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for your claiming.”
    Possessiveness surged through Terach. “No.”
    He couldn’t tolerate anyone touching Israel.
    Except for Cia.
    The thought drenched his skin in heat, followed immediately by icy chill.
    Don’t think about her. Or Gian’s edict. Or what my sire’s reaction to this will be.
    He urged Israel to stand, anxious to be done and gone from Wyldfyres.
    Sex wasn’t required for the making of a slave, only blood. But when he pulled Israel’s naked body against his and his cock pressed to Israel’s buttocks, he wasn’t sure he could take the one without the other. And then Israel bent forward, grasping the high side of the lounger, spreading his legs and rocking backward, making denial impossible.
    Amadeus produced a small bottle of lubricant from his cloak.
    Terach took it. Coated his fingers and applied it to the tight rosette of Israel’s ass.
    “Yes, god yes,” Israel said as Terach’s fingers slipped in. Stretching him. Preparing him.
    He trembled when Terach breached him, the sounds he made becoming a roar in Terach’s head. A ferociousness fed by the sight of his vanquished foe lying on the floor, heart stopped by the blade he’d driven into it.
    Slow and gentle thrusts gave way to faster. Harder. Until Israel’s cries of pleasure weren’t enough, until the yielding of flesh alone didn’t satisfy.
    He grasped Israel’s cock. Forced Israel upright with an arm around his chest, both of them coming with the slide of Terach’s fangs into vulnerable human neck.
    Waves of pleasure overtook Terach, holding him down with intimate connection. There was no thought of taking too much, of going too far.
    Only when Israel’s heart stuttered in warning did he stop. He lifted his mouth, tongue darting out to close and heal the bite.
    Fierce protectiveness gripped him, at odds with the words he reviled, though he said them. “Do you choose to belong to me as a slave?”
    “Yes.”
    Terach opened his wrist, once again pressing the wound to Israel’s lips, his cock hardening inside Israel’s body as blood flowed and the bond between master and slave snapped into place.
    Around them the orgy of sex and feeding continued. But the instant Israel regained his strength, Terach let him go, separating their bodies.
    “I can provide you with temporary slave bands,” Amadeus said.
    “We’re leaving.”
    Amadeus walked over to where Diarmid lay. He retrieved the dagger that had fallen from Diarmid’s hand, then grasped the one piercing Diarmid’s heart. A yank and green eyes popped open. A laugh followed, not totally devoid of amusement.
    “There will be other prizes,” Diarmid said, gaze moving to Israel before returning to Terach. “The one you’ve ended up with is no loss, considering just what he might cost you.”
    Censure. Alienation. My companion.
    “If we fight again, it’ll be to true death,” Terach said, dismissing Diarmid from his thoughts with the first step toward the exit.
    The slightest mental touch and he found Gian at Fangs. There was no recourse now but to go to his sire’s club, to present himself and explain in person how it was he’d come to own a slave.
    * * *
    Cia surrendered. She put the book down on the table next to the recliner.
    It was a great story, one she’d been looking forward to getting back into after tutoring at the shelter, but now it couldn’t hold her interest. She couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t even zone out watching TV.
    Terach continued to invade her thoughts. She glanced at the bouquet of flowers, then the medallion on the table next to it, the silver chain it hung from coiled like a snake ready to strike.
    He stood for the very things that were anathema to her, as evidenced by his working at Fangs. How could he not be bothered by the waste of life fostered there? By the sight of young people caught in a fantasy where they truly believed vampires existed and if they got lucky, they would serve or be made one?
    She shouldn’t want him. Couldn’t.