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  “I mean this.” His hands left my breasts and slid down my trembling abdomen to the tender vee between my legs. I gasped and bit my lip as Richard ripped a hole in the crotch of my pantyhose, exposing my white silk panties.

  “What…?” I couldn't even form the question.

  “Are you wet for me, Rachel?” he whispered softly, cupping my pussy through the thin, silky material in one warm palm. “I'm only going to ask you one more time. Did your body respond when I kissed you?”

  The panties I had on were unlined, and I gasped as he pressed one large finger against them, rubbing the slippery material into the hot, wet folds of my cunt. I had never allowed him to go so far while we lay in bed together, but now I couldn't seem to stop him. I could feel my body opening for him spontaneously, my pussy lips so swollen and hot that they were spreading of their own volition, welcoming his invasion despite the thin silk barrier between us. But still I couldn't bring myself to tell the truth.

  “N—no,” I whispered, biting my lip as the lie escaped me.

  Richard sighed. “You leave me no choice, Rachel,” he said. With one swift, violent motion, he gripped the crotch of my panties and ripped them away, baring me completely. I gasped when I felt the thin sides of the panties give way and the cool air of the room hit my unprotected sex. Then Richard's big hand was there again, cupping me, spreading me so that his blunt fingertips could explore my naked cunt with nothing between us.

  “Richard…please,” I begged, but I didn't know if I was begging him to stop or to never stop. I had never felt so helpless or so completely out of control of my body. Here I was, straddling his lap, my breasts exposed completely and my legs spread wide while he explored my naked, wet pussy with gentle but insistent fingers, and yet I couldn't stop—didn't want to stop.

  “If my kiss didn't arouse you, then why are you so wet?” he whispered roughly, in answer to my plea. “Why are you spread out on my lap, letting me touch you like this if you don't like it? Who have you been saving yourself for all these years, if not for me, your Lanor-zur?” he demanded.

  I shivered and bit my lip as he pressed one long finger gently into me, feeling my virgin barrier. No one had ever touched me there before, not even Charles. But I could feel my body wanting more, wanting Richard to breach that barrier and claim me as his own, even as my mind was insisting that it was completely, utterly wrong. It was difficult to understand how something that felt so wrong mentally could feel so right physically.

  “Please,” I gasped again, then bit my lip to keep the rest of my plea from coming out.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Richard's eyes were half-lidded, an almost lazy expression of lust in his pale green eyes. He seemed to enjoy watching me writhe against his exploring fingers, watching the needs of my body war with the conflict in my mind.

  I couldn't say a word, but I found myself shaking my head very slowly. If he stopped now, I'd die. I needed his touch on my body the way the parched land of the desert needs the cooling rain.

  “Didn't think so.” One blunt fingertip began to stroke relentlessly along the sensitized side of my clit, building incredible sensations in the tight little bundle of nerves even as I moaned and cried, writhing against his hand. I found that my own hands were on his broad shoulders, my fingernails digging into his back as the pleasure built inside me.

  “I want you to do something for me, Rachel,” he whispered, never stopping the steady motion of his fingers inside the wet folds of my cunt. “I want you to come for me, right here and right now. I want to watch you come as I claim you—watch you come as I finger your hot, wet cunt and prove to you that we belong together.”

  Even as he spoke, I felt the waves of pleasure beginning to crest inside me. The orgasm he was building in me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. No hand but my own had ever touched me where Richard was exploring with such expert care. No one had ever spread open the lips of my pussy and pressed his fingers inside me to test my depth, or caressed my clit so knowledgeably with just the right amount of pressure to make me come.

  “Oh, God!” I moaned. I was coming so hard. I threw back my head, giving in completely to the sensation as I pressed myself against him, feeling my inner muscles contract around his fingers which were suddenly inside me again, fucking me as deeply as he dared without breaching my barrier.

  “God, Rachel, I can feel you coming.” Richard's deep voice was ragged, as though he was at the very edge of his control. “That's right, baby, come for me. Come hard,” he murmured, still stroking in and out of my wet sex. “My sweet one, my Lana-zeel.”

  “Richard…Richard!” I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and closed my eyes, my orgasm so intense I actually saw stars behind my tightly closed eyelids.

  No one had ever made me come like this before; no one had touched me as he touched me; no one had made me feel so alive, so perfectly aligned with the needs of my body. How could he do this to me—make me react like this? He can do it because he's right—you're both of the Amon-kai, and you belong together, whispered a little voice in my head.

  But as the intensity of my pleasure ebbed, I pushed the certainty away. This was wrong! Richard was my brother in all but blood, and besides, I had a fiancé whom I was going to marry in two weeks. It was as though the orgasm had cleared my head, broken his hold on me, and I found myself finally able to pull away from Richard's addictive touch.

  “Richard,” I said in a shaky voice, putting my hand to his wrist and pushing him away from my unprotected sex. “We can't do this; it's wrong.”

  “Then why does it feel so right?” he countered, grabbing my arms when I would have slipped off his lap.

  “I—I don't know. But you can't always allow yourself to be led by how you feel,” I said, trying to make myself believe it. “We can't do this, Richard, so let me go.”

  He frowned, and his hands tightened on my arms, obviously unwilling to comply. I was sure for a fleeting second that he would unzip his jeans and force me to spread my legs once more, this time to receive his hard cock into my pussy instead of his fingers. I felt my heart rate double at the thought, and my naked cunt felt even hotter and more slippery than when he had been touching me. Would he do that to me? Would he take what he wanted by force?

  “No.” His voice was a growl and then he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as though forcing himself to get control. “No,” he said again, and his grip on my arms loosened, allowing me to scramble off his lap and pull down my skirt. Richard looked up at me as I buttoned my blouse with shaking fingers. There was a mixture of despair and determination in his pale green eyes. “I won't take you against your will, Rachel,” he said at last. “When you give yourself to me, I want it to be voluntary and with all your heart. I won't claim you completely until you can do that for me.”

  “Then you'll never claim me,” I whispered through trembling lips. “I'm sorry, Richard, but I can't do this with you. Never again.”

  He stood up from the couch suddenly, looming over me like an ominous dark mountain. “Never is a long time, Rachel. And don't forget, I won our bet. I'll come back to collect when you're ready to be reasonable.”

  With those words he was gone, leaving me alone in my little purple house to cry in bewilderment and need on the small, lumpy loveseat where he had touched me so gently.

  Chapter Nine

  He didn't come home that night.

  I sat up until almost three o'clock in the morning, hoping to hear his key in the door, his step on my front porch. But there was nothing. I finally fell into a troubled sleep a little after three and then I had the dream over and over again—the moon, the statues, the boy, the wolf, the blood…it beat in my brain, making me crazy, waking me over and over with his name on my lips.

  I felt like shit the next day, and I'm sure I looked it, too. I lost a case that should have been a cut and dried conviction and went home early with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. Would he be there, waiting for me, as though nothing ha