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  But her kind never desired him in return.

  Even knowing that, need began to churn inside him. Hot, driving need that, for a moment, surpassed and masked his sole reason for being there. He watched her smooth a tendril of hair from her brow. His blood became enflamed. His body hardened. Though her every move was like living passion, there was something almost vulnerable about her. Something sad. Something that pulled at his deepest yearnings.

  The girl glanced around her, above her, below her, as if she could sense his scrutiny. Unexpectedly, her gaze connected with his. Blue to brown. Desire to confusion. He was nearly forced to his knees with the intensity of longing that swept through him. She didn’t look away. She held his stare and slowly offered him a smile.

  He sucked in a breath. Could she see him?

  Nay, nay she could not, for her shoulders sagged slightly, and her smile faded. Her gaze moved to the railing beside him.

  Was she Jorlan’s lover? Had Jorlan touched her, planted himself firmly between her thighs? Percen scowled as those images flashed through his mind. Of course his brother had tupped her. What man would turn away from such loveliness? Not Jorlan, surely, a connoisseur of female flesh. Well, ’twas reason enough for Percen to have her himself.

  As his scowl lifted into a predatory grin, Percen tapped a finger against his chin. Just how should he go about winning this girl? His ugliness caused even the staunchest of stomachs to churn. Magic, mayhap? Aye, he could use the same spell he’d used all his life to lure women to his bed, a spell that made others see him as the man he wanted to be, not the man he truly was.

  His eyes narrowed when the object of his query brushed her fingertip across Jorlan’s arm. Jorlan sent her a questioning gaze, then smiled, as if telling her without words to continue.

  Percen’s fingers bit into his palms. Oh, this was going to be fun. So much fun.

  FIFTEEN

  THE DAY PROGRESSED QUICKLY for Jorlan. He worked much, talked little, and always remained alert. By the time he and Katie entered her home, he was at last able to relax, for the sensation of being watched had finally abated. Still, he desired time alone to ponder what had happened. Without telling Katie his purpose, he went into the bathing chamber, stripped, and stepped inside the tub. Warm water rained liquid heat upon his naked body, almost like a caress.

  The presence he had felt today…something had not been right. Yet he could not exactly lay claim to what it was that bothered him. He pressed his forehead against the cool, damp tile. At first he’d thought the presence had been a sorcerer, but the more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that what he had felt was a lingering hint of magic. A lingering hint of the stone spell.

  Each day that passed, the spell’s power grew in strength, ready to claim him. He could not let that happen, and he knew what he had to do to prevent it. ’Twas past time he forced Katie to face what simmered between them.

  His mind drifted back over the day’s events. After Frances and Heather had said their goodbyes, he and Katie had worked inside the old house for many more hours. He’d enjoyed every moment of their time together, especially the way her gaze had repeatedly glided over his body with longing. But she never asked for his touch. Nay, she merely asked him more questions about his past.

  How had the curse come about? she’d wanted to know.

  He explained how he’d been abed—although he hadn’t explained that he’d been with Maylyn. A servant had rushed inside, happily shouting a man waited below and claimed to know who had killed his father. As Jorlan had searched for months with no results, he welcomed any information most eagerly.

  He had vaulted from the bed without giving Maylyn a second’s thought.

  But in the next instant, Percen materialized.

  Maylyn, splayed across the linens in all her naked glory, had smiled oh, so sweetly and used her sorcerer’s power to lock Jorlan’s feet in place. He’d known then that everything she’d ever done or said to him had been a lie, and he’d hated her. She’d been Percen’s ally all along. He had reached for a weapon, but just as his brother had cast the stone spell. Jorlan’s flesh instantly hardened, yet he had still heard, felt and saw everything around him.

  Limping, Percen studied the stone from every angle. He laughed, the sound filled with more glee than humor. “I know you hear me.” He trailed a fingertip down Jorlan’s chest. “I’ve already killed the man below, for the answer to Imperia’s greatest mystery will die with me.”

  Percen uttered a long, drawn-out sigh laden with false sorrow. “Do not worry, my brother. There is hope for your freedom. When I think you’ve suffered long enough as stone, I will allow Maylyn to kiss you. After that, you will have two cycles to win her love.” He laughed, the sound like shards of broken glass grinding together. “Just imagine. She betrayed you, and yet you will have to court her or lose your freedom forever.”

  Katie had listened intently, had even hugged him close afterward. But when he questioned her about her past, about her life, she turned away, suddenly busy. She’d done the same thing all these many days they’d spent together. He thought he understood her reaction, even if he didn’t like it. Sharing of oneself created a bond and opened wounds mistakenly thought healed. But she would learn, just as he had, that they couldn’t deny their pasts.

  She would also learn that she couldn’t deny her future.

  WHILE JORLAN BATHED, Katie set the stage for his seduction.

  Her fingers shook nervously as she lit jasmine-scented candles on her dresser. The flames flickered lazily in the darkness, dancing shadows and light together and casting a lacy canopy over the room. She wanted the atmosphere to evoke a mood of sublime promises and carnal need, where every shadow held a hint of the coming pleasure. True to Nick’s advice, she wore nothing beneath her robe. The condoms, rope, handcuffs and lubricant were on the small round table beside the bed.

