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| 0bb5b46 | Do you think I'm afraid of your wolves?" she demanded. "The only big bad wolf around here is you. Call all your wolves. Go ahead." She glared into the secret, dark interior of the forest. "Come and get me. What did he say to you about me?" Mikhail pried her fingers loose from the branch she held like a club, allowing it to fall. He curved an arm around her slender waist, brought her small, soft body up against his much larger, rock-hard fra.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0e7bb29 | Call all your wolves. Go ahead." She glared into the secret, dark interior of the forest. "Come and get me. What did he say to you about me?" Mikhail pried her fingers loose from the branch she held like a club, allowing it to fall. He curved an arm around her slender waist, brought her small, soft body up against his much larger, rock-hard frame. "I told them you tasted like warm honey." He whispered the words with his black velvet sorcere.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| f2b7fb6 | Where is all that marvelous respect a man as powerful as myself deserves?" His thumb stroked across her full lower lip, a sensuous caress. Raven closed her eyes against the inevitable. She wanted to cry. Her feelings for him were so strong, her throat was aching and burning. Mikhail brushed her eyes with his lips, tasted a tear, sought refuge in the sweetness of her mouth. "Why would you cry for me, Raven?" he murmured against her throat. .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| c69e18f | I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It's frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute. I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It's as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can't get you out." She made it a confession, her head bent, ashamed. Mikhail took her hand, tugged at her to get her walking with him. "This is the way of my people, the.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| aef22a4 | Mikhail, I don't know what you want." She didn't know what she wanted either. He stood up then, power and grace combined. His shadow reached her before he did. His strength was enormous, but his touch was gentle as he pulled her to her feet. His hands slid up her arms, rested lightly on her shoulders, thumbs stroking the pulse in her neck. His touch sent warmth curling in her abdomen. She was so small beside him, so fragile and vulnerable. .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| c2572c7 | You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled. She flashed him another smile, tugging at her wrist to remind him to release her. "I think you know what's between us would be worth nothing if you forced me to do your will in everything." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8067c80 | Am I right in thinking you're deliberately keeping me here?" Mikhail shrugged his broad shoulders. "Yes and no. I do not want to force you against your will, but as to my wanting you to stay, I believe us to be lifemates, bound more irrevocably than by your marriage ceremony. I would be extremely uncomfortable without you here, both in body and mind. I do not know how I would react to your contact with another man, and quite frankly, I fear.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| e03cd7f | We really are from two different worlds, aren't we?" she asked sadly. He brought her hand to the warmth of his mouth. "There is such a thing as compromise, little one. We can move between the two worlds or create our own." Her blue eyes slid over him, a faint smile touching her mouth. "That sounds so good, Mikhail, so twentieth-first century, but somehow I think it's more likely I would be the one compromising." With his strange Old World c.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 5f2d5ec | Stay with me tonight. You can read while I work, and I will teach you how to build better shields to protect yourself from the unwanted emotions of those around you." "What can you do for my hearing? Your little medicinal concoctions have increased my hearing to the point of absurdity." She arched an eyebrow at him. "Do you have any idea what else is going to happen to me?" His teeth grazed the back of her neck, his fingers brushed across h.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7a5efe5 | It was beyond his imagination that such a miracle could occur. Just when he knew he would walk into the sun without hesitation, he had been sent an angel. A slow smile softened his mouth. His angel refused to do anything he told her. | Christine Feehan | ||
| c25033a | He turned his head as she approached, a smile warming his eyes, chasing away the shadows. Heat pooled in her abdomen, ran liquid through her body. Mikhail bent his dark head to hers, his mouth brushing hers tenderly. "Good evening." He touched her hair, and then skimmed his fingers down the side of her face in a long caress. She allowed him to seat her at the table, marveling at his gallant Old World courtesy. He placed a glass of juice in .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| b0206fd | Mikhail." Her voice was hesitant, as she chose her words carefully. "I belong to myself. I'm a person, not something you can own. In any case, I live in the United States. I'm going back there soon and intend to be on the next train to Budapest." His smile was that of a hunter. Predatory. For a moment the firelight gleamed red, so that his eyes glowed like a wolf's in the night. He said nothing, simply watched her unblinkingly. Her hand flu.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0eed10f | What can you do for my hearing? Your little medicinal concoctions have increased my hearing to the point of absurdity." She arched an eyebrow at him. "Do you have any idea what else is going to happen to me?" His teeth grazed the back of her neck, his fingers brushed across her breast possessively. "I have all kinds of ideas, little one." | Christine Feehan | ||
| bcfc932 | Do you have any idea what else is going to happen to me?" His teeth grazed the back of her neck, his fingers brushed across her breast possessively. "I have all kinds of ideas, little one." "I'll just bet you do." | Christine Feehan | ||
