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finger
straightened and slid unerringly into her anal opening, she cried out, her
vaginal walls rippling around his flesh.
    “Aye,” she heard him say. “That is what I
want you to feel.”
    The orgasm seemed to go on forever. She
thrashed her head back and forth, helpless to do anything except endure the
intense pleasure he was drawing from her. When the last little squeeze died
away, his fingers stilled inside her, his palm pressed harder against her
abdomen.
    “Say it,” he demanded.
    Her blood was hammering inside her head. A
light sheen of perspiration dotted her temples.
    “Say it.”
    The two words were a command she dared not
deny.
    “I belong to you,” she said breathlessly. “Only
to you.”
    “Aye, you do,” he said and eased his
fingers from her sheath.
    Kenzi moaned. She wished he would stretch
out beside her, take her into his strong arms and hold her against his broad
chest but that never happened. As soon as she climaxed, as soon as she said
those seven words he required, he withdrew, coming to his feet with sensuous
ease.
    He held his hand out to her. With her
waning strength, she lifted her own to link fingers with him. He drew her effortlessly
to her feet then swept her into his arms without another word.
    As he carried her back to the gazebo and
the moonlit cobblestone path, she clung to his neck. It was the only time he
allowed her to do so. Once back where it all started, he set her on her feet
and stepped back.
    “Soon,” he said.
    That was new, she thought as she stared
into his blazing eyes, wishing she could make out his features.
    “What does that mean?” she asked.
    But he was already fading into the shadows,
his body becoming transparent.
    “Wait!” she cried out. “What does that
mean?”
    “ Soon .” The one word drifted on the
night breeze and then he was gone.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Kenzi sat up, eyes wide as she took in her
surroundings. The room in which she found herself was unfamiliar and her heart
thudded heavily against her rib cage as she tried to place it. She looked
around her, fear flooding her mouth with a bitter taste.
    “I will be with you shortly, Dr. Delaney,”
a disembodied voice said and she whipped her head around.
    On the wall behind her was what she thought
a flat-screen television. On the wide screen was the face of a man she
recognized. It was the man who had called himself the Supervisor, the man who
had brought her—wherever the hell she was.
    “Your purse is on the table by the door if
you have need of it,” he told her quietly.
    Swinging her legs from the very comfortable
hospital bed upon which she was lying, she slid to the floor, hurrying over to
the table. She grabbed her purse—feeling grounded by the familiarity of her
possession—and clutched it to her like a lifeline.
    “Where am I?” she demanded.
    “Tearmann. Just relax. I am on my way to
you,” he said then the screen went black.
    “Wait!” she yelled. She reached for the
doorknob and found the portal locked. Jerking the knob, she cursed beneath her
breath, pissed that she couldn’t get out.
    Fury lashed through her—along with an
uneasy feeling that she had fallen all too willingly into some weird, dangerous
trap.
    “Hey!” She kicked the door. “Open the damn
door!”
    She heard a click as the lock disengaged
and she stumbled back, heart racing so hard in her chest she thought it would
rip free of her ribs. As the door opened, she held her breath but it was the
smiling face of the Supervisor that greeted her.
    “The door was locked for your protection,”
he said. “A prisoner from level ten escaped her cell and she’s running around
up here. We didn’t want you waking up to encounter her standing over you.” He
shrugged. “She wouldn’t hurt you but seeing her might well have stalled your
heart.”
    “You have prisoners here too?” she asked,
wondering how hideous the creature had to be to stall a heart.
    “A few. Some—like the baginis —are
quite dangerous and