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d just lain there like an idiot, too startled to say or do anything. Not that he'd had much of a chance to react, but still...The muscles in his neck began to ache with the str

an idiot. In fact, he'd always considered himself somewhat intelligent, but that was before he'd climb

k. Climbing in and calmly pulling it closed was more along the lines of inexplicable insanity. And he was starting to talk to himself, he pointed out. Yes, i

eated a few patients with other, more long-term, difficulties. He supposed he could have had the seed all along, and tonight it had simply sprouted into full-blown mad

ped space, calling himself all kinds of a fool for at least half an hour as the car had driven to this house. Then the car had stopped, the trunk had opened and what had he done? Had he leapt out, apologized for his unna

nto the bed and splayed himself for her to tie down. Greg had even returned her smile when she'd pat

ime since then in bewildered contemplation of what had happened. His own behavior-never mind the woman's-didn't make any sense. It was as if he'd temporarily lost h

im fear he was some sort of sexual gift. A sex slave, perhaps. That possibility had immediately had him imagining being ravished by some huge, homely creature with a b

r-couldn't bemore than twenty-five or thirty years old at most. Surely no daughter of hers would be old enough to want a se

in conservative suits, had a conservative haircut, and lived a conservative life based around work, his family, and little else. Well, his wor

a moment ago. He eyed her with wary interest. Except for her long blond hair, she looked very like the brunette who had brought him here. She was beautiful, w

s eyes had held a sadness and wisdom that had belied the youth of her skin and features. This woman was la

hought as he watched her walk to the dresser against the wall adja

shapely legs, and the thought crossed his mind that it was almost a shame that she

tantly for her to turn her attention to him, but she didn't. Much to his amazement, she merely w

pened and closed twice before he man

he door and turned to

and asked, "Do you think

d by the request, she moved to

his hands. Greg knew his wrists were red and abraded from tugging

understanding filled her face. "Oh, of course. Bastien's early arrival must have interrupted her before

had brought him here and he was positive she was wrong. "The woman who brought me here was too

don't have a sister. The woman you're describ

his eyes widened at theramifications of what

er head, and said, "That's an od

doing so. He allowed himself to enjoy the fantasy for a moment, but then realized that his body was enjoying it way too much, a noticeable bulge was growing in his pants. He gave his head a shak

ed to consider himself an obliging sort. Besides, in this case, he thought being a sex slave might not be so bad. Realizing his thoughts were

rose. "Did Mo

ibly taken away. Greg supposed he could have lied; however, he was a poor liar. "But I don't want to be here, and really I don't hav

is head with concentration and a deepening frown. She was also moving closer to the bed, though he suspected it was a subconscious action

my mind?" Greg

ook he

oblem?" he queried. "I mean, can

absent action, her thought

he could read minds. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. The mother couldn't exactly be normal, or she wouldn't allow strange mentrunk-for she'd

inds. It made himwonder if there wasn't some sort of citywide madness occurring. Perhaps men all around Toronto were climbing into trunks and letting th

was the most likely possibility. It provided a most satisfactory explanation of his own inexplicable behavior in getting himself here. Of course, none

romise I'll forget all about this. I won

ean like the police?" She seemed startled at

ngly enough," he admitted reluctantly. "But now I want to go home, and if yo

ut she couldn't get into his thoughts. It was as if there were an impenetrable wall around his mind, and while she'd heard of this, she'd never run across it herself. Lissianna had never met a mortal

is thoughts and soothe him. The only problem was that if she couldn't slip into his thoughts even a little, Lis

n. She'd said she'd kissed and caressed the man, relaxing him, and ha

ed, and while society had grown more promiscuous the last fifty years or so, Lissianna's life hadn't. Her parents were old, with old values and b

e preview of her birthday dinner, rather like a lick of the icing off a cake before it was served. Okay, she'd like a

ummy enough that she'd be tempted to suck him dry, ate

is reall

been taught that it was bad form to play with your food or allow it to suffer needlessly. And this man was suffering. It was her duty to get int

on the side of the bed. "You shouldn't struggle,and you

new he was upset. Or perhaps he was simply a

her lap so that she could work at the bow around his neck. He sighed as it was r

she asked, sliding the sil

led instead as she undid the top three buttons of hi

e'd revealed. Much to her satisfaction, a little shiver went through him as her long nails scraped gently across his naked skin. This seduction business was

ut it was obvious his heart was no long

ong the cloth just above his belt. The provocative action sent his sto

ed. "There are worse thing

is comment and decided she'd relax

hroat, and said more fir

again, noting the way his eyes immediately dropped from her face

the firm contours of his lips as she considered her next move. He was an attractive man. In her time, she'd seen men who were more handsome, but there was somethi

ibly if I kissed you

n his mouth suddenly opened to suck her finger into his warm heat, she took that as permission, but Lissianna sat still, her eyes finding and holding his with fascination as she noted the fir

e an erogenous zone, Lissianna thought faintly, as the fire smolder

r testing her prey's scent. His was a spicy, dusky aroma that she quite liked. Lissianna smiled faintly, then brushed her lips against his cheek before trailing them across to his lips. She pressed them there a little more firmly and rubbed them gently back and forth. Gregory Smith's lips appeared firm and hard, but they felt soft. Lissian

times, countless times even if she were to be honest. Some kisses had b

nd something else she couldn't immediately identify, then Lissianna simply couldn't be bot

d her, thrusting and sweeping through her mouth with a demand that made her shudder. For a moment her purpose was completely forgotten. She found herself sh

only half-aware of it until he turned his head away to br

s reached his throat, their pelvises were even, and he immediately rotated his hips, urging himself against her, increasing the excitement for both of them. His groan was both frustrated

as Lissianna began to feed, and the pleasure exploded inside her mind, then tran

t. This time was different. She was excited, he was excited, and the blood pouring into her body was a string that connected their excitement, bouncing it between th

s, honor, courage...Lissianna had a brief window into his soul, and in those few moments learned more about him than she could have in a hundred conversatio

d for the pleasure he was giving her. In that moment, with their bodies entwined, both of them moaning, arching, and writhing against each other, only this man seemed

.." His voice had started out muffled by the door, but had grown involume as

nna Arg

yes shooting open as she re