Misbehaving

Dark Dichotomy: Misbehaving Aubrey Ross All rights reserved.

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Dark Dichotomy: Misbehaving Aubrey Ross Kendra Lawrence isn’t sure what to expect when she meets Torral Burton for the first time. His family’s secrecy has kept Napa Valley gossiping for generations. He contracts her to renovate a cottage on his secluded estate, but Kendra is tempted to misbehave as soon as she looks into his eyes. Never before has a man ignited her senses and made her long for erotic misdeeds. Ryan, Torral’s nocturnal half, senses Kendra’s presence even before he transitions out of sleep state. His visions reveal an enemy lurking in the shadows, waiting to destroy them all. A soul bonding is the only way to ensure Kendra’s safety. But first she must accept the complexity of their nature and learn to revel in the pleasures awaiting her as the mate of a Dichotomy.

Chapter One Determined not to reveal her anxiety, Kendra Lawrence smoothed her hip-length jacket over her narrow skirt and exhaled. This was the last obstacle. Once Torral Burton approved her sketches, she would have closed the most important deal of her career. She used the realization to soothe her nerves and rang the doorbell. Only a moment passed before a thin woman with graying dark hair opened one side of the high, arched doors. “May I help you?” The woman’s tone was calm and approachable.

“Mr. Burton is expecting me.”

“Which Mr. Burton?”

“Torral.”

Motioning Kendra into the mansion’s foyer, the woman shut and locked the door

before continuing the conversation. “If you’ll have a seat in the salon, I’ll let him know you’re here.” Each step Kendra took was a triumph. The Burton brothers were enigmatic and reclusive. Few were allowed into the gated compound much less the estate’s palatial house. “Did Ruth offer you a beverage?” Kendra turned around and felt her heart flutter in her chest. Heat cascaded through her body and gathered between her thighs. She swept the man’s tall form with an appreciative glance before looking into his eyes. The only image she’d managed to dig up of Torral Burton hadn’t begun to do him justice. His burnished hair swept away from his face and curled at the nape of his neck. The chiseled line of his jaw and high cheekbones seemed at odds with his full lower lip and wide, chocolate brown eyes.

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A smile curved the corners of his mouth as he posed the question again. “Would you like something to drink?” Shaking away the sensual lethargy, she shifted her briefcase to the other hand. “No, thank you.” “You’d prefer to cut right to the chase?” “I don’t mean to be rude. I’m just anxious to see what you think of my proposal.” She sat down and lowered her briefcase to the floor. He joined her on the settee. “Did you work up both scenarios?” She glanced at him again and her thoughts scattered. His liquid gaze caressed her face with physical intensity. Her skin tingled and heat crawled up her neck. It was too easy to imagine him pulling her close and pressing his mouth over hers. His large hands would move boldly over her body, first on top of her clothes, then beneath… “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a glass of wine?” With a frustrated sigh, she snapped back to attention. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s just a bit surreal. I’m actually talking with one of the notorious Burton brothers.” “You’re a local, I take it? Our notoriety hasn’t spread much beyond Napa Valley.” She pulled the presentation out of her briefcase and smiled. “Born and bred in Calistoga. I was raised on stories about what went on behind your wrought iron gates.” “Really? What happened in these stories?” “I’ve heard that you’re foreign royalty forced into seclusion.” “What makes you think we’re not?” The amusement in his expression assured her he was teasing. “One of my friends in high school was convinced you’re a vampire.” He motioned toward the golden sunbeams penetrating the window. “Will she be disappointed when you tell her I’m not even nocturnal?” “I doubt she’ll believe I was actually here.” A moment passed as she stared into his eyes. “Moving on.” She opened the presentation across her lap and angled it toward

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him. “The first section is the proposed renovation. The second details demolition and reconstruction.” “Which do you recommend?” “Definitely renovation. The cottage needs a lot of TLC, but it would be a travesty to demolish such a jewel.” He flipped through the pages of the presentation, giving her a moment to observe him more closely. He hadn’t touched her, hadn’t said anything untoward, so why was her body pulsing with awareness and… anticipation? Perhaps he was some sort of sorcerer, able to command the senses with a thought. The absurd notion made her smile as she turned her attention to the sketch he was perusing. “Did you draw this?” “Yes. Many people have a hard time visualizing a room from a blueprint.” “You’re talented.” “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure if he was complimenting the entire proposal or just the sketches. It didn’t matter as long as he offered her the job. “Let’s walk down to the lake.” He closed the presentation and tucked it under his arm. Pushing to his feet, he offered her his hand. “I’d like you to explain your plans for the upper level.” She’d dressed for a business meeting not a hike in the woods. “Do I have time to change my shoes?” “Of course.” He escorted her out the front door and toward the wide gravel drive where she’d left her car. Beyond the perimeter landscaping, vineyards stretched as far as the eye could see. Burton Brothers winery had tasting rooms in Calistoga and Napa but the estate wasn’t open to the public. “How long has your family been here?” “The winery was founded in 1882. We bought it from the original owners in 1896 and have occupied it ever since.”

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“Your wine is well known worldwide, but no one knows much about your family.” “If we had to rely on celebrity to sell our wine that wouldn’t say much about our product. Our wine speaks for itself and we cherish our privacy.” She accepted his statement with a distracted nod as tidbits of gossip rolled through her mind. The witness protection program and members of a displaced mafia had both been attributed with the Burton brothers’ need for privacy. No one could accept that they just wanted to be left alone. Slipping out of her jacket, she folded it neatly on the front seat of her car. Luckily her gym bag was on the floor in back. She fished out her running shoes and set them on the hood. He stepped up beside her and moved her running shoes to the car’s roof. Without warning, his large hands settled against her waist and he set her on the hood. She pressed her legs together, unmistakably aware of his nearness and the warmth of his touch. His fingers brushed along her calf, catching the back of her high-heeled pump. Tingles erupted in the wake of his fingers, making her ache and squirm. He slipped the pump off her foot and reached for the sock tucked inside her running shoe. “Do you want to take off your stockings?” His fingers retraced their path, caressing the bend of her knee. She shook her head, her mouth too dry to speak. She shouldn’t let him touch her like this. It was horribly unprofessional, yet she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and press her breasts against his chest. He looked up when she didn’t reply, so she shook her head again. With her foot cradled in one hand, he tugged the sock into place with the other. Seconds ticked by and tension arced between them. After working the second sock onto her foot, he turned his attention to her hands. “No significant other?”

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Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she pulled her hand out of his light grasp. “I’m not part of the proposal.” Her abdomen clenched in protest as disappointment clouded his gaze. “I wasn’t inferring you were.” He guided her foot into the first shoe as he went on. “Your office is in San Francisco. If I accept your proposal, do you plan to commute?” “I have friends in Calistoga. If you offer me the job, I’ll impose on one of them during the week and drive home each weekend.” “Do you have other clients?” he asked, reaching for her second shoe. “Not at the moment.” “An unsupportive spouse can cause all sorts of complications with a project of this scale. That’s why I asked if you were involved with anyone.” She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. His point might be valid, but he’d been flirting with her since he walked into the salon. “I’m not involved with anyone. You’ll have my complete attention.” “The project will have your complete attention. I’m not part of the deal either.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” He helped her down from the hood and they crossed the gravel drive. A narrow path bisected two large fields. Following the gentle undulation of the land, they made their way toward the lake in the distance. “Did your family excavate the lake or was it created by the original owners?” “The original owners dug the lake and built the cottage you’ll be renovating.” “Does this mean I’ve got the job?” He just smiled. The cottage sat on the far side of the lake, shaded by massive weeping willow trees. Though shabby and in need of repair the Victorian two-story was charming. He unlocked the front door and motioned her inside. “If I understand your sketches, the main floor remains largely the same.” “The changes to this level are primarily cosmetic.” “Then walk me through the upper level.”

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She preceded him up the stairs and the back of her neck tingled. Was he enjoying the view? Her skirt was just tight enough to hug her bottom and her legs were bared from mid-thigh down. If she turned and met his gaze would she find desire in his eyes or was this connection only in her mind? “If we take out this wall” -- she paused to clear her throat, not liking the husky tone of her voice -- “it will open up the front of the house for the studio you mentioned. You said your brother was an artist, but you didn’t indicate his chosen medium.” “It varies according to his mood.” He shrugged and strolled into the empty bedroom. “Charcoal, oils, buckets of paint, Ryan has used them all.” “Does he need to okay the proposal?” “I’ll show it to him tonight. Where will you get the space to enlarge the bathroom?” “The existing closet in the smaller bedroom borders the bathroom. I figured the bathroom needs the space more than the studio needs the storage.” “That makes sense,” he muttered, the floor plan still commanding his attention. She crossed to the window and gazed out over the lake. Sunlight caught on the rippling surface as the afternoon breeze stirred the water. It was so peaceful here. No wonder the Burton brothers tried to keep the world at bay.

Torral let his gaze travel the length of Kendra’s body, amazed that he could find no flaw. A friend had suggested he contact Kendra after she refurbished his San Francisco restaurant. She specialized in period recreation and upscale renovation. Torral had been impressed with her confidence and expertise when they spoke on the telephone. He’d known she was relatively young, but he hadn’t expected her to be this attractive. Her hair combined gold, bronze, and copper in a riot of shimmering curls. She stood at an angle, her face presented in profile. He wanted to trace her pert nose with his index finger then frame her face with his hands and outline her lips with his tongue.

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She was applying for a job, for god’s sake. His lust was completely out of place. Still, he couldn’t suppress it entirely. His need deepened and expanded, heating his blood and speeding his pulse. He shoved his hands into his pockets. If he touched her now, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Deep within his being Ryan stirred, possessive and restless. Torral glanced at the horizon. Dusk was hours away. Why had his nocturnal side awakened? Ryan surged, stretching the confines of sleep state, triggering transformation. Torral spun toward the door, his movements stilted. He couldn’t allow her to see the change. “Are you all right?” He raised his hand and waved her back without turning around. “Give me a minute.” The proposal sailed to the floor as he rushed from the room and darted across the hall. He closed the door to the master bedroom and leaned against it. The floor tilted and his vision blurred. Too soon! He shot the thought inward. Go back to sleep. Do not let her leave, Ryan responded. She is in danger. Urgency washed over Torral, heightening his awareness and compounding his lust. Images swirled through his mind, dizzying and arousing. He lay on his side in a rumpled bed, naked and unashamed. Kendra stood beside the bed with Ryan behind her. She raised one arm and grasped the back of Ryan’s neck. Ryan touched her, caressed her boldly, while she gasped and swayed. Desire, hot and demanding, gathered low in Torral’s abdomen. He reined in the compulsion with steely determination. They had the rest of their lives to explore these pleasures. He would not -- the rest of their lives? Why had that phrase popped into his mind? Her silky breasts quivered as Ryan teased her nipples. Torral licked his lips, anxious for a taste. Following the path of his brother’s hand, Torral focused on the shadowed cleft between her thighs.

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She’s the one. Ryan made the pronouncement with absolute finality. The tantalizing image faded, leaving Torral aching with need. He closed his hands into fists and fought for breath. She was human, unaware of the Dichotomy’s existence, unprepared for the unavoidable challenges. She was intelligent and accomplished, beautiful and sensuous. What little she knew of his family already had her intrigued. Could he build upon that mystique, cultivate her fascination? He couldn’t deny their attraction. He was certain she felt it too. Besides, Ryan’s premonitions were never wrong. I can’t just demand that she stay. If she leaves the estate before the bonding, she will die. Another image stabbed into Torral’s mind. Kendra’s face, colorless and waxy. Her eyes sightless, dead. No! Then, don’t let her leave! A firm knock vibrated the door against Torral’s back. He covered his face with his hands and sucked in a deep breath. “Just a minute.” He forced the words out between clenched teeth. “Are you sure you’re all right?” Uncertainty rippled through her tone. “Should I go get one of your brothers?” “That’s not necessary.” Ryan retreated enough for Torral to regain his composure. “I’ll be with you in a moment.” Do whatever it takes; she cannot leave the estate.

