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He nibbled at the tender flesh there,
delighting in the moans his kisses elicited.
    With a supreme effort, he resisted the growing urge to
inscribe the incantation on her neck. It was heaven to be like this, with her
in his arms, writhing in passion, wanting him.
    Wanting him for him.
    It was a foolish whim but he desperately wanted her to make
love with him because she wanted to. Not because she was compelled to do
so. And while the sortilege of the lamp might cause desire to run rampant, it
was the incantation that compelled her to have him.
    Without the incantation, she had a choice.
    And he wanted her to choose him.
    He stared at her, beguiled by her beauty, the curve of her
cheek. His heart ached with wanting. He had watched her through the mirror,
wanted her from afar for so long. And now here she was. And she was so much
more than he had ever imagined.
    He pressed her back on the cushions, delighted that she
allowed it, settling himself against her body, glorying in her warmth, her
welcome. Cupping her glorious breast, he teased her nipple. She moaned and he
slipped beneath the lace, desperate to feel her skin. She didn’t stop him,
thank the gods, so he yanked at the ribbon holding the robe closed and eased
the filmy garment out of his way to bare one side.
    And ah. Ah!
    Her creamy breast rose above her rib like a satin mountain.
He stroked the silky flesh in circles, coming closer and closer, tighter,
zeroing in on that budding crest. She whimpered, a wild, throaty sound, which
unleashed the ferocious beast inside him.
    He could wait no longer and bent his head, sucking her
ruched nipple into his mouth. She gasped and her hand drifted up to rest at his
nape. When he sucked again, her nails dug deep, pinned him, held him there. She
wriggled against him, pressing into his throbbing cock. A blinding snarl of
need raced through him. Scorched him.
    “Ah, Aimalee. Aimalee,” he murmured. “I was hoping it would
be you.”
    Beneath him, she stilled. He felt it, the wall that came
slamming down.
    Ah hell.
    She drew back—creating a terrible chill between them—and
frowned at him. Her lips quivered as she searched for words. “W-what do you
mean?” When he didn’t respond she punched him on the shoulder, the mere bat of
a kitten’s paw against a stone. “What do you mean, you were hoping it would be
me?”
    His pulse skittered. He should have kept his mouth shut. He
toyed with the idea of quickly scrawling the incantation against her neck to
distract her from his blunder but he thought better of the idea.
    He’d already used the incantation once with her. It was easy
to rationalize after decades of abstinence. But it was impossible to rationalize
now.
    But gods, he ached for her.
    In body and in soul.
    He forced himself to meet her glare. It seared right through
him. The flicker of confusion was bad enough. But then there was the wounded
mien. As though he had betrayed her. Lied to her. Tricked her.
    Which he had.
    Heat prickled at his nape.
    “I knew it would be one of you.” He had to look away. Her
gaze was way too sharp. “I hoped it would be you.”
    “One of us?”
    “You and the other one.” He made a swirling motion over his
head. “The one with the hair?”
    “Sorcha?” Aimalee’s adorable nose wrinkled. “You could see us? How could you see us?”
    “Through the mirror. It is a window to the outer world. It
shows me the women who are destined to come to me.”
    “To…come to you?” Was that a drowsy, aroused expression on
her face? Or horror? Her swanlike throat undulated as she swallowed. “How many
women have…come to you like this?”
    Keeshan shrugged. Really, he didn’t remember. Didn’t want
to. Didn’t want to talk about this at all. He kissed her instead, luxuriating
in the taste of her lush lips. “I am glad it was you.”
    But her response was cold. Distant. She ducked away and
huffed as though she didn’t believe him.
    How on earth could she not believe him?
    He combed the