  The atmosphere was perfect.

  Just a few more finishing touches…

  The flowing water tapered to quiet sooner than she’d anticipated.

  Katie froze.

  One minute ticked by. Then another. And another. From the far corner of her bedroom, she watched Jorlan emerge from the bathroom. A white cotton towel was wrapped around his waist as tendrils of steam wafted above him, curling up toward the ceiling.

  She gulped, steeled herself. I can do this. I can. “Jorlan?”

  Footsteps resounded from the freshly cleaned floor as she watched his approach. He stopped in her doorway. The candlelight snaked from her room to the exact place he stood, paying him nothing but tribute, making his skin glow to bronzed perfection. His gaze raked her slowly, deliciously. She didn’t say anything, just waited. Then his gaze collided with hers. He must have guessed her intentions because he inhaled sharply, causing his nostrils to flare. Suddenly he possessed the patent stillness of a predator, just before attack.

  In the next instant, his features were unreadable. “You know, Katie,” he said smoothly, “I have been thinking.” Looking as though he possessed all the time in the world, he leaned into the door frame. “We have talked about my life, my past, but we have never discussed yours.”

  “Oh?” She glanced away, guilt etched in every curve and hollow of her face. “What do you want to know?”

  “You may start by telling me what qualities you desire in your life-mate.”

  Her gaze snapped back to him. “Are you asking me to marry you again, because I —”

  “I am simply curious.”

  She wanted to make love to him, and he was curious about her future husband? Angered, she gave him more of the truth than he probably wanted. “I want a man who loves me for the woman I am, not the woman he wants me to be. And I want a man who will love me forever.”

  “I see.”

  Such an easy reply disappointed her. On some level, perhaps, she’d hoped he’d say I can be that man. “What about you? What are you looking for in a wife? Besides a means to an end.”

  “A woman with spir
it and courage. A woman who fascinates me and makes my body throb with unquenchable need…a woman who makes me forget.”

  Cords of jealousy were already working a path down her spine. She didn’t want to think about this faceless female who would one day be his life-mate. Katie only wanted to think of here and now. “I don’t want to talk anymore, Jorlan.”

  His brows arched. “What, then, would you have us do?”

  “Make love. All night.” She reached out and beckoned him over. “Until neither of us can move.”

  Instead of racing to her and swinging her into his arms, he replied, “Are you sure this is what you want, katya?” There was an edge to his tone that suggested she agree, and as he waited for her answer, his eyes turned to cool slate, the crystalline light that usually danced within them subdued to dark sapphire. “You have refused me so many times.”

  “I’m positive I want this. I even bought us some things.” She motioned to the side table with a wave of her arm.

  His expression still unreadable, he eased into the room. He didn’t come to her. No, he sat at the edge of the bed, just in front of the table and inspected her purchases. Lips twitching, he tested the strength of the rope then set it aside. He held up the handcuffs. “What do you plan to do with these?”

  “Lock you to the bed.” Her heart raced at the thought, her toes curled, and her nervousness increased.

  “Mayhap I will lock you to the bed.” He paused, then grinned slowly. “Aye, I like the sound of that. Having you subject to my will.” He replaced the handcuffs on the table surface and fingered a box of condoms. “What is this?”

  “Condoms.”

  His brow puckered in confusion.

  She explained the consequence of unprotected sex.

  Half grinning, half resolved, he uttered a sigh. “I could only give you a child if we were life-joined, katya. ’Tis the way of the Imperians.”

  “Really? So I don’t have to worry about that?”

  He gave a slight shake of his head, sending several strands of dark hair over his brow.

  “Well, then,” she said, gently brushing the inky locks from his eyes and fighting a rush of nervousness, “you have my permission to proceed to the next level.”

  “Not just yet, I think.” He swept the box to the floor. He raised the tube of lubricant and studied it from every angle. “And this?”

  “It’s to help—” No, that wasn’t how she wanted to explain. “It eases—” No, that wasn’t it either. “It’s to make a woman wet.”

  His grin faded completely. “I make a woman wet, katya,” he growled. “What a ridiculous concept. This—” he eyed the tube with disgust “—is not needed.” He didn’t give her a chance to reply. He tossed the tube over his shoulder and beckoned her closer with a crook of his finger. “Now come here.”

  This is it, she thought. I’m giving myself to him.

  Suddenly an unexplainable calm settled over her. This was right. So right. In fact, it was as if she’d always existed for this exact moment. For this man. She could no more deny that than she could deny her lungs air.

  Filled with a heady mixture of need and anticipation, she closed the remaining distance between them. His hands anchored at her waist, easing her between his thighs. Warm and sweetly scented with mint, his breath kissed the V of her robe.

  “I might have been in a hurry to get to this moment,” he said, his voice laced with determination, “but now that it has arrived, I am going to take my time with you, savor every touch. Every sound.” His eyes glinted with an emotion she couldn’t name. “I do not want any games this time. Only you and me.”