Chapter Two Aidan Nicholson felt the telepathic link slipping and frantically unfastened his pants. It didn’t matter that his office door stood ajar or that his window blinds were open. He’d never been this close before. Emotion was the key to infiltrating the telepathic link of the west coast Dichotomy. Strong feelings distracted them, allowing him to shadow their movements and absorb their thoughts. He shoved his pants down and reached inside his boxers, but resentment spiked through his lust. He shouldn’t have to sneak in through the back door. He shared blood ties with the arrogant Burtons. He should be welcomed on the familial grid. Instead, he was treated like a pariah, shunned and ostracized for the actions of his ancestors. Forcing his anger to the back of his mind, he rekindled the arousal. He closed his eyes and recaptured the woman’s image. Wildly curling red hair and eyes like summer leaves, a touch of innocence lingered in her sensuality. He focused on her breasts, feeling their weighty softness and the distinct rasp of hardened nipples. Awareness swelled within the link. Torral battled the stimulation Aidan was transmitting, but his resistance had no effect on the arousal building within them both. Aidan only enhanced Torral’s natural attraction to his mate. Despite his resistance, Torral wanted the human, ached for her body and soul. Aidan stroked his cock, using the physical pleasure to reinforce his telepathic signal. They could not be allowed to form a soul bond. They were too damned powerful already. The woman was human. If they pursued her openly she would run. And as soon as she ran he would have her! “Should I come back or would you like me to help?”

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With a frustrated groan, Aidan opened his eyes. Holly, his insatiable mistress, stood in the doorway. Her sleek brown hair gleamed in the sunlight and desire burned in her dark eyes. Why not? He could make the compulsion that much stronger if she pleasured him. “Close the door and shut the blinds. I need to concentrate.” She accepted his decision with a nod and stepped into the office. He lifted his hips and shoved his garments down to his knees while she closed the blinds. Without a word, she knelt in front of him and licked her lips. Moving his hands to the arms of his chair, he relaxed his abdominal muscles and anticipated the warmth of her mouth. She didn’t hesitate. Her moist lips encircled his cock head and she began to suck. Pleasure twisted through his belly and tingled in his balls. “Deeper,” he urged. Her fingers closed around his shaft as her head began to bob. She stroked him with firm pressure, while her mouth continued to tease. He channeled the sensations into the meld, inundating Torral with sexual urgency. Power burst within the link, slamming him backward and severing his connection to Torral. “Damn it!” He shook his head, dazed by the sudden eruption. How had they sensed him? He’d been so careful to shield his presence. Holly released his cock with a wet sounding pop and lifted her gaze to his face. “What’s the matter?” It was too dangerous to try and reestablish the link immediately. All Aidan could do was wait and see if his strategy worked. Hopefully Torral would push too hard and the human would panic. If Torral stalled until sundown, Ryan was sure to terrify her. Ryan was ruthless and she was human. It was only a matter of time. “Do you want me to continue?” Holly pumped his shaft as she waited for his answer. Holly had been sent to him by a San Francisco escort service. He “dated” her twice before proposing a private arrangement. The escort service demanded that he buy

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out her contract if he wanted her exclusively, and Aidan had been happy to oblige. Holly was passionate and adventurous. He fucked her as often as he liked, in any way that pleased him, without guilt or emotional commitment. She was a prostitute, a professional whore. He compensated her generously for the use of her body. “You almost had me. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” She smiled. “How do you want to come?” “I haven’t decided yet. Lift your skirt. I want to see if you’re wet.” She never wore panties in his presence. He loved knowing she was accessible, wet, and waiting for him. She lifted her skirt to the waist, exposing her lower body. A garter belt held up her silk stockings, but her sex was bare. Her pubic hair had been trimmed into a neat triangle and her folds peeked out from between her slender thighs. “Make room for my hand.” Her lips trembled and her eyelids drooped as she obeyed. She was such an obedient little slut. He pushed his hand between her thighs, delighted to find her moist and hot. “Do you like having my cock in your mouth?” “You know I do.” He didn’t know if the claim was true or a practiced lie, meant to please her employer. He honestly didn’t care. She was here for his pleasure, nothing more. Still, her pussy was soft and he enjoyed touching her. He traced her slit with his middle finger and felt for her clit with his thumb. She started violently as his thumb brushed across the sensitive nub. “Unbutton your blouse.” Her deft fingers worked the row of buttons in quick succession and parted the blouse so he could see her breasts. She wore a bra, but the center of each cup was cut out, exposing her tight pink nipples. “Very nice.” He pulled her toward him and caught one tip with his teeth. She yelped then groaned as he soothed the nip with firm suction. “Do you want my fingers or my cock?” “Both,” she murmured, rubbing her breasts against his face.

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He chuckled, pleased by her eagerness. Kicking off his shoes, he pulled his legs free of his pants and let his shirttail cover his erection. He moved a stack of file folders to the floor and cleared one side of his desk. She knew what he expected without having to be told. With a half-smile curving her lips, she turned and leaned over his desk, raising her arms so she could grasp the far side of the desktop. Tucking the hem of her skirt into the waistband, he bared her rounded bottom and the dusky folds of her sex. He pulled open the bottom drawer and located his favorite toy. The shaft was long and slender, perfect for anal stimulation. After smearing the toy with lubricant, he turned the base and activated the vibration. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream.” Parting her ass cheeks with one hand, he used his other to wield the toy. He circled her anus, smearing her opening with lube while he stimulated her nerve endings. Her thighs tensed and she shifted restlessly. Power uncoiled within him. She was utterly dependent on him for release. If he chose to withhold it, she had no choice but to do without. His cock bucked against his shirttail. Perhaps he would take her prisoner, stash her in some remote location, and take their games to the next level. Her body opened for the dildo, surrendering to the cool penetration. He pushed with slow, steady pressure. Her breathing hitched and her ass cheeks flexed beneath his fingers. “How does that feel?” “It drives me crazy and you know it.” He could keep her writhing on the verge of orgasm for hours. This built her hunger to a fever pitch, but she had never been able to come unless he touched her clit. He turned the toy slowly inside her then drew it almost out. She tossed her head and bucked against his hand. “Please!” A cruel smile parted his lips. He loved it when she begged.

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Thrusting the dildo deep, he reached between her thighs and circled her vaginal opening. Her silky cream coated his fingers, while she whimpered helplessly. “So hot. So wet. Tell me what you want.” “Please, touch me. I really need to come.” He chuckled and pushed two fingers into her cunt. The snug passage constricted with rhythmic welcome. Surrounded by heat and vibration, he explored her most intimate flesh, stroking and sliding, caressing everywhere but where she needed him most. The spasms grew stronger and her whimpers gave way to harsh panting. He pulled his fingers out and turned off the toy. “You’ll come when I’m ready to let you and not before.” She kicked out at him and tried to push herself off the desk. “Either fuck me or don’t! I hate it when you get like this!” Pressing her down with the weight of his body, he whispered into her ear, “You hate it when I get like what? When I make you desperate?” He positioned himself at her entrance and paused to turn the vibrator back on. Her moan turned into a wail as he drilled her with the marble hard length of his cock. “Better?” “No. That’s not what I --” He silenced her protest with the first brush of his fingers. Catching her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger, he gently rolled the tender stem until her pussy exploded in distinct spasms. Matching each firm lunge with a careful pinch, he built the intensity of her orgasm. She clutched the edge of the desk and rode the pleasure. Flesh slapped against flesh. Her cries echoed off the walls, each sharp moan fueling his possessiveness. How many men had heard the sound of her pleasure? How many felt the velvet grasp of her pussy? He twisted his fingers in her hair. Hating her. Needing her. No! He didn’t need this well used whore. He needed a woman who would want him, and him alone. Fresh and innocent, his woman would be malleable, someone he could teach, train to obey his every command.

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Lust consumed him as he imagined such a woman. She would kneel before him naked, her arms bound at the small of her back. He’d break her slowly, teach her to crave his cock and surrender completely to his touch. The image focused. Burnished red curls flowed to her shoulders and emerald fire erupted in her luminous gaze. Yes! Oh god, yes! Why hadn’t he thought of it before? What better way to destroy the arrogant Burtons than to master one of their mates? His pulse sped and his balls tightened. He closed his eyes and slammed into the whore. With a muffled groan, he came in shuddering spasms, the pleasure sputtering out like a spark in the wind. As soon as he caught his breath, he withdrew and reached for his pants. “Take that thing out of me,” Holly whispered, still too weak to move. Aidan ignored her and crossed to the window, his mind filled with possibilities. “How did the interview go?” She scrambled off his desk as he opened the blinds. “You can be such an asshole at times. I don’t know why I put up with it.” “If you’re dissatisfied with our arrangement simply repay me for your contract and you’re free from all further obligations.” The window overlooked downtown Napa, the central location from which he ran limousine tours of the surrounding wineries. In three months he had built a passing fancy into a thriving business and still discontentment ate at him night and day. “Don’t threaten me,” she snapped. When she stepped up beside him her clothes were righted and anger flashed in her dark eyes. What had she done with the vibrator? He imagined the toy still impaling her ass and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “It’s not a threat. I pointed out your options.” “I don’t have that kind of money and you know it.” “And if you did?” He crossed his arms over his chest and arched his brow. “Were you treated so much better by your other clients? Is having numerous customers really better than pleasuring me?”

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Her features settled into an expressionless mask. “I have other options.”

“If you had other options you wouldn’t be a whore.”

After a long pause, she said, “My mistake. It won’t happen again.”

“Good. Now tell me about the interview. Did you get the job?”

“I start tomorrow. Why do you want me to work for the Burton brothers?”

“You don’t need to worry about my motivation, just keep your eyes and ears

open.” “Just so we’re clear, what exactly do you expect from me?” “Information, nothing more.” “You don’t want me to use my other skills to extract this information?” “Don’t sound so hopeful.” He turned back toward the window as his mind spun on ahead. “If one of the Burtons shows an interest in you, you’re welcome to respond. But you are not to initiate sexual interaction and don’t forget whose side you’re on.”

*** The bedroom door swung open and Torral stood framed by the threshold. Torn between worry and confusion, Kendra waited for his next move. His face looked pale. Tension creased his brow and compressed his lips. “Are you all right?” she asked again. If he wouldn’t tell her what was wrong, how could she assist him? He took a step forward and gasped, immediately shifting his weight to his left leg. “It’s nothing. Really. I got a cramp in my thigh.” He paused to rub the muscle with both hands. “I figured if I walked it off, I wouldn’t have to admit my frailty.” He appeared lean and healthy. No one would accuse him of being frail. “Would it help if I… massaged it?” Heat erupted in his gaze and one corner of his mouth quirked. “I’m willing to try anything.” Despite the fire in his eyes, his voice sounded strained. Moving up beside him, she guided his arm to her shoulders and helped him limp to the stairs. He sat on the landing and she knelt between his feet two stairs down from

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where he sat. She started with his knee and worked her way up his leg with a firm circular motion. He groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders. “God, that feels good.” His leg was warm and hard beneath her hands. The muscles felt wonderfully defined. He caught one of her wrists and drew her hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss into the center of her palm. “Thank you.” Tingles skittered up her arm and heat blossomed across her cheeks. She couldn’t remember the last time a man made her blush. Her fingertips curved of their own volition, touching his lean cheek, advancing the unprofessional contact he’d initiated. His gaze held hers, waiting, silently encouraging her to explore. She traced the high arch of his cheekbones with her thumb, while the faint rasp of beard stubble teased her fingers. She pushed one hand into his hair, while the other followed his jaw line downward. He was beautiful, yet utterly masculine. If the rest of him was as appealing as his face, she was in serious trouble. She outlined his lips and he shivered. “That tickles,” he whispered, playfully nipping the pad of her thumb. His passivity vanished in an instant. He took her face between his hands and leaned down to kiss her. She started to object, but his lips brushed against hers, hot and enticing. His rich, woodsy scent filled her nose and logic melted beneath desire’s insistent blaze. She inhaled deeply and parted her lips, needing to know his taste as well as his scent. This was madness. She’d only just met him, yet the hunger would not be denied. His tongue brushed over her lips, beckoning and tempting. For one sweet moment, she abandoned herself to the madness, unleashing the need trapped within her lonely heart. He was everything she’d dreamed of in a lover. He was… Other than handsome and wealthy, she had no idea what he was. She knew little more than his name and occupation. With a frustrated sigh, she tore her mouth from his.

