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regain the attention of his audience.
    “Gentlemen, please. Let us continue with our debate…”
    Jordan pushed herself higher, trying to peer beyond him. But the two men in the aisle were gone now. Disappointment shot through her.
    “You will note the presence of labia minora and labia majora as can be found in any female,” Salerno droned on, moving to her side.
    Reluctantly, she released her grip on her knees and splayed them. With one hand, Salerno reached between her thighs.
    “The labia majora is not fused—” He broke off, abruptly leaning closer to peer between her legs. “What the devil?” He grasped her phallus between his thumb and two fingers. Gently he squeezed.
    His excited eyes came up to meet hers. “I’ll be damned. I do believe you have the makings of a hard-on.”

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    O nce the velvet curtain had swished open, Raine’s silver gaze had been drawn as iron to a magnet to the figure that half-reclined upon a table ringed in candles. She was splendid.
    In spite of her contradictory body parts, it didn’t occur to him to question for a moment that she was inherently female. He simply knew it in the marrow of his bones.
    “Pardone, signore,” a voice intruded from somewhere nearby. Distantly, he noted the bishop engaging the annoying babbler in a discussion. But Raine continued to stare at the stage, transfixed.
    His gaze made a slow sweep of the figure on the table. She was petite but held herself regally, exuding a presence that had captivated the interest of an entire audience. How many men or women could recline naked in a public auditorium and still retain an air of proud disdain toward the onlookers, he wondered.
    The dull sheen of her golden complexion caught the candlelight. Her eyes and hair were dark and lustrous. Her breasts were high, plump, and well shaped, but modest—each of a size that would neatly fill his hand. Her waist and hips were slender but curved. And below, in the nest at the crook of her thighs, lay a shy, delicate cock.
    A hermaphrodite.
    But why was she here, allowing herself to be publicly displayed like the main course on a platter at a formal meal?
    And why did he want to climb onstage, crawl onto that table, and make a feast of her? At the sight of her, his own cock had hardened into a thick, strangled bulge within the crotch of his trousers. A powerful lust had risen within him, almost as though it were already Moonful.
    But the moon would not reach its ripest fullness for another week. He’d never experienced a Calling time away from the Satyr Estate, at least not since he’d become an adult. However, it seemed unlikely he could finish his business here in Venice and be home before then. He would have to plan carefully to satisfy his cravings, yet avoid discovery.
    When the harvest moon rose in the sky in seven days, his body would alter, becoming more powerfully potent. It would change physically in a way that had once terrified his former wife. During the Calling his mind would be overtaken with the need to rut from dusk to dawn.
    Much like it had been the moment he’d laid eyes on the seductive creature onstage.
    “Eh, signore?” The apologetic voice nagged at his attention again like a buzzing gnat.
    Raine tore his fascinated gaze from the woman at the opposite end of the theater and looked down to see an obsequious man standing before him and the bishop. He was speaking, repeatedly punctuating his words with nervous little half bows. How long had he been standing there?
    “Pardone, pardone, biglietti—”
    Achoo! Raine sneezed, silently cursed, and then asked, “What did you say?”
    “Si, signore. Pardone, pardone. As I was explaining to your companion, tickets are required to attend Signore Salerno’s medical lecture this evening,” the man told him, obviously relieved to have finally snagged his attention.
    “I assure you we have no interest in remaining here to witness such a disgusting display,” the bishop butted in.
    Raine’s eyes went