him and, even if not, he could
have come to her dream world with perfect, healthy skin. The rest of his body
was flawless. As it was, she doubted he was even aware of the awful marks he
carried on his back. He wasn’t one to show others the pain and suffering he’d
endured. No, she was certain he didn’t know how the deep scars that marred his
soul were reflecting on his body, like a silent scream for help.
    Feeling the strange warmth over her skin, she looked down at
the beautifully carved stone hanging over her heart. She took it in her palm
and wished she had the power and the time to help him, at least a little bit—him
and her two other mates—before death took her away. Covering him carefully with
her blanket, she left silently the cabin.

Chapter Five
     
    Hanging spread-eagle between two trees, Duncan groaned and
let his head fall back. The sturdy silver ropes abraded the sensitive skin at
his wrists and ankles a little bit, making him feel exposed and vulnerable
while Ged playfully grazed his sharp fangs here and there along Duncan’s skin,
following with his calming tongue and cool lips.
    The vampire was a master at sensual torture—no doubt about
it. Where Duncan was pure, wild animal passion, Ged enjoyed the slow,
sophisticated torment that made a man climb a long, seemingly endless ladder of
pleasure with no end at sight. Gedeon was able to make his lover beg and plead
for hours, increasing his need moment by moment, leaving him hanging for an
eternity at the fine line separating the simple, unadulterated pleasure from
the big-bang-you’ll-never-be-the-same-again finale. Duncan should know better
than anybody else by now.
    A sweet, fresh whiff of jasmine and mandarins made him shut
his eyes in sheer bliss and howl his urge to the moons. But the smell of fear
that came along with the sweeter odors made him aware that they weren’t alone
anymore. He tensed. His eyes snapped open, finding his mate’s shocked face
watching them from the other side of the clearing.
    “Ged, stop!” Duncan gulped, waiting for her outburst.
    The long, slender fingers only inches above his cock came to
an abrupt halt. Behind him, Duncan sensed Ged straighten slowly.
    “Everything’s okay, little one,” Ged said, sounding calm.
    “Are you hurting him?” Sarah inquired, her wide-open eyes
glued on them.
    “Not in the way you’re imagining.”
    “Are you willing?” she asked Duncan, poker-faced.
    He wanted to deny it. Instead, pressing his lips together,
he stared at the ground.
    “Sarah?” Ged’s tone was tender, understanding. “Watch him,”
he told her, letting his fingers slide to their goal and surround Duncan’s
thick,