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“I’m sorry.” She guided his hands away from her face and pushed to her feet. “I don’t get involved with my clients.” He placed his hands behind him and leaned back, a mischievous smile parting his lips. “Then I won’t hire you.” “I need this job more than I need a lover. I thrive on these sorts of projects. No one else will provide the same attention to detail or commitment to authenticity. I’m the perfect person to restore this house.” “How can you dismiss something you’ve never tried?” Resting his forearms across his knees, he leaned forward and captured her gaze. “I’ll have one of my brothers execute the contract; then I won’t be your client.” “Mr. Burton, I --” “You can’t pretend this didn’t happen.” He rose and moved onto the same step she occupied, bringing them close without actually touching her. Kendra pressed her back against the wall, feeling surrounded and overwhelmed. “It was a kiss.” He caged her with his body, his gaze boring into hers. “What do you think this means?” “I know what it means, but you’re not ready to hear it.” He swept her cheek with the back of his knuckles and his gaze focused on her mouth. “What do you feel when I touch you?” “I won’t deny finding you attractive. What woman wouldn’t? But I don’t fall into bed with every man I find attractive.” She turned her face away from his light touch and looked past him, using the small separation to compose herself. “I’m interested in the renovation project. If you have anything else in mind, we have nothing more to discuss.” “I’d like you to meet my brothers. Are you in a hurry to leave?” “I have nothing else scheduled today. I’d enjoy meeting the rest of your family.”

Chapter Three Despite the tranquil setting, Kendra couldn’t shake her sense of foreboding. The sun hung low on the horizon by the time they returned to the main house. Torral filled the silence with a casual narrative detailing the history of the winery. “Prohibition was a challenge, to say the least. Most of the wineries in the area just closed down. We applied for a waiver allowing us to produce sacramental wine.” “Very clever.” She fiddled with the pages of her presentation, afraid the merest contact with Torral would rekindle her desire. “It was a poor substitute for full scale production. Still, it kept the land in the family and provided enough of an income to keep the creditors at bay.” They reached the narrow expanse of grass bordering the gravel drive and Torral paused. “Much as I would enjoy it, I’m not going to throw you to the ground and have my wicked way with you. Please, relax.” She was more afraid of her own response to his nearness than his obvious interest in her, but she wisely kept that fact to herself. “How long did it take the winery to recover after Prohibition?” “Several decades. By the mid-seventies the winery had been modernized and restored to full production.” “And you’ve never lived anywhere else?” He indicated their surroundings with a sweeping gesture and a distant smile. “Why would I want to?” She couldn’t argue with that. The estate was lovely and the climate mild. They were secluded enough for privacy, yet close enough to civilization to fulfill most any need. “There are six Burton brothers, is that right?”

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“Yes. We come in sets of two, so sometimes it feels more like there are only three.” “I knew you were a twin. Are you saying all of your brothers are twins?” He nodded and motioned her toward the mansion’s main entrance. “Leos and Daniel are three years older than me and Ryan; Evan and Joseph are two years younger.” “I’ve never heard of so many twins being born to one woman. Was it naturally occurring or did fertility treatments play a part?” “It’s not just my mother. Twins show up with surprising regularity throughout my ancestry.” “Has anyone ever done a detailed study of your family’s genetics?” “It’s been suggested more than once down through the years. We refuse to subject our women to scientific study.” Opening the front door, he ushered her inside. “I thought your expertise was architecture, not biology?” “It is. I just have a vivid imagination.” He hadn’t come right out and told her to change the subject. Still, his reluctance was obvious. Instead of pursuing the topic, she asked, “Does everyone still live here, in this house?” “It’s a big house. We have other properties, but we spend the majority of our time here. That might change as we marry. Married couples tend to appreciate privacy even more than reclusive bachelors.” “None of your brothers are married?” “Burtons marry for life, so it’s imperative we find the right woman before initiating the bond.” “I think most people want their marriage to last forever, but there is this thing called divorce.” “Not for us.” She didn’t argue with him. It was obvious the Burton brothers had some very old-fashioned ideals. The security of a permanent relationship appealed to Kendra. It would be wonderful to know she would always be loved and accepted. Her eyebrows

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scrunched together as she heard her own thought. She was here to renovate a house not find a husband! “I’ll send Ruth to you. There are some arrangements awaiting my attention. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” Before she could comment, he left her alone in the salon. What arrangements did he need to make and when did he expect his brothers? She hadn’t made plans for the rest of the day, but she still had to commute back to San Francisco. Or you can spend the night with him. You know that’s what he wants. She shook away the outrageous thought. She didn’t have casual sex. Sex with Torral will be anything but casual.

*** Desperate to be free of sleep state’s confines, Ryan fought his way to the surface. His consciousness melded with Torral’s in a dizzying mixture of images and thoughts. She was here! Their mate, whether she knew it or not, had arrived. Torral had touched her, tasted her mouth and the sweetness of her hesitant response. Desire curled through him, followed immediately by trepidation. Was the danger imminent or had his gift stirred, warning of future events? She was here! It was hard to think beyond that one realization. Energy pulsed. Molecules gathered and expanded. He passed through Torral’s body, separating from his day-dwelling twin. Torral stepped back and braced his hands on his knees. “I wanted to introduce you to Kendra.” He panted and color drained from his face. “I don’t… think I can hold off the change.” “I’ll tell her you said goodbye.” Torral glowered. “That’s not funny. We have to move slowly. If you push too hard she’ll --” “I won’t push any harder than she wants me to push.” Ryan punctuated the boast with a salacious smile.

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“This is too important. You have to approach her cautiously.” Torral’s corporeal form wavered, undulating in and out of focus. “Are you doing this intentionally?” “I think you’re paying for my surge back at the lake house. Stop fighting it. I’ll take care of Kendra.” “That’s what I’m afraid of.” Torral released his hold with a frustrated sigh, dissolving in a ripple of shimmering sparks. Closing his eyes, Ryan waited for his body to absorb Torral’s energy. Let Leos know what’s going on. Ryan smiled. I’ve got everything under control. Sleep state claimed Torral before he could voice his discontent. Turning his attention outward, Ryan swept the house with his mind. Leos was in his bedroom, Joseph had yet to return from San Francisco, and Ruth was in the salon with Kendra. Kendra. He let the sound resonate through his mind. Few humans knew of the Dichotomy. There was no reason for most humans to be aware of the other species living among them. But Kendra needed to know. If she were to willingly bond with Ryan and Torral, she must first accept the complexity of their nature. Leos stepped out into the hall as Ryan approached his bedroom. “Were you able to locate our intruder?” Leos asked without preamble. “His signal was stronger than it has ever been before.” “He only taps the link when I’m in sleep state.” Ryan rubbed the bridge of his nose and released a long, shuddering sigh. “I can sense echoes of his presence, but nothing strong enough to track.” “Which is why he only plays these games during the day.” Leos squared his shoulders and his dark gaze took on a stubborn gleam. “We have to find this bastard before he brings his fixation into the physical realm.” “I agree. I’m still not sure what he wants, but I’m more convinced than ever that this shadow is a Dichotomy.” “It doesn’t matter what he is; no one puts this family in danger.”

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“Glad to hear it because this family is about to get a little bigger.”

Leos’ brows drew together and he slipped one hand into the seam pocket of his

pants. “What are you talking about?” “Torral interviewed a contractor today.” “Kendra Somethingorother?” Leos nodded. “I know. Daniel told me.” “Well, Kendra Somethingorother triggered pulses of awareness so strong in Torral that they nearly jolted me out of sleep state.” “She’s compatible?” Leos sounded a bit leery. Ryan smiled. “She’s not just compatible, she’s our mate. Nothing else can produce a reaction this strong.” Pain clouded Leos’ stare a moment before he looked away. “Don’t jump to conclusions. We don’t have to bond with a female to test her compatibility.” Ryan understood his brother’s resistance. Five years before Leos had opened his heart to a human female and been betrayed. Luckily they hadn’t completed the soul bonding when he’d learned of her true feelings or the tragedy would have been magnified a hundredfold. “Do you trust my visions?”

With a stiff nod, Leos returned his gaze to Ryan. “Of course I do.”

“I saw her, Leos. Even in sleep state the vision was vivid and detailed. Danger

stalked her, threatened her, and finally captured her. I have never felt as helpless as when I watched her die. But the vision didn’t end with her death. I was shown another path. She stood between Torral and me, reveling in the love of her Dichotomy mates, not just alive but vibrant and content.” “If you don’t bond with her, she’ll die?”

“What else could the images mean?”

“That pursuing your attraction will result in her death.”

“That wasn’t what I saw. She’s our mate and a soul bonding will keep her safe.”

Leos waved away the statement and headed for the stairs. “You haven’t even

met her yet and you’re planning a soul bonding.”

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Kendra swirled the wine glass beneath her nose and inhaled the light, crisp scent of the pale Riesling. Ruth had brought her a tray of assorted wines and finger foods half an hour ago. The private tasting would have been far more enjoyable if Torral had shared it with her. She watched the archway and the foyer beyond, hoping Torral would return or one of the other brothers would appear. The persistent desire she’d experienced at the lake house had faded to a distant ache. All she had to do was close her eyes and imagine Torral beside her for the feelings to flare again, so she tried to keep her mind busy. Animal magnetism, elemental attraction, she’d heard the terms before, but never imagined she’d experience the phenomenon firsthand. Beyond the devastating exterior, Torral was charming and intriguing. Surrounded by wealth and privilege, he was still able to laugh at himself. She took a sip of wine and closed her eyes, allowing the taste to roll across her tongue. She saw his smile and felt his lips brush against hers. Tingling warmth rushed up to meet her. “What do you think of the Riesling?” With a sputtering gasp, she swallowed as her eyes flew open. Two men stood in the archway, one a step back from the other. Both had short dark hair and wide, thick lashed eyes. The man in front appeared slightly older and she wasn’t sure which one had spoken. “All of the wines are excellent,” she replied. “Which is your favorite?” the younger man asked, stepping past his brother and into the salon. “That would depend on the situation.” “I’m not talking about tact or decorum.” He stalked toward her with lazy aggression, desire making his dark eyes shine. “React instinctively. When you tasted the wine, which one pleased you the most?”

