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her, surrounded her, swamped her. It called to her as nothing else could have. "You were telling me
about traveling around from place to place singing." His voice was aching with need.
She heard it clearly, and her body responded on its own, dissolving into liquid heat. Desari cleared her
throat. "We simply became our own ancestors if someone remembered us. It was seldom necessary, as
we made certain we stayed away from areas for decades at a time. Dayan is a poet, a master with
words, and no one is better on a guitar. Syndil, too, is a wonderful musician. She can play almost any
instrument. Actually, Barack is the same way. He seems to really enjoy playing for our audiences." She
gave him the information, but her mind was on the fact that his fingers had slipped inside her neckline and
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were moving hypnotically back and forth as if he were memorizing the feel of her.
"Barack and Dayan." Julian repeated the names softly. There was the smallest bite to his voice, his
perfect teeth snapping together, reminiscent of a hungry wolf. "Those two act as if they have certain rights
where you are concerned." There was a cruel edge to the set of his mouth, a darkness in his golden eyes.
"They do not. In lieu of your father, Darius is the only one you are answerable to until your lifemate claims
you. I have done so." He leaned forward as if drawn beyond his own will and touched her collarbone
with his lips, the harshness in his face at once softening. The touch was feather-light, but it penetrated her
skin and made straight for her heart, setting it pounding with some emotion she didn't want to try to
understand.
His mouth moved, a trail of fire running from her collarbone up to the pulse beating so frantically in her
throat. Her soft mouth trembled, long lashes sweeping down to cover the luminescent glow in her dark
eyes. She should stop him. For her own sanity, she should stop him. But his mouth was moving slowly,
gently, a heated exploration not at all aggressive.
Desari tried desperately to marshal her thoughts. "You have claimed me?"
His fingers tangled with hers. He brought her hand to press against the muscles of his chest, his thumb
feathering with false innocence over her pulse. He felt it jump as his lips drifted lower, pushed the limits of
the neckline of her shirt, where the creamy invitation of her breasts swelled in anticipation. "I have. You
are bound to me." He whispered the words into the valley between her breasts, and her entire body
clenched with such need that Desari felt weak.
She swore there were flames dancing over her skin. She actually looked down, expecting to see little
orange tongues of fire licking along her skin. She shivered and tried to withdraw her hand, tried to put
some much-needed space between them. "You believe I am. I do not." Desari found that where her head
was certain she wanted to move, her body refused to cooperate.
His laughter was low and husky with male amusement at its worst. "You cannot possibly think you could
get away from me now." Julian transferred his attention to her arm. His lips skimmed along her bare skin,
stopping to dwell in the sensitive inner elbow before moving on along her forearm. Then he was doing
something to her inner wrist, his teeth scraping over her skin, making every muscle in her body clench
until she thought she might have to scream with need. "I would not be much of a lifemate if I could not
hold what is my own, now, would I?"
As he bent forward over her arm, his golden hair was brushing against her skin, and she closed her eyes
against the waves of heat rising so sharply between them. In spite of herself she smiled. "You are every
bit as arrogant as Darius." She liked the feel of his hands, the molten gold of his eyes burning over her.
She even liked his arrogance.
"Mmm," he murmured rather absently, clearly distracted. "Am I?" His hand glided over her rib cage until
he found the edge of her shirt. "You know you love everything about me." He buried his face in the
waves of ebony silk cascading around her shoulders and down her back. "I love the way you smell." His
hand slipped beneath her thin cotton top, his fingers splayed wide to take in as much satin skin as he
could.
The sensation was beyond her wildest fantasy. So hot. Reaching into her insides and simply melting
everything. "I thought we were going to talk," she said a little desperately. Her arms seemed to have a will
of their own, sliding around his neck. For a moment she closed her eyes, savoring the heat of his body in
the coolness of the night. .
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"I am talking to you," Julian whispered. "Do you not hear what I am saying?"
His voice moved like velvet over her skin. How could she not hear him? Inside her body, Desari felt a
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