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  “Oh!” she moaned as the sensation continued to grow. “Oh, yes…yes…”

  He must be healing her—there was no other explanation for this extraordinary sensation growing inside her—the sensation that was centered right where he was licking.

  Suddenly Lizabeth felt her eyes roll up as the sensation began to change from warmth to pleasure—yes, it was definitely pleasure. It wasn’t quite to the level she’d experienced when he’d gone down on her during their trip to the Tower, but it was close—very close.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged him shamelessly, pressing her pussy up to meet his mouth, riding his tongue as he licked her over and over, bathing her aching clit with long, hot strokes. “Don’t stop, Lone, please.”

  He didn’t answer in words but his muscular arms wound around her thighs and split her even wider for him. A low, hungry growl rose in his throat and he pressed against her, lapping harder and faster, giving her exactly what she begged for—exactly what she needed.

  Lizabeth suddenly felt as though she was right on the edge. She was amazed at the intense sensation. It was as though her severed nerve endings had somehow regenerated as Lone licked her so long and hungrily. But how could that be? She didn’t know but she felt the effects of his healing in the rush of tingling pleasure that swept through her—the pleasure that originated in her swollen little clit.

  “Oh,” she moaned, gripping his hair tighter and thrusting her hips shamelessly in rhythm with his lapping. “Oh Lone—yes! Yes!”

  And then it felt as though her whole body was exploding, starting at the juncture between her thighs and spreading outward, like a star going nova. Lizabeth’s breath caught in her throat and every muscle in her body seemed to clench at once. Her toes curled and a breathless moan was torn from her that sounded suspiciously like his name.

  It wasn’t just that Lone had restored a little sensation for her so she was able to have an orgasm—it felt like he had somehow made her even more sensitive than she had been before! And the orgasm she was having now was the most intense she’d ever had.

  “Lone!” she moaned again. “Oh God, I’m coming…you’re making me come so hard.”

  Again, he didn’t answer in words but she felt the emotions pouring through their bond. Thankfulness that he’d been able to heal her…love that swelled through him for her…and desire so overwhelming he was nearly overcome by it. Lapping her open pussy was incredibly erotic to him—his favorite thing to do in the world, and she could feel that he was hard as a rock in his tight black leather flight trousers as he made her come over and over…

  At last she fell back, panting and Lone raised his head to look at her. His mouth and jaw were shiny with her juices and his gray eyes were half-lidded with lust.

  “All better now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Lizabeth.

  “You know it is.” She stroked his cheek lovingly. “Lone, you’re wonderful. I never thought it would be possible for me to come again.”

  “Glad I could prove you wrong.” His voice was low and hoarse with desire, his gray eyes dark. “Gods, I want you, Lizabeth. Want so badly to bond you to me again—completely this time.”

  She felt a rush of emotion go through her—some his and some hers. Desire…uncertainty…need…devotion…the intense wish to be joined together, never to be parted again.

  “Lone,” she said softly, caressing his cheek. “I want that too. But I don’t know…I’ve heard that Kindred often don’t survive the death of their mate and I’m so much older than you. I just…I hate to ask you to tie your life to mine when—”

  “Listen to me,” he interrupted, his eyes blazing. “I have no life without you, Lizabeth—you are my life. And I want to be with you forever. If I die when you die—and I think I probably will—that’s all right. We’ll go to the Goddess together and never be parted. Do you understand?”

  Finally, Lizabeth felt like she did. There was no stopping this love—no putting it off or denying it anymore. Lone wanted her with a single-minded intensity and he wasn’t going to stop wanting her, wasn’t going to move on or find a girl his own age. Because it was Lizabeth that he wanted—her that he needed forever in his life and that was never going to change.

  “All right,” she whispered, giving in at last. Leaning forward, she took his mouth in a hot, passionate kiss, humming in pleasure as she tasted her own secret flavor on his lips. When she pulled back, their eyes locked and she could feel the heat building between them—the desire to fill and be filled—the need to bond completely this time.

  “I want you,” Lone growled again. “I want to be in you. I want to fill you with my shaft and make you mine forever, Lizabeth. But…” He frowned. “But I don’t know if I can. Without a twin, I mean.”

  Lizabeth looked at him thoughtfully.

  “I don’t think you need a twin, Lone. I think…” She frowned, trying to phrase things correctly. “I think you have a Light Twin and a Dark Twin—both inside you. I think you’re both.”

  “I have had that same thought,” he admitted, still frowning. “But the problem remains, how do I bond you to me when I have no twin to help?”

  An idea began to form in Lizabeth’s mind. She remembered the way he loved to serve her and call her “Mistress” and then she thought of the dominance and savagery he’d exhibited when he came to rescue her in the Friezen’s damn breeding hut. They were two halves of the same man and she needed to be bonded to both. How could she do it?

  “You know how, daughter,” whispered a soft, feminine voice in her ear and a feeling of warmth and strength and love filled her. “You must give yourself to both halves and unite them as one. You can do this.”

  Then, as suddenly as it had come, the voice and the feminine presence that had accompanied it were gone. Lizabeth knew she probably should feel freaked out by the voice—she had no idea what had just happened, after all or who had been talking to her. But somehow she felt only a sense of peace…and a knowledge of what to do next.

  “Novice,” she said to Lone, leaning down to place another possessive kiss on his mouth. “You have served me most beautifully here on your knees with your face between my thighs. Now I want you to serve me in bed.”

  “Yes, Mistress—it is my greatest desire to serve you.” Lone’s gray eyes were heavy-lidded with anticipation and surprised pleasure. She felt a surge of lust come from his side of their link—so, he really did like playing “Novice and Mistress” with her. She would have to file that away for further consideration but for now she wanted to make use of it.

  “Carry me to the bed,” Lizabeth ordered imperiously.

  “As my Mistress wishes.” Lone rose and scooped her up off the couch as easily as though he was carrying a child. God, he really was so strong—it was such a turn-on, Lizabeth couldn’t help thinking. She’d never been exactly as thin as she wanted to be (what woman was?) and the knowledge that she was finally with a man who was strong enough to lift her and carry her around without fear of injury was intoxicating.

  Lone carried her into the bedroom and would have laid her down on the large gela-foam mattress with its warm red spread but Lizabeth stopped him.

  “Wait, Novice,” she told him. “I am not ready for that yet. First put me down and then stand in the center of the room with your hands behind your back.”

  Lone complied at once, putting his hands behind his back with had the effect of making his broad chest look even broader. He was still wearing his Kindred uniform—a long-sleeved green button-down shirt made of heavy, silky material, tight black leather trousers, and high black boots. They would all have to come off, Lizabeth decided but first she had other things to do.

  “Now what, Mistress?” Lone asked, his voice getting deeper with lust.

  “Now I want to inspect what’s mine.” Lizabeth lifted her chin and stalked around him in a circle. She trailed her fingers possessively over his muscular chest and back, almost as though she really were a Yonnite Mistress, inspecting a bodyslave she was intending t