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“What if I was pleased by more than one?” A fiery blush spread across her cheeks as she heard the husky purr in her own tone. She glanced down and grimaced. Running shoes with a skirt. She must look ridiculous. “It makes you all the more interesting.” Her gaze locked with his. Had he responded to her question or her thought? Torral’s eyes hadn’t been quite as dark, but they had the same penetrating quality. She needed to get the conversation back on track. Smoothing down her skirt, she pushed to her feet and held out her hand. “Kendra Lawrence. Torral asked me to show you my ideas for the lake house.” His long fingers curved around hers in a firm handshake and Kendra’s heart forgot its rhythm. She felt surrounded by heat, enveloped in his ink black gaze. “I’m Ryan and this is Leos.” Even his tone caressed her, stirring her senses and challenging her composure. “Torral was called away for the evening. He asked that I entertain you in his stead.” “He’s not coming back?” She slipped her hand out of his, feeling oddly vulnerable. Why would Torral have left her? He’d made his interest obvious. “You sound disappointed.” Ryan smiled and a bit of the predatory ferocity eased from his expression. “Converting the lake house into a studio was actually my idea.” “He just can’t be bothered with details,” Leos told her. “Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. Only a fool intentionally sets himself up for failure.” Leos shook his head. “It’s far too early in the day for your philosophies.” “Too early in the day?” Kendra glanced at the darkened window. “A figure of speech. Ryan and I tend to be nocturnal. We are often rising about the time the others are winding down.” “I know Ryan is Torral’s twin.” Did that account for her reaction to him? “Your twin is…” “Daniel. He’ll be disappointed to learn he missed you.”

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Kendra smiled. Ryan was like a barely contained wildfire. With the slightest encouragement he would consume her. Leos, on the other hand, smoldered, his emotions more deeply buried. “Isn’t there a younger set of twins as well?” she asked, needing a distraction from the sensations zinging through her. “Evan and Joseph are in San Francisco entertaining a prospective client,” Leos explained. “Depending on how much they drink, they might not return tonight.” After a moment’s pause, Kendra swept her hand toward the presentation binder. “Would you like to see what I have in mind?” Ryan picked up the binder and sat down on the couch. Leos chose the adjacent chairs, leaving Kendra the other end of the sofa. “Are you going to renovate or level the place and start over?” Leos posed the question as Ryan thumbed through the pages of her presentation. “I have proposals for each approach, but Torral seemed more interested in renovation.” “I want renovation as well.” Ryan glanced up as he spoke. “The lake house has a certain energy you don’t find in newly constructed homes. Even the most detailed recreation can’t capture that ambiance.” “As you can see on the proposal, it will be more expensive,” Kendra cautioned. “It doesn’t matter. I won’t allow it to be destroyed.” Kendra was thrilled by his vehemence. She would much rather renovate the existing structure than start over. Ryan handed her the binder and she passed it to Leos. She met his gaze with a hesitant smile. His eyes were so dark a blue their color was only revealed in certain light. Her gaze drifted back to Ryan as tension gathered in her abdomen. This is how she’d felt with Torral. Anxious. Breathless. Leos was easily as handsome as his brothers, yet she felt only curiosity when she looked at him. “This is really Torral’s field of expertise,” Leos said as he closed the proposal and handed it back to her. “If he was satisfied with your plans, I have no objection.”

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“Torral left the final decision up to me,” Ryan reminded them. Kendra placed the binder in her lap and looked into Ryan’s eyes. “Do you have any questions?” “When can you start?” He flashed a smile and dimples formed on either side of his mouth. Leos didn’t give her time to enjoy the triumph. He stood, drawing her attention. “We’ll celebrate the partnership over dinner. I’ll let Ruth know you’ll be staying.” Uncertainty fluttered in her belly, overshadowing her momentary thrill. She hadn’t agreed to stay. He hadn’t bothered to ask. She was tempted to decline in protest of his highhanded manner, but he smiled and left the salon before she mustered the nerve. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?” Amusement shone clearly in Ryan’s eyes. “It’s customary to ask. That was a bit presumptuous.” “Would you please stay for dinner?” Ryan’s tone was coaxing, yet a hint of challenge shaped his expression. “We would be honored by your presence.” She crossed her arms over her chest and did her best not to smile. “And I thought Torral was arrogant.” “Torral is a kitten compared to Leos.” “What does that make you?”

Ryan stared at his mate as hunger twisted through his body. It was all he could do not to pounce, not to press her into the softness of the sofa and overwhelm her senses. Her understated beauty enticed him and he found her spirit fascinating. She wasn’t afraid of him even though he was doing little to suppress his desire. “I’ll let you decide what I am after you’ve seen my work.” “Is that an invitation or a command?” “Would you let me command you? I didn’t get the impression that submission would appeal to you.”

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Her green eyes flashed with rebellion and something he couldn’t quite define. She opened her mouth to respond then turned her face away. “You only just met me. How could you possibly know what appeals to me?” “Why don’t we find out? You never answered my question about the wine, so I’ll tell you. Of the five wines Ruth offered, the Riesling pleased you most.” “That’s no revelation. I was still enjoying it when you walked into the room.” “All right. How about this impression? You proposed a demolition scenario for the lake house, but you would have turned down the project if that’s what we wanted you to do.” She shook her head and glanced down at the proposal still lying across her lap. “It would have broken my heart, but I no longer have the luxury of picking and choosing my projects. The construction industry as a whole is struggling and my specialized end of the spectrum has been hit even harder.” He extended his arm along the sofa’s back, needing to touch her, but unwilling to move too fast. “Then it’s a good thing we found each other.” “I’d like to see some of your paintings. Understanding your work will help me design the studio.” He caught a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers. She didn’t notice the stolen caress until he trailed his knuckles along the side of her neck. “Is that the only reason?” “What other reason could there be?” Releasing her hair, he focused his wandering gaze on her mouth. Were her lips as soft as they looked? Would she sigh and curl her tongue around his or tremble and try to resist? “You still need to decide what sort of animal resides within me.” Her lips parted and her tongue appeared, wetting the lower curve before retreating into her mouth. “Lead the way.” Lust gripped Ryan at her whispered encouragement. Despite the boasts he’d used to provoke Torral, he understood that her receptiveness was tenuous. She had

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much to learn and time was their enemy. It was imperative he reveal the truth gradually, allowing her to accept each revelation in turn. He stood and held out his hand. Setting the proposal aside, she placed her hand in his and pushed to her feet. His fingers closed around hers, his thumb gently stroking. “Do you have a roommate, someone you need to inform that you’ll be late?” “I already left a message telling them I’d been delayed.” She neatly sidestepped his bid for information. Her response revealed nothing except that she didn’t trust him, yet. With her hand lightly clasped in his, he led her across the foyer and up the main staircase. She followed silently, her gaze taking in her surroundings with greedy awe. “When was the house built?” “Portions date back to the 1890s, though the vast majority of what you see today was part of a renovation/expansion begun in 1910.” “It’s amazing. Have you ever considered sharing it with the public?” “This is our home. Public tours will never be an option.” He led her down the corridor on the left and to the back corner of the house. His current work was on an easel near the center of the room. Stacks of framed canvases lined the walls, some complete, others still in progress. He let her wander at will, watching her expressions and gauging her reactions. Silence stretched between them, tense with expectation. She stood in front of his most recent painting for what felt like an eternity. “What do you think?” he asked when he could stand the silence no longer.

Chapter Four Kendra searched for the right words to describe the moonlit landscape and failed. The scene Ryan had captured on canvas spread out beyond the windows at her side. Rolling fields and silvery clouds, neat rows of grapevines, and the lake in the distance were all recreated in stunning detail. She enjoyed drawing in her free time, but one look at Ryan’s work shined a glaring light on her mediocrity. “It’s… enchanting.” Even that word didn’t do it justice. She felt as if she could dive into the painting, yet there was a surreal air as well. Moving back to the row of canvases against the wall, she studied the portraits more closely. The imperious tilt of Leos’ head was perfect. Ryan had painted him with a blond man. “Is this Daniel?” “Yes.” Ryan stepped up beside her and motioned to the next portrait over. “That’s Evan and Joseph.” The younger twins bore a striking resemblance to their older brothers. “Have you ever tried to paint yourself?” She moved toward Torral’s portrait. “There are far more interesting things to paint.” The smoldering heat in his gaze intensified as he looked at her. Her body responded with an echo of sensation, melting, swirling -- intoxicating. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest. “Family is obviously important to you. Have you ever felt trapped by their expectations?” “Not at all. My brothers are very supportive of my ambitions.” “Even though they differ from theirs?” “Are we still talking about my family? Did your parents expect you to become a doctor or something?” “That transparent, am I?” His smile was gentle, so she went on, “My parents are both career Marines. They consider my life frivolous and wasted.”

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“You’re independent and well respected, and more importantly you’ve found a way to make a living doing something you love. If they can’t see the value in that, it’s their loss.” His affirmation pleased her more than she cared to admit.

“How did you become interested in period architecture?”

“I spent the summer with my aunt when I was twelve. She’d just bought a turn

of the century farmhouse and needed help with the renovation. I was fascinated by the entire process.” “No brothers or sisters?” “Are you kidding? My mother used to call me her charming inconvenience. Little wonder I spent more and more time with my aunt.” “I’m sorry.” He gave her upper arm a gentle squeeze, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Children should be protected and cherished. Anyone who doesn’t see it that way should be sterilized at puberty.” His vehemence made her smile and she let the past slip back into the shadows. Beyond the portraits rested a group of interior scenes. Set inside a bar or nightclub, the paintings depicted small clusters of people in candid poses. Four men congregated around a pool table. Their pale skin and piercing eyes were a striking contrast to their somber clothing. Menace radiated off the painting, menace and sexuality. “What is this place?”

“It’s called Club Carousel.”

Each painting had a distinctly different mood. Kendra was amazed by the

emotion he evoked with each brushstroke. “These are wonderful.” He pulled one of the scenes forward so she could see the one behind. A beautiful dark-haired woman stood behind the counter of a circular bar. The backdrop for the bar was an elaborate carousel, complete with mythological creatures. “This is the owner, Evette.”

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“Cousin, nothing more. She’s happily married and the club is in Virginia. I was showing you the carousel.” She sighed, refusing to consider the relief rushing through her system. It didn’t make a difference to her if he had romantic entanglements all over the country. “A carousel is an unusual centerpiece for a nightclub.” “It’s an unusual nightclub.” His secretive smile hinted at all he wasn’t saying. He returned the paintings to their original position and motioned her toward the desk in the far corner of the room. All playfulness left his expression as he said, “This is the real reason I brought you up here.” She didn’t reply. The sudden change in his demeanor was making her nervous as hell. He rolled the chair back from the desk and indicated that she should sit. After a moment’s hesitation, she took the seat and rolled her legs under the desk. A large sketchpad was centered on the desk. He opened it in front of her then stepped back. “I started these sketches three weeks ago.” The first page was a collage of images, a shadowed profile, a close up of a woman’s eyes. Kendra turned the page and sucked in a breath. The second page of sketches was more detailed, revealing more of the woman’s face. “Where did you get my picture? I avoid cameras like the plague.” Each page she turned made it more obvious that she was the subject of his drawings. Even the clothing depicted in the sketches was hers. “I had no idea who you were until I walked into the salon tonight.” That brought her head up. “You’re very talented, but I’m not amused. Were you… following me?” He turned to the next page and Kendra gasped. Her image stood beneath a shower’s spray, arms raised to her sudsy hair. The tile work at her back was identical to her bathroom. “There are no windows in my bathroom. How…” He’d even marked a tiny mole on the underside of her left breast. “Do you have my apartment wired? Why would you do this?” Shoving away from the desk, she shot to her feet and headed for the door.