  “Yes.” The words escaped on a breathless sigh. “Just you and me.”

  “Later…We will play later.” His gaze slowly slid up her body and then he was gazing right into her eyes. Heat and longing and passion all blazed in those baby-blue depths.

  A heartbeat passed, a mere whisper of time, before his lips touched hers. His tongue moved inside her mouth with drugging slowness, exotic and consuming. Each time before he had been molten lava. Now he was a well of water, and she was parched, living for every ounce of him that he offered.

  “Do you know,” he said, pulling back to watch her through the thick shield of his lashes, “that when I felt the stone dissipate, ’twas not vengeance or home that I first craved. ’Twas you.”

  Those words washed over her, gentle, wonderful, and oh, so beguiling. “I wanted you, too.”

  He uttered a soft chuckle. “Had we followed our instincts, we would have saved ourselves much frustration.”

  “I’m sure we would have made love over and over by now. In the garden, the truck, the bathroom.”

  “The rented chamber,” he added helpfully. His hands slid languidly up her sides and cupped her jaw. He planted breathy little kisses and nips over her nose, eyes, her chin. “You know, of course, that I will not be satisfied until I have you in all of those places.”

  Warmth skidded along her spine. “Do you promise?”

  “Oh, aye. You have my word, and my word is my honor.”

  He gently tugged her face down for another kiss. While his tongue worked its magic, he urged her onto his lap, spreading her thighs and hooking her legs around his waist until she straddled him completely and cradled his erection. His mouth never left hers.

  In their position, she knew he was impossibly aroused, that he was huge and thick and hard—and she had caused this reaction. She, a woman who was too tall, too bossy and lacking in feminine graces, had brought this seductive man to such potent arousal. That knowledge gave her power, power that was very, very intoxicating.

  On and on the kiss continued. Jorlan explored her leisurely, prolonging her pleasure, making her burn for so much more. He let his tongue trace the outline of her lips, leaving fire in its wake. His hand splayed over her collarbone, so warm, so inviting, a heartbeat away from dipping inside her robe and cupping her breast.

  But that strong, masculine hand remained in place, teasing, taunting. Tormenting.

  As one minute ticked by and then another, her nipple puckered in expectation and rasped against the cotton fabric of her robe. Her body began a constant ache for the heat of his hands—any part of his hands. His fingertips. The pad. The calluses. Something, anything except the waiting, the needing. She already knew an invisible cord stretched from her nipples to her clitoris, and if he would only touch her intimately the throb between her legs would spring and uncoil, giving her release.

  She pulled away from their kiss. “Jorlan…”

  “Kay-tee.” He took possession of her mouth again, smothering her words. His fingers traced a path down the middle of her robe, and she thought, Yes! This is it. He’s going to give me what I need. But he merely traced the seam back up again, never once touching actual skin.

  She’d been aroused one too many times in the last few days without receiving a reward. Her body was demanding that reward now. Immediately. She bit the cord of his neck and said, “Please.” He just let his fingers blaze the same unhurried path they’d taken before, always remaining a breath away from where she craved them most. He paused sometimes to simply look at her, or tell her something naughty, but he always left her untouched and wanting, aching. She loved his kiss, she truly did. Never had a man kissed her quite so perfectly. But she was becoming more and more desperate for skin to skin, full body contact.

  “Jorlan?” She strained against him. “You’re killing me here.”

  His lips curled with wicked amusement. “Did you not once say you wished to die of pleasure?”

  “I didn’t mean it literally.”

  “So you wish me to do more to you?”

  “Hell, yes!”

  “Hmm,” he said, tormenting her to an even greater degree. “Not just yet, I think.”

  Oh, he would pay for this later. His tongue licked and sucked the exposed skin of her neck and chest. He kneaded her butt. She writhed, she pressed against him, she tried to place his hands where she needed them most
, but he always ruined her efforts by returning his palms a safe distance away.

  “Damn it, Jorlan, I’m seriously considering tying you up and taking over.”

  His laugh was a low purr. Then—finally! — his hands dipped inside her robe. But instead of cupping and squeezing as she so desperately craved, he teased a fingertip around her nipple. The action only increased her frustration, her need.

  “Tell me what I do to you,” he commanded softly.

  “You make me ache.” She meant the words as a complaint, but they sounded more like a plea.

  “Where exactly do I make you ache, katya?”

  “Everywhere.”

  “Where specifically? Here?” He grazed the tip of her waiting nipple.

  Her hips jerked, and she almost came right then. “Yes, there.” He licked the same path his finger had taken. “Oh, God. Right there! Do that again.”

  He gave her other nipple the same treatment—a light grazing, followed quickly by the heat of his tongue. Her lower body arched into him. Just one more touch. One more.

  “Where else?” he demanded. All touches ceased. She shimmed against him, causing her robe to part, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “By Elliea, katya, you are magnificent.”

  His words washed over her like a bold caress, making her groan and squirm. Beyond desperate now, she reached between their bodies and yanked at his towel. He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “I asked you a question. Where else do you ache?”