| c24f7e5 | We are already bound together in the way of my people. Will you speak vows in the way of yours?" Her blue eyes widened with shock, eyes a man could drown in. Eyes a man could spend eternity staring into. A small, very male smile tugged at his mouth. He had succeeded in shocking her. "Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?" "I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?" He was grinning openly at her. "You're propo.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 3408095 | You're a leader here. Obviously your skills are far superior to mine. I don't think I could ever fit into your life. I'm a loner, not the first lady." "I have great responsibilities, yes. My people count on me to keep our businesses running smoothly, to hunt down the assassins murdering our people. They even believe I will singlehandedly find out why we lose so many of our children in their first year of life. There is nothing special about.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9139817 | She crossed the distance separating them. Raven didn't say anything. What could she say? She simply laid her head over his heart and slipped her arms around his waist. Mikhail closed his arms around her. He had taken her life away from her, without her knowledge. She was comforting him, yet she didn't know of his crime. She was bound to him, could not be away from him for long. He had no words to explain it to her without giving away more a.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| db9d891 | Listen to me, Raven." He brushed a kiss on the top of her silky head. "I know I do not deserve you. You think you are somehow less than what I am, but in truth, you are so far above me, I have no right even to reach for you." When she stirred as if to protest, Mikhail held her tighter. "No, little one, I know this is true. I see you clearly, whereas you do not have access to my thoughts and memories. I cannot give you up. I wish I was a str.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 3c02bf0 | She deserved a courtship, deserved to know him, to come to feel affection if not love for him before he bound her to him. A human. A mortal. It was wrong. It was dangerous. He gently placed her on the cushions. "I got a little carried away, Raven. It will pass soon. Let me get you a drink of water." Raven watched the flames in the fireplace, drifting a little while she waited for him. She didn't see him enter the room, but the flames leapt .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| fd86ac4 | You are in my heart to stay, Raven. I know better than you the differences between us. I ask only for a chance." She turned herself in his arms, pressed her body lovingly against his. "You really think we can make this work? We can find a middle ground?" She really had no idea of the risk he would be taking. Once she lived with him, he could never seek the safety and sanctuary of the earth. He could not leave her without his protection even.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 6b0897d | The wolves are talking to you! How do I know that, Mikhail? How could I possibly know such a thing?" He ruffled her hair lightly, affectionately. "You hang out with the wrong crowd." He was rewarded with a bubble of laughter. It tugged at his heart, left him open and vulnerable. "What is this?" she teased. "Lord of the manor picks up seventies slang?" He grinned at her boyishly, mischievously. "Maybe I am the one hanging out with the wrong .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 35ca7f4 | What is this?" she teased. "Lord of the manor picks up seventies slang?" He grinned at her boyishly, mischievously. "Maybe I am the one hanging out with the wrong crowd." "And maybe there's hope for you yet." She kissed his throat, his chin, the stubborn line of his blue-shadowed jaw. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress?" His arm curved around her shoulders, and turned her toward the table. "We are about to have company." | Christine Feehan | ||
| a80a8aa | Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?" "I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?" He was grinning openly at her. "You're proposing to me with a carload of assassins approaching?" "Potential assassins." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7c60def | Where are my clothes?" He grinned unexpectedly, a perfect male smirk. "I got carried away and ripped your jeans. Just stay with me tonight, and I will get you new clothes tomorrow." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0e651de | she instructed softly. She ached for the touch of his fingers, the sight of him, and that gave him satisfaction. She was already missing him--just as he was missing her. | Christine Feehan | ||
| c2c480e | We are already bound together in the way of my people. Will you speak vows in the way of yours?" Her blue eyes widened with shock, eyes a man could drown in. Eyes a man could spend eternity staring into. A small, very male smile tugged at his mouth. He had succeeded in shocking her. "Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?" "I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?" He was grinning openly at her. "You're propo.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 46af8ed | I can see this is going to take some heavy persuasion." His lips moved over her face like a brand, fastened on her mouth, and rocked the very earth. "No one should be able to kiss like you do," Raven whispered. He kissed her again, tantalizingly sweet, his tongue sliding over hers sensuously, pure magic, pure promise. "Say yes, Raven. Feel how much I need you." | Christine Feehan | ||
| b73e58c | Say yes, Raven. Feel how much I need you." Mikhail dragged her closer so the hard evidence of his desire was clearly imprinted against her flat stomach. Taking her hand in his, he brought it down to cover the aching bulge and rubbed her palm slowly back and forth across him, tormenting both of them. He opened his mind so she could feel the sharpness of his hunger, the edge to his passion, the flood of warmth and love enveloping her, them. .. | Christine Feehan | ||