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“Kendra, wait.” He reached for her arm, but she jerked away. “I haven’t been stalking you.” “Then how do you explain those sketches?” She stopped within easy reach of the door handle. “I drew the last picture yesterday. Would you please look at it?” He stayed back, his gaze determined yet caressing. She had no way of knowing when he’d drawn the pictures, but it seemed farfetched that he’d developed some random obsession with her. “Keep away from me.” Staying well out of his reach, she returned to the desk and flipped the page. The last image depicted the back of the lake house. She stood at the window bathed in golden sunlight, her expression serene. “The window looks out over the lake. You couldn’t have… Were you on the far shore?” He approached cautiously. “I sketched that yesterday. I’ve known you were coming for almost a month, I just didn’t know how you would enter our lives.” “You’re saying you can draw the future?” She shook her head as disbelief rolled through her. “That’s ridiculous.” “There is nothing supernatural about my art. I just draw what my visions reveal.” “You have visions?” She scoffed then looked at the picture again, trying desperately to explain how he’d done it. “You knew Torral was going to take me down to the lake house and you saw what I was wearing as we left this house.” “I drew that yesterday.” “How do I know that?” She licked her lips and pushed back from the desk, restless and uneasy. No one could see into the future. It wasn’t possible. “Just for the sake of argument, let’s say you did predict my arrival. What is the significance of the prediction?” “That’s up to you.” She stood and moved out from behind the desk. “That’s not an answer. Why did you show me the drawings?”

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“So you would believe in something you can’t explain.”

“But I did explain it.”

He chuckled. “It’s easier to believe I developed an irrational obsession with a

woman I’d never met than to accept that I see visions of future events?” “Perhaps not easier, but more rational. Psychics don’t exist.” How about telepaths? “Oh my god! How did you do that?” His expression sobered and their gazes locked. “I need you to believe in my visions because my visions warned me that you’re in danger.” “I’m beginning to see that.” She backed toward the door, refusing to turn her back on the madman in front of her. “You have nothing to fear from me. Harming you is the farthest thing from my mind.” His dark gaze caressed and his tone soothed, encouraging her to believe his claims. “Then who means me harm? As far as I know, I don’t have enemies.”

“We do.”

The simple statement sent chills down her spine. “Your enemies would punish

me for doing business with you? That seems a little extreme.” He took a step toward her and then another. “What do you feel when you look at me?” Her heartbeat leapt in response to his whispered question. Torral had asked her what she felt when he touched her. Ryan didn’t seem to need touch. He had her aching with just the power of his gaze. “I think you’re extremely handsome. Is that what you want to hear?”

“I look very much like Leos. Did your heart pound when you looked at him?”

“My heart pounded when I looked at Torral. It’s not just you.” His smile caught

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“Torral is part of me. It’s natural that you find us both attractive.” He drew her hand to the middle of his chest and pulled her toward him. “Touch me. Tell me how this makes you feel.” She splayed her fingers against the firm contour of his pectoral muscle. His shoulders were broad, but his chest tapered dramatically to lean hips. Heat radiated through his casual shirt and her fingers tingled. As if in a trance, she raised her other hand to his chest as well. Anticipation wrapped around her and curled through her. Reality melded with fantasy, accelerating her arousal. She stroked him from neck to waist over and over, while erotic images swirled through her mind. Caressed, surrounded, overwhelmed, she longed to revel in decadent pleasure. She squeezed his shoulders and explored his upper arms, hungry for the warmth of his skin. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and slipped beneath. She groaned and tugged the offending material upward, caressing him with her lips. His fingers pushed into her hair. “Is your reaction to me unusual?” She’d forgotten this was a test, a sort of experiment. “I’ve never felt like this, not even with Torral.” “I’m the dominant twin. My effect on you is bound to be stronger.” Easing back without depriving herself of his flesh, she looked into his eyes. “What’s happening to me? Do you feel this too?” He guided one of her hands to the apex of his thighs, pressing her palm over the distinct ridge of his erection. “I want you more than life itself.” “Of course you do. I’d suspect you of drugging me, but I didn’t eat or drink anything before I walked out to the lake house with Torral. Do you exude some sort of pheromone?” Her passion muddled brain tried to reason through her longings. She enjoyed sex as much as the next person, but she’d never wanted to strip a man naked and jump his bones, let the consequences be damned! “It’s complicated and you’ll think more clearly if you let me touch you.”

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Before she could unravel his suggestion, he swept her into his arms. His mouth pressed over hers, firm yet patient. Her head spun and the ache in her belly erupted into forceful pulses. Lost in a storm of raw lust, she clung to him, returning his kiss with shocking boldness. She’d never been sexually aggressive before, but she couldn’t restrain herself. Her tongue played with his, her breath coming fast and shallow. He pressed her against his chest, his hands stroking from her shoulders to her bottom. Her legs parted, straddling one of his thighs. Sensation burst within her pussy as she rocked against his leg. “Oh…” she moaned, unable to halt the restless rhythm. “Oh, god!” “Easy,” he whispered against her parted lips. “I’ve got you.” His fingers found the hem of her skirt and tugged the material up along her legs. She felt boneless, weightless, yet utterly focused on his touch. He found the opening of her panties and eased his hand inside. She went still in his arms, needing release more than she needed breath. Her hands clasped his upper arms as his touch grew bolder. He stroked the damp curls between her thighs. “So hot.” His middle finger sank between her folds with a gentle sawing motion. Trembling uncontrollably, she feared her knees would buckle. His eyes stared into hers, endlessly black and consuming. “Don’t fight it.” He circled her clit, driving her quickly toward release. Her inner muscles contracted in a staggering orgasm. She threw back her head and clenched her jaw to hold in a scream. Pleasure burst then flowed outward, leaving her limp and tingling in his embrace. For a long moment he just held her, his hand cupping her sex. She didn’t miss the possessiveness in the touch or in his eyes. “What have you done to me? I’m not like this. I never… This isn’t me.” She tugged his hand away from her creamy slit.

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Ryan felt bereft as soon as his fingers left her silken flesh. Unable to resist the temptation, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked her cream from his skin. Her taste was faint and only served to whet his appetite for more. “You never what? Surely that wasn’t your first orgasm.” “Well, no, but I generally develop a relationship with a man before orgasms enter the equation.” He blew out a frustrated sigh and cupped the side of her face. “If we’d met under different circumstances, I would have given you all the time you needed or at least all the time your body would allow.” “That’s what I don’t understand. Why are we so… turned on?” “I could explain, but I don’t think you’re ready to accept the truth.” Her gaze narrowed and she smoothed down her skirt. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “The truth is harder to believe than the existence of psychics or telepaths.” “Let me guess,” she drawled. “You’re an alien?” He traced her lips with his thumb. “That’s widely debated among my people. Some believe our origin is extraterrestrial, others think we’re a genetic offshoot of the human race.” She twisted out of his embrace and raked her hair back from her face. “An offshoot? As in you’re no longer human?” “I told you that you wouldn’t believe me.” “Tell Ruth I won’t be staying for dinner. I’ve had enough of Burton hospitality.” He made it to the door a step ahead of her and leaned against the closed panel. “If I let you leave, the urgency will become unbearable long before you reach San Francisco.” “Move out of my way.” Her voice was calm and assertive, but her eyes were glassy, the pupils dilated.

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“I’ll make you a deal. Agree to stay the night and I won’t touch you unless you instigate the interaction. If you make it until morning without asking for more, Torral will escort you home.” “I don’t need an escort and I’m leaving right now!” “There is someone out there, waiting for you to leave, hoping you’ll be foolish enough to set off on your own. I can’t let that happen.” “You’re insane.” “I’ll be a perfect gentleman. You have my word.” She stared at him, clearly torn. “Do you know who this person is?” “No. I only know he wants to destroy my family and he’ll use anyone who crosses his path.” “Why me? What would he gain by harming me?” He bit back the words, knowing the truth would only frighten her. “Why would I lie about this? I have nothing to gain by deceiving you.” “You want to sleep with me.” “What I want has nothing to do with sleep, but I’m more concerned about your safety.” “People know where I am. If anything happens to me --” “Nothing will happen to you. I promise.” She looked out the window for a long moment then said, “I want my own bedroom.”

Chapter Five Ryan paced his bedroom floor, fists clenched at his sides, heart pounding. Kendra was on the other side of that wall, languishing in a bubble bath. He heard the mechanical rumble of the jets and forced himself to breathe. He couldn’t touch her. He’d given his word. Even so, this was going to kill him. Sweat dotted his upper lip and the tension cramped his abdomen. Was she aching like this? Was she using fear to fight back the hunger? He found himself in front of the bathroom door. She’d demanded her own bedroom, but he’d never agreed to that condition. Without warning, he opened the door and strode into the misty bathroom. She gasped and ducked chin-deep into the water. “What are you doing here? You promised to leave me alone!” “No. I promised not to touch you until you admit that you want nothing more.” He tore his shirt off over his head and bent to remove his shoes. “Are you enjoying your bath? Is it relaxing?” Her lips pursed and her nostrils flared as she glared back at him. “How much worse will this get?” “I don’t know. How miserable are you now?” She crossed her arms over her breasts and fidgeted against the tub’s sloping back. “I can’t make it stop. Ignoring it is impossible and anything I do ultimately rebounds.” “Say the word. Free me from my promise.” “Explain what I’m feeling first. Tell me everything.” He sighed and dragged his gaze away from her rosy face. “You won’t believe me until you’ve seen me change.”

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“Change into what?” Kneeling beside the tub, he trailed his fingers in the swirling water and looked into her eyes. “We’re not twins. We’re different sides of the same being. Our race is called the Dichotomy. My physical form exists at night and Torral materializes during the day.” Suspicion widened her eyes. “Where is Torral right now?” “At dusk he releases his hold on his physical form and I absorb his energy. The reverse happens at dawn.” She was silent for a long time, her expression tense and speculative. “Are your brothers twins?” “No. Daniel is Leos’ day-dwelling half and Joseph is the other side of Evan. Technically, there are only three of us.” After another pause, she asked, “What does this have to do with our attraction?” “As our numbers dwindled down through the centuries, a survival mechanism evolved within the Dichotomy. Whenever we encounter a human who is compatible with our physiology, we’re strongly attracted to her, and she to us. The more closely we match, the stronger the attraction.” She splashed water onto her face and smoothed her damp hair back from her brow. “You’re right, I don’t believe you.” “I didn’t expect you to.” “If we… have sex will this burning ease?” She was considering it! His heart leapt and his balls ached. He’d been hard so long his cock was almost numb. “Did you feel better after I touched you in the studio?” He didn’t want to think about what she had been doing in the tub before he walked in. “For a while, but the hunger keeps coming back.” “It might take more than once, but we can stabilize the yearning.” “And then what? I stay locked in the attic and spit out Dichotomy babies? That’s what compatible means, isn’t it?” “I thought you didn’t believe me.”

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“I don’t. I can’t think. I’m crawling out of my skin.” “Let me touch you. It’s what we both need.” “Please.” He required no other encouragement. Pausing long enough to turn off the jets, he scooped her out of the water and carried her into the bedroom. She felt warm and slippery against his chest. Her arms looped his neck and she nestled her face against his throat. Protectiveness wrestled with his passion. This was just the beginning for her. There was so much more she needed to learn, so much she must accept. He placed her in the center of the bed and stretched out at her side. She stared up at him silently, trust and anticipation alight in her clear green eyes. “This isn’t fair. You’re still dressed.” She tugged at the waistband of his jeans. “Soon.” He silenced her objection with his mouth. She hesitated for only a moment then her tongue slid against his, welcoming and playing as he deepened the kiss. Her fingers raked his hair, while his began to explore. Every inch of her was warm and supple. He slid from her shoulders to her ribs, intentionally avoiding her breasts. “Touch me,” she urged against his parted lips. “I have a better idea.” He shifted himself over her, supporting his weight on his arms as she made room for him between her thighs. Then he balanced on his knees so he could enjoy the silken fullness of her breasts. He lowered his mouth to one puckered nipple and gently rolled the other with his fingers. She splayed her fingers against the back of his head and urged him on. The harder he sucked the louder she moaned. Each needful sound sent lust stabbing into his groin. If he didn’t claim her soon, he’d go mad. His hand preceded his lips, descending along her torso to circle her navel. Her belly trembled and her legs tensed. Her musk enticed him, stirring dark, dominant impulses. She was his and he was hers. The sooner she accepted the fact the sooner their lives could begin.

