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rose to sit beside her. “Now I’m done.”
    Speechless, with no explanation for the emotions swirling
through her, she stared at his back.
    Viv’s heart fluttered with life at the awe and surprise
tingeing his soft voice when he whispered—
    “You quench my thirst.” Then he vanished.

Chapter Three
     
    Alek sat on the balcony and watched the sun climb into the
sky over the arena.
    Quenched!
    His chest rose and fell rapidly with the deep draughts of
air he drew into his lungs. Never had he stayed in bed all night with a woman
or beast. But he hadn’t wanted to leave Viv. She was vampyre through and
through and would be sleeping the sleep of the dead by now. He would have been
alone anyway. Damn, he wanted to lie there, touch her and smell her heavenly
scent all day.
    Quenched! Is it possible?
    No way could he let her find out about…about what?
Technically nothing had ever happened between him and the prince. Sure, at
times he had wanted to go there, at times they touched and mentally fondled
each other. That was all. They’d both drawn back in surprise and fear of their
out-of-control lust. Hell, he didn’t care about men loving each other, he’d
just always been attracted to women. Plain and simple. This thing with the
prince… Well, he couldn’t explain it. He knew wolf males often cavorted
together, lay with each other and that didn’t cause him to think any less about
them as people or men. Finding love, no matter where, should be a beautiful
thing. Cats just didn’t do it that way.
    It was the blood, the vampyre elixir of life that made him
hunger for his friend.
    She quenches my thirst. If only I could be sure .
Unable to get the thought of his words to her out of his mind, Alek shook his
head in amazement.
    Soon he’d be thirsting for the prince’s blood. But his body
exhibited none of the telltale signs yet. No needy sweating, no anxiousness.
    The lion, his tiger, both preened and stretched inside him,
quietly alert and waiting. For what?
    It was weird.
    Suddenly the tiger began to prowl, clawed and pushed at the
lion, moved him aside. The only cat that ever emerged was his striped beast.
Would he ever see tan fur running down his body, wear the black mane of the
cave lion with its enormous paws? Shit, did he want to?
    Nikol was a formidable sight when he changed. Not what the
present day’s small lions looked like in zoos or on the African savannas.
Today’s tigers were much larger than the fawn-colored cats. But they’d be no
match in size to the close to eight hundred pounds of muscle and sinew the
prince became.
    His heart rattled an erratic beat. Something wasn’t right.
    Alek’s striped hair lifted from his neck in a breeze blowing
across the balcony, spraying around his face, weaving a peculiar odor through
the air. Nostrils flared at the unknown scent and now the lion pranced about
inside him.
    When both cats displayed nervousness, the pain was unbearable
as they fought for supremacy. “Fuck, what now?”
    Don’t be afraid of what you are.
    “Who in hell…” The voice in his mind was strong, a power
he’d never felt before.
    His body lifted from the chair he’d sprawled in, floated
over the arena. Alek had no control of his extremities. His beasts growled and
ripped at his insides, both crying for release.
    Become what you should be.
    “Goddamn it.” Landing softly in a heap on the sandy ground,
Alek curled into the fetal position, sure he was about to die.
    See what you can be.
    Pictures flashed through his mind. A tiger and lion gamboled
together on a grassy knoll. Alek sensed he knew them, felt they were one.
    Clothes vanished as his body bowed from the ground. A
keening sound wrenched from his throat followed by a growl that shook the earth
beneath him. “Let…me…go.” His pleading words slipped through parched lips
stretched in a grimace. Alek’s eyes watered, tears flowed into the hair at his
temples. Pain raged violently as he lurched to a kneeling