| fefcc14 | Of course the most popular area for vampires is in Transylvania, but we have our own stories. All through the Carpathian Mountains there are extraordinary tales. There is a tour, following Jonathan Harker's route to Transylvania. I am sure you would find it most enjoyable." Margaret leaned forward. "Do you believe there is truth to the stories?" "Mrs. Summers." Raven showed her shock. "You don't, do you?" Margaret's face closed down, her li.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9edb0c6 | How could so many people over hundreds of years tell such similar stories without some truth to the legend?" "A living corpse?" Raven's eyebrows shot up. "I don't know about the Middle Ages, but I'd notice if dead people started walking around, dragging off children." "There is that," Mikhail agreed." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 503f165 | I am sorry, little one, that you had to endure such a thing." He carried her into his house and made for the library. Raven could hear soft words in his own language muttered under his breath. He was swearing, and it made her smile. "What does that mean?" He blinked down at her. "Sorry," he muttered. "Literally, 'Shadow take you.' That old woman is evil." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 44cbd8e | He was glad he was in the form of a creature, so he couldn't smile. She didn't know what muscle was. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 8ebeeb2 | So just how good a chess player are you?" she challenged impudently. An hour later Mikhail leaned back in his chair to watch her face as she studied the board. She was frowning in concentration, trying to puzzle out his unfamiliar strategy. She could sense that he was leading her into a trap, but she couldn't find it. Raven leaned her chin on the heel of her hand, relaxed, in no hurry. She was patient and thorough and twice had gotten him i.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 9452293 | You are a cunning devil, aren't you, Mikhail? But I think your cleverness may have gotten you into a bit of trouble." He watched her with hooded eyes. His teeth gleamed white in the firelight. "Did I happen to mention, Miss Whitney, that the last person impertinent enough to beat me at chess was thrown in the dungeon and tortured for thirty years?" "I believe that would have made you about two at the time," she teased, her eyes glued to the.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 2aca3b1 | Mikhail lazily reached across the board to make his move, saw the dawning comprehension in her eyes. "I believe what we have is checkmate," he said silkily. "I should have known a man who walks in the forest surrounded by wolves would be devious." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 06ae750 | You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 0c815be | Listen to me, Mikhail." Her voice was husky. "We both know what loneliness is, what real isolation can do to a person. It's beyond my imagination that I can be this close to you, physically touch you, and not be swamped with unwanted burdens. But we can't do this." Amusement crept into the dark fire of his eyes, a hint of tenderness. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck. "Oh, I think we can." His black velvet voice was pure seduct.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| d753f12 | Listen to me, Mikhail." Her voice was husky. "We both know what loneliness is, what real isolation can do to a person. It's beyond my imagination that I can be this close to you, physically touch you, and not be swamped with unwanted burdens. But we can't do this." Amusement crept into the dark fire of his eyes, a hint of tenderness. His fingers curled around the nape of her neck. "Oh, I think we can." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 7c864a0 | I'm not going to sleep with someone I don't know because I'm lonely." He laughed softly, low and amused. "Is that what you think? That you would be sleeping with me because you are lonely?" His hand was at her throat again, stroking, caressing, heating her blood. "This is why you will make love with me. This." His mouth fastened on hers." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 552adc4 | She didn't see him enter the room, but the flames leapt and danced as if a sudden draft had fed them. She blinked and there he was, tall and handsome, like some hero in a storybook. She smiled at the fantasy. Mikhail wrapped his arm around her shoulders, partially holding her up while she drank. "You really are extraordinary," she murmured, uncertain whether she was dreaming or not. "It is good you think so," he pointed out. "Since I wish t.. | Christine Feehan | ||
| 49886ac | You really are extraordinary," she murmured, uncertain whether she was dreaming or not. "It is good you think so," he pointed out. "Since I wish to spend time with you." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 1d3e4c4 | She couldn't help herself; she reached up to trace that incredible smile with the pad of her finger. Who had a mouth like that? Who had such white, perfect teeth and such beautiful eyes? "You should be pretty with all those lashes," she murmured, still not certain if she was dreaming. "But your face is a little too rugged to be feminine." He caught her fingers and bit gently on them. "I'm thankful for that, at least." | Christine Feehan | ||
| 2861352 | Perhaps we shouldn't see each other for a few days. I've never been so tired in my life." She tried to give him a gracious way out. Raven looked down at her hands. She wanted to give herself an out, too. She had never felt so close to anyone, so comfortable, as if she had known him forever, yet was terrified that he would take her over. "And I don't think your family was thrilled to see an American with you. We're too...explosive together,".. | Christine Feehan | ||
| cc7f960 | Perhaps we shouldn't see each other for a few days. I've never been so tired in my life." She tried to give him a gracious way out. Raven looked down at her hands. She wanted to give herself an out, too. She had never felt so close to anyone, so comfortable, as if she had known him forever, yet was terrified that he would take her over. "And I don't think your family was thrilled to see an American with you. We're too...explosive together,".. | Christine Feehan |