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He nipped her hipbone and she gasped. Bending her knees, he pushed her legs up and back, opening her fully to his ravenous stare. “Raise your arms above your head and keep them there.” “Why?” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose control.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. He was fighting desperately for control, but he wanted her willing submission far more. Slowly, she lifted her arms and clasped her wrists above her head. Her gaze never wavered from his. With his hands resting on her inner thighs, he bent and licked her slit from back to front. She whimpered and her eyes squeezed shut. “No. Look at me. Watch me. Know me.” He kept his face angled so he could see her eyes as his tongue stroked her again and again. With slow swipes and bold thrusts he explored her tender folds. Her flesh softened and heated beneath his lips, so he ventured deeper. Circling her clit with the firm tip of his tongue, he brought the bud to attention. She wiggled and arched into his kiss. “Please,” she panted, “no more teasing.” He watched her eyes as he pushed two fingers into her snug passage. “Teasing is when you don’t eventually get what you want. I have no intention of depriving either of us.” “I need you inside me.” He pulled his hand back then thrust in fast. “I am inside you.” “More. I need your cock.” “Soon.” He closed his lips around her clit and sucked. “Accept what I give you.” She shook beneath him as his fingers slid in and out. He filled her with one hand and exposed her clit with the other so he could more easily speed her release. Her cunt tightened rhythmically, clinging to his fingers. He kept his mouth over her clit, licking and sucking by turns. Her scent made him dizzy and nothing had ever tasted better than her cream.

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She cried out, shaking violently. He prolonged the spasms with his mouth, while he eased his fingers out of her vaginal passage. If she couldn’t find pleasure with anal play, they were in serious trouble. There were ways around it, but a Dichotomy never felt complete until both sides of his nature simultaneously claimed his mate. He worked his slick fingers back to her tightly puckered entrance. She stiffened for a moment, but he kept his touch light and coaxing. “What are you doing?” She sounded dazed not afraid, so he continued his circular caress. “Relax. I just want to play.” Before she could analyze the statement, he returned his mouth to her clit and pushed into her ass with his middle finger. She was incredibly tight. He used his tongue to work more of her cream into the crease between her soft cheeks then he turned his wrist, lubricating his finger before pressing deeper. Carefully plucking at her clit with one hand, he slid his other finger in and out of her ass. Her eyes were closed again, but he let it go. She was hot and tight and responding to him. Her hips rocked and her back arched as she abandoned herself to the moment. “Do it again,” he urged. “I want to feel you come around my finger.” He moved faster and so did she. Her heels fought for purchase against the rumpled bedding. He watched his finger disappear into her warmth and a fresh rush of cream gathered on her folds. Unable to resist the temptation, he bent and thrust his tongue into her pussy. With a muffled cry, she came again, thrashing and bucking beneath him. He thrust his finger in deep and moved his mouth to her clit. She shuddered and whimpered and finally went limp, her ragged breathing jostling her flushed breasts.

Kendra could barely think past the ringing in her ears. She blinked repeatedly and her eyes came back into focus. Never in a million years had she imagined sensations so powerful. And he hadn’t really fucked her yet!

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He drew his finger out of her tingling ass and she shivered. Even his unexpected kink had turned her on like nothing before. She knew men and women indulged in anal play, but she’d never been tempted to explore. Until now. “When do I get to torture you?” she asked. He arched over her, supporting himself on his hands. “You call that torture?” “Do I at least get to return the favor?” “I don’t think I can wait.” “You made me wait.” He nipped her bottom lip. “I let you come, twice, no, three times if we count the studio, and I’m still waiting.” “I can’t argue with that.” She reached down and unfastened his jeans. He left the bed long enough to shuck his pants then returned to his kneeling position between her legs. He was lean and sculpted with graceful fluidity as opposed to harsh definition. She longed to explore his body as thoroughly as he’d explored hers. She’d never been with a lover who was so selfless or so consuming. His easy command of her senses both thrilled and frightened her. Her appreciative gaze landed on his crotch and her mouth went dry. His cock rose long and hard from its nest of dark, wiry hair. The head flared dramatically and the sheer size of him gave her pause. Was he always this… imposing or had she just made him wait too long? His fingers curved around her chin and brought her gaze back to his. “You’re more than ready for me.” She tried not to tense as he rubbed himself against her, but the uncertainty wouldn’t leave. Raising her hands above her head, she clasped the bedding and averted her gaze. Her folds opened for him, encircling his plump head as he notched himself at her entrance. “Relax, my love. I would never hurt you.”

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Heat passed along her nerve endings and coalesced between her thighs. This is what she needed, what she’d ached for ever since she arrived. He eased his hand between their bodies and covered her clit with his thumb. She sensed the effort it took him to go slowly. He was tense and still, but power surged beneath the surface ready to spring. “Look at me.” His voice was evocative, the simple phrase a velvet command. She stared into his eyes as he thrust forward, drilling into her pussy with his thick cock. Her inner muscles stretched, accepting his penetration with liquid surrender. Deeper and deeper he pushed. His gaze bore into hers. She hung suspended between reality and bliss. Mine. The word echoed in her mind as her core caressed him. Once his full length was lodged within her, he rocked back on his heels and draped her legs over his arms. “You feel so damn good,” he muttered breathlessly. He pulled back then drove deep. Out slow, in fast, over and over until she thrashed, wild and uninhibited. His speed increased. The measured strokes became frenzied. He threw back his head and bared his teeth, looking feral and primitive. She moved as best she could within the position he had chosen. All she could feel was his demanding length moving inside her. Her voice echoed each thrust and colors danced in front of her eyes. With a gasping cry, he buried himself to the balls and released his seed. The hot spurts triggered her orgasm and they soared together. The room blurred and sensation exploded, driving them both beyond reality. Kendra clung to his back, her eyes tightly shut as the world refocused. Eyes gleaming like obsidian, stared back at her from the darkness. She yelped and opened her eyes but the image remained. “Someone is watching us,” she cried and shoved against Ryan’s chest.

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Dichotomy could erect mental shields impenetrable to him. It was a weakness that never failed to irritate. Kendra’s mind was open, wonderfully accessible. But his strategy wasn’t working. Aidan had no hope of getting to her as long as she remained at the Burton estate and Ryan was being uncharacteristically patient. There had to be some way of luring her away from her protectors… Or luring her protectors away from her. The day-dwellers as a whole were easier to deal with. He’d have to bide his time until morning then spring his trap. He reached for the phone, meaning to call Holly; then he got an even better idea. Holly would begrudgingly obey Aidan’s commands, but she’d willingly help Connell. Ducking into the hall bathroom, where there was no possibility of being seen, Aidan awakened his other self. Before he’d learned to transform at will, Aidan had existed at night and Connell took shape during the day. Now Aidan kept Connell suppressed unless he had need of his form. Even then Aidan remained mentally active, controlling his weaker half. To his knowledge he was the only Dichotomy who had mastered this level of control. Connell surged, bombarding Aidan with gratitude and hope. Aidan restrained the emotions as his body transformed. Power flowed through him in dizzying waves, sweeping his body inward as Connell’s shape surfaced. He trembled and hissed, ever amazed by the searing pain. “How long?” Connell panted, blinking repeatedly. Two weeks. “If you keep doing this, I’m not sure I’ll survive.” Connell rolled his shoulders and rubbed his eyes. “It weakens me terribly when you refuse to let me…” His words trailed away as Aidan forced his being back into sleep state. Connell fought him with what little strength he had. It was no use. In moments Aidan’s consciousness was fully functional within Connell’s body. “Damn,” Aidan muttered, “now I’m really exhausted.”

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Walking back into the bedroom, where he’d been spying on Kendra, he picked up Connell’s cell phone and called Holly. “Where have you been?” she said by way of a greeting. “I’ve been trying to find you for weeks.” “I got sent out of the country unexpectedly. What’s the matter?” “I know he’s your friend, but Aidan is driving me crazy.” It took all his concentration to keep the amusement out of his voice. “Say the word and I’ll buy out your contract.” “Then you’d own me.” She sighed. “It’s not that I’m not grateful for the offer, but I have to figure this out for myself.” “Well, how would you like to earn a quick thousand dollars? You can stash it away toward your indenture.” She was silent so long he thought she’d hung up. “You don’t have to pay me anymore. I thought you understood that.” “That’s not what I meant. I haven’t treated you like a hooker in a long time. Don’t confuse me with Aidan.” “Then what do you want me to do?” “Meet me at the Java Hut first thing in the morning. Wear something sweet. You’ll need your car.”

Chapter Six Ryan lay down beside Kendra and gathered her into his arms. Brushing the hair back from her face, he asked, “Did you actually see someone watching us or did you sense a presence?” “I saw his eyes in my mind and I could feel his interest, his anger.” She shuddered and pressed her cheek against his chest. “Can you still sense him?” His arms tightened protectively and he swept their surroundings with his mind. He quickly identified each person in the house and opened his empathic receptors to emotional anomalies. “No. He’s gone.” “Sweetheart, I need to scan your mind. If I can pick up his signal, I can track him.” “Scan it how? Just how telepathic are you?” “I’ll explain it all in a minute. It’s important that I do this now. You’ll probably feel a bit disorientated. I need to be fairly aggressive.” “I like your aggression.” He smiled. “I aim to please.” Pressing his lips against her temple, he accessed the fragile link he had just begun to construct. Her mind was open, dangerously trusting. It infuriated him to realize someone had tainted their first joining. The echo was faint, yet distinct. He recognized the pattern all too well. Unfortunately, his findings only confirmed what he already knew. Quickly erecting a mental barrier, he infused her with affection then eased out of her mind. “That felt odd.” She sighed and shook away the haze. “Were you able to identify him?”

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“I’m not sure. I shielded your mind. He won’t be able to touch you again.” She sat up, tucking the sheet beneath her arms. Her hair was tousled and her lips were kiss swollen. She looked so damned beautiful it made his chest ache. “Are all your brothers telepathic?” “All the Dichotomy are telepathic to some degree.” “How many of your kind are there?” A bit of the skepticism had left her tone, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think she had accepted the truth. “I’m not sure. There are twelve major clans, though several are even more secretive than we west coast Dichotomy.” “All right. How many belong to the west coast Dichotomy?” “Several thousand.” “And humans are completely unaware of your existence?” “I never said that. Most humans see what they want to see and we let them. At times it benefits us to take humans into our confidence. We’ve also formed important alliances with other races.” “Other races?” He laughed. “Let’s stick with Dichotomy and humans for the time being.” “Tell me about your abilities. What else can you do?” “There are many labels for the things I can do, but I think sensitive fits me best.” She glanced up to see if he was teasing her. “Psychically sensitive?” “If you prefer. I’m aware of the emotional trails others leave behind. I’m not empathic in the usual sense. I can only feel another’s emotions when I intentionally scan their mind.” “You said something about tracking our watcher. Are you able to follow these emotional echoes?” “Yes, and any number of mind to mind links. Even if I can’t intercept the actual signal, my sensitivity allows me to follow the connection.” “Wow.”

