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turn of her thought, wondering when she’d turned into such a carnal
creature.  Was it an effect of the spell?  She firmly pushed the wicked
thoughts from her mind.
                Shadowmere was a
barbarian land.  She had to make an impact on him, no matter how distasteful it
was to her sensibilities.
                She corrected
herself--Until he appeased her by agreeing to help, she would use her wiles to
whittle down his resistance.  After all, he’d promised to practice much the
same torment on her.  Fair was fair.
                “I want you to
agree to help me, Lord Raphael.”
                “I’ve answered
you once before.  Nothing has changed.”
                “I think you’ll
agree much has.”  She indicated the cloth binding his wrists to the bed,
limiting his movement.
                “What have you
planned?  I warn you, pain is of no consequence to a beastman.”
                “There are other
methods much more pleasant, as you so graciously pointed out, that can be just
as effective.”
                He laughed and
slanted her an appreciative look.  “Do your worst, my lady.  My answer will
remain the same.”
                His stubborn
unwillingness to listen infuriated her.  Though he was beast, she could not
believe he was not the same as any other man she’d ever encountered, who fell
to their knees and begged when presented the opportunity to bed a woman,
promised anything for the chance of it.  “That is not satisfactory.”
                His mouth
quirked, revealing a dimple on one side.  “What would it take to ... satisfy
you?”
                The heat of her flush
crept up her neck.  Her eyes narrowed.  “Don’t speak to me that way again or I
shall gag you.”
                He chuckled
knowingly.  It infuriated her, but she couldn’t stomach violence--there could
be no other choice but the one she’d set out on.
                Leaning forward,
she drew her tongue up his neck in one long, slow stroke.  Instantly, he went
quiet, tense.  She rose, met the heat in his eyes and felt an answering fire
spark in her depths despite her reservation.  Power over a man of such strength
strummed her veins with potency.
                Swan’s lips
curled into a slow smile.  She’d gotten his attention.  Bending once again, she
nipped one earlobe, secretly thrilled to hear a soft gasp as she sucked it into
her mouth.  He turned his head to allow her easier access.  It was only a
matter of time until he was hers.
                Releasing his ear
lobe, she licked a trail down his chest, and rounded one small nipple.  She
circled it, staying just beyond reach.  Flicking a nail against the opposite
nipple, she raked her teeth over the tiny bud.  He groaned, his skin jumped in
response, heating with each grating pass of her teeth.
                “Do you like
that?” she asked.  “I can give you more, if you’ll only agree.”
                “No,” he said
through gritted teeth.
                “It will only
worsen.”
                Something
glittered in his eyes.  His jaw hardened, teeth clenched.
                “So be it.”  It
was altogether different being in control.  She’d been freed by circumstance,
allowed to do as she willed with no repercussions.  The shock of power was
heady, addictive if sampled overlong.
                Swan straightened
above him, smoothed her palms over his chest, reveling in the feel of his taut muscles,
teasing his nipples with every pass.  A trickle of moisture leaked from her sex
down her thighs, until she could slip easily against his hard stomach.  She
rubbed experimentally against him, the ridges of his muscles abrading her clit.
                Swan bit her lip
at the exquisite sensation, at the goosebumps that