"Lie on your back and close your eyes. Let me chase your fear away. With nothing to fear, there is no need to die, eh?" "No." She tried to push him away. "No." He slipped an arm under her knees and drew her down the bed onto her back. She propped herself up on her elbows, trying to evade his lips as they nibbled their way down her neck to her collarbone. And lower. Panic welled within her. She couldn't fight him. Not when she trembled like this. Not when the world tipped sideways. He slid the tip of his tongue under the leather to trace wet circles on her chest--just above her breasts. Her nipples sprang taut, sensitized to the soft leather that grazed them when she oved. Never before had Loretta actually felt the blood drain from her face; she did now. Sucking in a draft of air, she tried to twist sideways, but his arm, roped with muscle and tensed against her, blocked her escape. As she shifted position, his lips found her ear and, in unison with his teeth and tongue, learned its texture, its taste, its shape, discovering with unerring accuracy the sensitive places. His warm breath made chills run over her. "Habbe..." Her voice trailed off. She wanted desperately to distract him, but instead it was she who couldn't seem to concentrate. "Your name, wha--what was it? Habbe what? What does it mean?" "Habbe Esa, Road to the Wolf, Hunter of the Wolf. My brother the wolf showed his face in my name dream." "Y-your name dream?" She wriggled away and shoved the heel of her hand against his chin so she could sit up. "Wh-what's a name dream?" His eyes gleamed down at her as he drew back his head. "A dream a man seeks when he becomes a warrior. In the dream, he learns his name. A woman has no need. She is named by others." He dipped his head and captured her thumb between his teeth. Mesmerized, Loretta felt his tongue flick across her knuckles. Dear God, she was going to faint. And while she was unconscious, he would--he would...She felt herself tip sideways. His arm caught her from falling. He released her thumb. "Blue Eyes?" Loretta licked her bottom lip, trying desperately to right herself, to stay conscious. She couldn't pass out--she just couldn't. His face blurred. And his voice seemed distant. " , where are you, Blue Eyes?" Loretta blinked, but it did no good. Was this how it felt to die? All floaty and distant from everything? , where are you, Blue Eyes? She tried to answer. Couldn't."