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He wasn’t sure what he expected, but her stunned silence discouraged him. “Why don’t you take a quick shower and try and get some sleep?” “Where are you going?” “Just downstairs. I won’t be gone long.” She slipped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. Her modesty was charming after the intimacies they’d shared. He found his jeans and pulled them on as his mind filled with speculation. He was expecting too much from her. She hadn’t laughed in his face or screamed in horror. She was still in denial. Ignoring the pessimistic thought, he took a clean tee shirt out of his closet and struggled into it as he made his way back downstairs. “We don’t have to ask how your night has gone,” Evan said with a mischievous smile. “We had to turn up the volume on the TV.” “Twice!” Leos added. Refusing to feel embarrassed by the pleasure he’d shared with his mate, he plopped down in a chair adjacent to the large couch on which they lounged. “You two weren’t the only uninvited guests.” Leos flipped off the wide screen television and scooted to the edge of his seat. “Were you able to identify him?” “No, but I was right. He is definitely a Dichotomy.” “What exactly do you mean by uninvited guest?” Evan asked. “Did he slip past your shields?” “He was using Kendra. It won’t happen again.” “But how is that possible?” As usual, Evan’s questions outnumbered Leos’ three to one. “I didn’t think we could infiltrate an unwilling mind.” “How many of us have tried?” Ryan responded. “He’s escalating.” Leos stood and began to pace in front of the coffee table. Watching his back and forth motion was enough to keep Ryan from doing the same. “I’ve spent hours digging through files and searching the Internet for anything that would give us a clue into what this guy wants. All of our major transactions in the past

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ten years have been successful. I’m not aware of anyone we’ve outbid or undercut. We have no quarrel with any of the other clans.” He threw up his hands and faced Ryan. “I have no idea what he wants.” “I hate playing defense, but we don’t really have a choice until we have something to act on.” Leos sat in the chair facing Ryan and shook his head. “We might have to find a way to force his hand. We can’t spend the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders and reinforcing our mental shields.” “I agree.” “Is Kendra all right?” Evan wanted to know. “Would I be down here if she weren’t?” “How much does she know?” “The real question is how much does she believe? I’ve told her almost everything.” “Don’t rush it,” Leos advised. “That’s easier said than done.” Ryan pushed to his feet. “Mainly, I just wanted to let you know our shadow is on the prowl.” Kendra was asleep by the time he returned to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at her, savoring the peaceful moment. A “charming inconvenience.” Her casual admission had torn at his heart, but he hadn’t wanted to compound her pain with his reaction. He would shower her with all the tenderness she’d missed as a child. His family would embrace her and support her from this day forth. He wanted her to be happy, but they still had far to go. He got into bed and pulled her into his arms. She sighed and immediately snuggled against his side. Perhaps they’d made more progress than he realized.

*** A warm hand cupped her breast and Kendra instinctively arched into the caress. Ryan’s image had followed her into sleep, filling her dreams with pleasurable echoes of the intimacies they shared.

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“The sunrise is glorious,” he whispered against her lips, his breath warm and moist. “I didn’t want you to miss it.” She groaned. “You woke me up for a sunrise? If you hope to survive the day, you better have coffee.” He chuckled and nipped her jaw. She smiled and stretched her arms over her head. He liked to nibble. She’d noticed that last night. In fact he might well have the sexiest mouth on the planet. “There’s a tray on the dresser. Are you always so feisty in the morning?” “I’m self-employed. I set my own hours and they seldom include sunrises.” He dragged her out of bed and thrust a steaming mug into her hand. “Please, drink.” After several leisurely sips, she strolled across the room toward the French doors. He pulled one side open then joined her on the railed balcony. She inhaled the fresh morning air, enjoying the cool breeze on her bare legs. The sun had just peeked over the horizon, streaking the sky with ribbons of color. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured. “Kendra.” His voice sounded strained and urgent. She looked up at him and set the mug aside. His skin was pale, his eyes unusually bright. “What’s the matter?” “It’s dawn.” She glanced at the sunrise then back at him. Realization burst within her and she gasped. If his wild story were true he was about to transform. “Do you need help? What should I do?” “Don’t be afraid. This is a natural part of our existence.” He took her by the hand and hurried back into the bedroom. Her stomach knotted and her hands shook. It was a story, a creative come on, a fantastical… His skin went from ashen to gold like someone playing with color filters on a digital photo. He closed his eyes and held his arms out to either side of his body. Was he in pain?

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The air around him crackled and light burst from his chest. Captivated, yet terrified, she stood perfectly still. A silhouette formed within the light. Holy shit! It was true. They were some sort of morphing alien. Ryan’s body remained intact as Torral materialized in the light. She watched it all in stunned disbelief. Torral rubbed his temples, his eyes still closed. “We become aware of everything that happens to the other in a dizzying rush of images and emotions,” Ryan explained when Torral didn’t move. “It takes a minute or two to complete the transformation.” “When will you disappear?” she asked, her gaze fixed on Torral.

“Are you that anxious to be rid of me?”

“No, I… This is a little overwhelming.”

“It can happen quickly if we’ve expended too much energy, but we usually have

about an hour.” Torral looked at the bed and then at each of them. “You didn’t waste any time.” Ryan shot him a warning glare. “I just lit the fire you built.” They were the same person. How could they argue with themselves? It was a fascinating dichotomy. “Do you believe me now?” Ryan’s tone was filled with gentle challenge.

*** Aidan fidgeted on the wooden chair. The Java Hut had been open for thirteen minutes and Holly had yet to arrive. If the worthless whore failed him today, she would have officially outlived her usefulness. Fucking her had become boring and he seriously doubted she would learn anything of value at the tasting room. Having a spy in the enemy camp had appealed to his hunger for revenge. But the reality of what she could learn was miniscule compared to the risk of her revealing something harmful. He took a sip of coffee and let his mind wander back to the night before. Experiencing sex from a female’s perspective had been unbearably stimulating. He’d instigated the link out of curiosity, meaning to check on Kendra’s state of mind and

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then slip away. If she hadn’t been so distracted by Ryan’s skillful ministrations she would likely have sensed his presence sooner. “Sorry I’m late.” Holly came bustling up to the table and slipped into the chair facing him. “I hope this won’t take too long. I’m supposed to be at work by nine.” “We’ll have you in the care of your employers long before then.” Her delicate brows drew together over her nose. “What does that mean?” “I need something the Burton brothers have hidden out at their fancy house and you’re going to provide a distraction so I can get it.” “Not you too.” She groaned and rubbed her eyes with her fingertips. “Aidan is obsessed with that family. Is this errand for him?” Aidan took a deep breath and reinforced his role. He might look and sound like Connell, but acting like him was more difficult. “Aidan can be a domineering asshole. I know that better than anyone. Still, he’s justified in his hatred of these men. They’re arrogant and heartless.” “Beyond being rich and successful, what have they done to deserve Aidan’s wrath?” He hesitated. She was an employee, a woman willing to debase herself for money. She should do as she was told without question. He was Connell. Connell liked this worn out jade. Connell would try and convince her to cooperate. Connell was a fool! “It’s complicated.” She shot him a challenging look that made him want to slap her. “Surely you can tell me the basics. If I’m going to be directly involved in this, I have a right to know.” He balked at her expectancy. He owned her! She only had the rights he saw fit to give her. Yet Connell wouldn’t see it that way. “Aidan’s grandfather was banished by the Burtons. He accepted the decision, but his son, Aidan’s father, felt it was unjustified and tried to clear his family’s name.” “Banished? You make the Burtons sound like royalty or something.”

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“They belong to an element of society you know nothing about. Nothing happens without their knowledge and approval. They might as well be royalty.” “If you say so.” He balled his hands into fists and leaned across the table. “Don’t mock me.” “I wasn’t.” She picked her purse up off the floor as if she meant to leave. “I just don’t understand what you’re talking about.” Meticulously schooling his expression, he reached across the table and squeezed her upper arm. “I told you it was complicated.” “Aidan’s father went back to the Burtons and they still wouldn’t acknowledge him?” “Nothing so simple would garner the hatred smoldering inside Aidan. The family was rounded up and taken to a secret compound. They were physically altered to keep them from reproducing. Aidan lost the ability to father children before his body was mature enough to… It was a travesty. No one has the right to force that on someone else.” She stared at him in horror. “My god! You can’t be serious. Why didn’t Aidan’s father turn them in? Can Aidan prove who did this to him?” “The Burtons are above the law. They do as they please with no repercussions. I was -- Aidan was kept under lock and key until a few months ago.” “What do you need from their house?” Perhaps there was some merit to Connell’s approach. An impassioned ally was bound to perform better than a reluctant employee. I want to make a sex slave out of their human mate. That explanation would never do. “They have records and information that can finally allow Aidan to bring them to justice. Their crimes have gone unpunished for far too long. If they realize Aidan is free, they’ll destroy the evidence.” “We can’t let that happen. What do you want me to do?”

Chapter Seven “It’s a little hard to dismiss what you’ve seen with your own eyes,” Kendra said. “Everything you told me has proven to be true. I sensed the danger for myself; you and Torral are obviously not twins in the human sense, and I still ache for you.” Torral looked from Kendra to Ryan and back. Her hair was messy, her face rather flushed, and her eyes wide and luminous. He had some serious catching up to do! “Are we any closer to identifying our voyeur?” “He left enough of an energy imprint in Kendra’s mind for me to confirm that he’s a Dichotomy. Other than that, we’re still in the dark.” “Did you explain what’s accelerating our attraction to each other?” Ryan stroked her tousled hair and Torral’s heart beat faster. He couldn’t wait to touch her, to enjoy the pleasures she had shared with Ryan. “There’s an important distinction in the way he phrased that,” Ryan told her. “Our physiology responds to your compatibility, but if you weren’t attracted to us it wouldn’t matter. That’s why Leos and Evan didn’t go crazy when they were around you. Genetic compatibility isn’t enough. There has to be mutual attraction as well.” “You aren’t making me feel anything; you’re just making what I feel more intense?” “Well put,” Torral said. “How are you feeling?” Ryan asked. “I’m still struggling with the concept of being involved with two men.” “We aren’t technically two men,” Torral pointed out. “Even humans have different sides to their personalities. With the Dichotomy you get different faces to go along with the moods.” She smiled and lowered her gaze. “I have no objection with either of your faces.”

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Ryan curved his fingers beneath her chin and guided her gaze back to his. “We can take this one step at a time, but we need to establish a telepathic link before I’m summoned to sleep state. It will allow us to speak to you and sense anything that might threaten you.” “Is the link permanent? You told me your family mates for life. I haven’t forgotten.” “This is the first step in a soul bonding. I won’t lie to you. But we can strengthen the bond gradually once you’re more comfortable with all we’ve revealed to you.” “Will you be able to read my thoughts or just talk to me?” “Spikes in your emotional state will trigger responses in us. It’s a safety mechanism. We won’t hear your thoughts unless we intentionally enter your mind.” “All right.” She offered Torral a hesitant smile. “What do I need to do?” “Surrender,” Torral said. “Just accept us together for the first time.” She licked her lips as desire flared within her eyes. “Such a sacrifice.” Inordinately pleased by her playfulness, Torral moved closer. Ryan whipped her tee shirt off over her head, causing her breasts to jiggle. “That was subtle.” She laughed. Torral hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and said, “We really don’t have much time.” “Then we better get busy.” Ryan wrapped his arm around her from behind and cupped her breast. His fingers tangled in her hair and he pulled her face back and to the side. She reached back to grasp his hips as his mouth found her mouth. Torral watched the heated exchange for a moment before returning his attention to his task. They had to reach orgasm at the same time to establish the link. One glance at her naked body had him primed and ready to explode. Sinking to his knees, he dragged her panties down and smiled when she kicked them aside. The motion moved her legs apart, giving him access to her feminine center. He caressed his way back up her legs. Her skin was smooth and delightfully warm.

