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.Her thoughts were mainly of others, her need to serve and help them.Where he wanted his own way in all things, where he believed others inferior to him, she was light and goodness.She made him ashamed of his predatory nature.Colby was no longer certain she was dreaming.She could never have conjured up a fantasy as erotic as Rafael De La Cruz.He was holding her submissive, a dominant sexual being that was both rough and tender.He demanded her response, took her response, rather than coaxed it.And she seemed helpless to stop the tidal wave of passion he unleashed in her.She began to struggle, afraid of losing who and what she was.He seemed to be slipping into her mind and wrapping himself deep inside her so that she was afraid she would never again be free.He was enormously strong and the more her body moved against his, the more viselike his grip became.He didn’t hurt her, but he refused to allow her to get away.She tried surfacing from the dream, afraid of the way her body responded to his, even when he was being roughly dominant, but she couldn’t manage to wake and save herself.And a part of her knew she would be saving herself.Rafael lifted his head slowly, his black eyes burning with fierce possession.He bent his head to catch the twin beads of blood running toward the slope of her breast.His tongue swirled over the mark he had deliberately left.A brand.His brand of ownership.The healing agent in his saliva closed the tiny pinpricks.His arms held her easily, his strength enormous.She was very small, and surprisingly strong for her size, yet her struggles were nothing to him.Sheer nonsense, barely registering.He caught her chin firmly and forced her deep green eyes to meet his.Even as he did so, his mind tuned itself to the path of hers, thrusting sharp and deep, taking command.You will take what I offer.He gave the order as he used a lengthening fingernail to open his own chest.Pressing her mouth to the dark liquid that would bind them together, Rafael ruthlessly forced her to swallow.He closed his eyes as her mouth moved against him, her body so like hot satin he could scarcely contain himself.A groan escaped, and his hands moved over her skin exploring the soft creamy curves.So lost in his own needs and desires, Rafael almost missed the movement of the young girl in the room across the hall.Nightmares were intruding, and she was calling out, thrashing on her bed, tears running down her face.His body was so hard and taut with desperate need he almost didn’t hear the intrusion.Shockingly, Colby stirred, right through the dark haze of her strange, terrifying dream.She began to fight the fog, sensing Ginny’s troubled sleep.Rafael cursed eloquently under his breath as he closed the wound on his chest with his own saliva.Gently, almost tenderly he laid Colby back on the pillows.She was very pale, her red hair spilling around her like a fiery halo.He had given her enough of his ancient, powerful blood for an exchange, but not enough to replace the volume she had lost.Unable to stop himself, he bent his dark head to the swell of her creamy, round breast.Her heart thundered beneath his roving mouth as he wantonly marked her a second time.He had never ached so much, needed so much in all of his existence.With a sigh of regret, he melted into the shadows, waving his hand to quiet the child’s dreams and send Colby into a deeper sleep.Bending, he brushed a kiss on her forehead even as he stroked a caress over his mark on her neck and the second one on the swell of her breast with a fingertip in great satisfaction.Without another sound he dissolved into mist, an insubstantial fine vapor.He poured through the window out into the night air.As he streamed toward the trees the droplets connected to form the large harpy eagle.He landed on the branch of the oak tree and stared thoughtfully at the house.Colby tried to surface to go to her sister, but Ginny had quieted under Rafael’s command, so Colby subsided, giving in to her need for sleep.“Colby.” The frightened sound of Ginny’s voice pushed through the uneasy dreams Colby was caught in.Her body was leaden, her mouth dry.Strangely her breasts ached and were sore.She tried hard to rouse herself, when all she really wanted to do was sleep.“Colby, wake up now.” Ginny was shaking her shoulder, her young voice very frightened.“I’m awake,” Colby muttered thickly, surfacing, prying open her eyelids.“What is it, honey, are you sick?” She glanced past Ginny to see Paul standing against the wall watching her.“What is it?” she asked again.“Your alarm was going off for so long, I got up to see what was wrong and then I couldn’t wake you up,” Ginny said tearfully.“I shook you and shook you.”“She woke me up.” Paul made it an accusation, but there was fear in his voice.Colby forced her body to move, sitting up, sweeping back the wealth of hair tumbling around her face.“I’m sorry.I guess I’m more tired than I thought.I set the alarm for four-thirty so I could do a few extra things.”“I knew you were getting up early!” Ginny pounced on that.“You can’t do that all the time, Colby.You need to sleep like everyone else.”“I need to sleep,” Paul corrected.“Speaking of which, I’m going back to bed.Colby, if Ginny spent all this time waking you up, don’t you think maybe that means you shouldn’t get up?” He sounded very superior.“Probably,” Colby admitted, wanting to crawl under the covers.Her body was not cooperating, feeling heavy and cumbersome, her eyes wanting to close.She was so thirsty her mouth was dry.There was a faint coppery taste on her tongue.“I think I’m beginning to believe that I’m the totally unbalanced crackpot the Chevez family and the De La Cruz brothers think I am.” She absently raised a hand to push her palm against the pulse throbbing in her neck.“Well, you are,” Paul stated, giving his brotherly opinion.“For that you get to feed all the horses while I exercise Domino.He gets hard to handle if I don’t ride him every day.I want to put in some time checking fences and if you do the feeding, I can take some extra time.” She yawned inelegantly.Paul scowled at her.“You ought to get rid of that horse.He’s really dangerous.Even Joe Vargas says so, everybody does.”Ginny caught her sister’s hand.“Is that true, Colby? Is Domino dangerous? Is he a man-killer like they say he is?”Colby’s head went up, the drowsy look suddenly gone from her face, leaving her green eyes blazing at her younger brother.“Did you tell her that?”Paul had the grace to look ashamed.“Joe told me Domino killed a man, and Ginny overheard the conversation.You know Joe, he has a thing for you.He was worried.”“Domino was mistreated, Ginny,” Colby explained quietly.“You can see the scars on him.He can be difficult in certain situations, but I can handle him.I really can.I don’t overestimate my abilities.”“I’m sorry, Colby.” Paul was quick to get the apology out.“I should never have allowed Ginny to hear that [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]