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He pressed his lips against her belly and inhaled her musk. Pressure built in his groin and his cock strained against the front of his pants. He closed his eyes, shocked by the power of his reaction. Her fingers played through his hair and he opened his eyes. She stood between them, one hand squeezing Ryan’s hip while the other urged him on. She was glorious. He pushed his tongue between her folds, teasing her opening for a moment before settling over her clit. Her murmurs were lost in Ryan’s kiss, but her liquid response told Torral all he needed to know. Her hips rocked, grinding her soft flesh against his mouth. They didn’t have time to play right now. He’d explore her limits at his leisure once the bond was formed. She groaned as he pulled away and pushed to his feet. “I was almost there,” she protested. “I know.” He bent to pull off his shoes. “Don’t let her cool down.” Ryan was happy to oblige. He scooped her up in his arms and sat her on the side of the bed. “Lie back.” As soon as she reclined, he knelt on the floor and draped her legs over his shoulders. “Oh!” She wiggled and gasped as he devoured her sex. Torral had never undressed so fast. He crawled onto the bed and held her arms as she writhed and twisted. Her nipples were pebble hard and her breasts quivered. “Fuck her mouth.” Ryan raised his head just long enough to issue the command. “Those luscious lips have been shamefully underused.” Brushing her lower lip with his thumb, Torral stared into her eyes. “Would you like that, sweetheart? I know I would.” She was panting hard and her eyes were passion bright. Her fingers wrapped around his wrists. “Anything. Just let me come.” “Some things are worth waiting for.” He smiled and she licked her lips, an age old invitation. Even after he released her hands, she remained submissive and giving. He guided his cock toward her mouth and she did the rest.

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Kendra bit back a scream. Ryan sucked at her folds and lashed her clit with his tongue, ruthless and commanding. Torral supported her head with one hand and caressed her breasts with the other. She could already see the advantages of having two lovers. No part of her body was neglected. Sensations boiled through her, consuming everything but the impending pleasure waiting just out of reach. She licked the underside of Torral’s shaft, following the throbbing vein to the plush head of his cock. Ryan had deprived her of this pleasure. Excitement built as she closed her lips around Torral and sucked him into her mouth. How could something so hard be so soft? She laved the tip with her tongue, fascinated by the velvety texture. With steady patience, Torral pushed deeper, finally bumping the back of her throat. He felt amazing sliding across her tongue. She wanted more! After only a few leisurely rotations, Torral pulled out. “I don’t want to come like this.” “Fair enough.” Ryan pulled away too and Kendra whimpered. She felt cold and damp without his mouth. He stood up and said, “Get up on your hands and knees. Bring that end up here and offer Torral that tight pink pussy.” His graphic language was oddly thrilling. He hadn’t acted like this last night. He’d been gentle and patient. This was different. They didn’t have all night. They were racing his transformation. Without further objection, she turned around and arranged herself on her hands and knees. Torral traced her slit with his fingertips, waiting while Ryan hurriedly undressed. She enjoyed Torral’s touch as she savored each inch of firm flesh Ryan revealed. One or the other of these two would have been a dream come true. Was it possible that she could have them both without guilt or jealousy? Heat spread across her skin in a long, languid wave. Torral positioned himself against her vaginal opening as Ryan stepped up to the bed. “Ready?” She didn’t know if Ryan’s question had been meant for her or Torral. It didn’t matter. Ryan brought his cock toward her mouth and she eagerly drew him

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inside. Torral was half a second behind. He pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy until she feared they would meet in the middle. They effortlessly synchronized their movements. Kendra braced her knees and held on for dear life. They were both so damned big! It was intoxicating and thrilling and -- perfect. Nothing had ever felt so right. Torral reached beneath her and found her clit, pairing each drive with a gentle pinch. Tension gathered, accenting the fullness and the burn. They eased into her mind, first Ryan then Torral. She felt their mental touch as tangibly as their physical possession. Ryan passed the connection to Torral and she was inundated with emotions. Lust and tenderness, urgency and hope, and pleasure, unbearable pleasure. The sensations flowed freely through them, gaining momentum as they ricocheted from one to the others. She’d never felt anything so intense or so liberating. She opened herself completely, giving as freely as she received. They came together in a staggering burst of shimmering light. Kendra cried out around Ryan’s cock as he released his seed down her throat. Her inner muscles contracted firmly, milking every last tingle from Torral. Before she could catch her breath, light haloed Ryan. No! I don’t want this to be over so soon. She utilized the link without conscious thought. “It’s not over, sweetheart. He’ll be back at dusk,” Torral assured her as Ryan disintegrated. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm her reeling mind. When she opened them again, Ryan was gone. Torral pulled her up, pressing her back against his chest as he cupped both her breasts. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, for someone who has just learned that there’s another race of beings living on earth.” He was still semi-hard inside her body and her mouth tasted like Ryan. “Oh yeah, and had her first sexual encounter with two men.” He chuckled. “It will take some time for all this to sink in.”

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“No doubt.” She eased away and scooted off the bed. “I’m going to take a shower.” “I’m coming with you.” He paused and his smile faded. “Unless you need a few minutes alone.” “That might be a good idea.” She didn’t miss the disappointment in his gaze as he said, “I’ll use the hall bathroom and meet you downstairs.”

*** Torral found Joseph and Daniel congregated around the small table in the back of the kitchen. “Alone so soon?” Joseph teased. “This can’t be good.” “She’ll be down in a few minutes,” Torral grumbled. Kendra had already made astounding progress toward becoming his mate. After she had a short break from the pressure, they would spend the rest of the day exploring their developing bond. He longed for more of the breath-stealing pleasure, yet he knew she needed reassurance and a sense of normalcy. Pulling out a chair, he joined his brothers at the table. Ruth set a plate in front of him and crossed to the stove. He’d sensed Kendra’s emotions as she closed the door to the bathroom. She was confused and overwhelmed, yet excited and hopeful. The conflict was to be expected. Still, he longed to pull her into his arms and reassure her. “Is everything all right?” Daniel asked when Torral lapsed into silence. “It will be. We just need to be patient with her.” The doorbell rang and the brothers exchanged concerned looks. “Are either of you expecting someone?” Torral asked. They seldom had unscheduled guests. “Enjoy your breakfast,” Ruth urged. “I’ll go see who it is.” Activity around the table halted as all three brothers strained to hear what was going on in the foyer. Torral heard an unfamiliar female speak then Ruth responded. He couldn’t make out their words. “This is odd.”

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Joseph’s expression echoed Daniel’s comment. Preferring the direct approach, Torral pushed back his chair and headed for the foyer. His brothers were a step behind him. “Is there a problem?” he asked. An attractive brunette stood just inside the door, her hands folded in front of her. She wore a neat, demure dress of navy blue, matching shoes the only indulgence. “I’m having the morning from hell,” she responded without offering her name. “I got a flat and managed to lock my keys in the car as I was getting ready to change the tire. My cell phone is in my purse and my purse is inside the car.” She shook her head and released a nervous little laugh. “As if all that weren’t enough, I’m supposed to start a new job this morning.” Fear stabbed into Torral. Without explanation he turned toward the staircase and took off at a run. Kendra’s emotions had been uneven, but nothing like this. Joseph halted the woman’s attempt to flee and Daniel followed on Torral’s heels. Torral burst into his bedroom to find Kendra grappling with a man. Driving his fist into the intruder’s face, he propelled him back a step. Kendra twisted violently, freeing herself from his grasp. Daniel moved in front of her, arms extended like a shield. The intruder swung, but Torral deflected the blow. Focused entirely on pulverizing the intruder, Torral threw punch after punch. The stranger was fast and agile. He dodged more blows than he took, landing a jab here and there despite Torral’s blind fury. As if sensing his impending death, the intruder suddenly changed tactics. He hunched down and took a defensive pose. Torral swung wide and the stranger used the momentum to pull him off balance. Torral landed on his knees and the intruder rushed out through the French doors. He was over the railing and off the balcony before Torral realized his intention. The angry growl of a dirt bike followed. Torral watched in helpless rage as the bastard flew across the side yard and took off across the vineyard. They still had no idea who he was!

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“Fuck!” He brought his fist down on the railing once, then went back inside. “Are you all right?” He pulled Kendra into his arms. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” “He scared the hell out of me, but that’s all. I opened the door from the bathroom and he was just standing there.” “That woman is part of this.” Torral turned his head toward Daniel. “Don’t let her leave.” Daniel nodded and went downstairs. Torral looked Kendra over from head to foot before his heart resumed its normal rhythm. She wore his bathrobe and her hair was damp, but she was unharmed. He framed her face with his hands and kissed her long and hard. She smiled as his lips left hers. “I’m fine, really.” “I was ready to tear the house apart when I felt your fear. I’ve never been that angry in my life.”

Kendra tightened the belt on her borrowed bathrobe, still a little breathless from her brush with danger. Torral’s instantaneous reaction to her peril warmed and comforted her. The link had worked exactly like they said it would. “Let’s go see if his accomplice can shed some light on this mess,” she suggested. The woman sat in one of the kitchen chairs, Joseph glowering at her from one side and Daniel from the other. Kendra shooed them back and swung a chair around so she could sit facing the woman. “What’s your name?” Kendra asked in a calm, approachable tone. “H-Heather.” “How was this supposed to play out, Heather? What did your partner tell you to expect?” The woman looked at the men surrounding her, then back at Kendra. She fiddled with the fabric of her dress and shook her head. “My car just broke down. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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“We both know that’s not true.” Kendra looked at Ruth and smiled. “Could I get a cup of coffee? And why don’t you guys give us a minute?” The men reluctantly filed out. I’m going to monitor the conversation. Torral sent the thought to her mind as he retreated through the archway. We’ll be in the library. “Now let’s review what just happened here.” She thanked Ruth for the coffee and paused to take a sip. “Do you want something to drink?” The stranger shook her head. “Is Heather your real name?” No response. “Your partner took off on a dirt bike. He obviously had no intention of taking you with him. Did he play you or does he have something on you?” “He’s not my partner.” “Then why did you distract the men while he tried to kidnap me?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You can either talk to me or to the police. I wasn’t harmed and his attempt failed, so I might be able to convince my friends to deal with this ourselves. Would you rather I just call the police?” Heather’s brave façade began to crumble. Tears welled behind her lashes and she averted her face. “He told me he was going to steal some records. No one was supposed to get hurt.” Questions rushed through Kendra’s mind, but she carefully restrained them. She needed to keep her interrogation simple and direct. “Who are they?” “Connell and Aidan.” “Do you know their last names?” “It’s Aidan Nicholson. I’m not sure what Connell’s last name is.” She blew out a shaky breath and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “And to answer your earlier question, Connell played me and Aidan has a contract worth more than I am. I can’t believe I was such a fool.” Kendra wasn’t sure what she meant about the contract. Other details were more important at the moment. “Do you know why they wanted to kidnap me?”

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“Not really. Connell told me this wild story that I was gullible enough to believe.” “What wild story?” “He said Aidan was related to the Burtons. The Burtons had his family banished and later they were sterilized without their permission. He swore that all Aidan was going to do was steal proof of what the Burtons had done. Aidan is crazy. He’s completely obsessed with this family, so it made a certain sense.” “Sterilized? As in no longer able to father children?” Heather nodded and risked a glance into Kendra’s eyes. “It sounds ridiculous now, but Connell was very convincing.” Ask her about the contract. We need to know if these men will turn on her. “You mentioned a contract. What were you talking about?” “It doesn’t matter now. I’m screwed no matter what I do.” “There must be somewhere you can go, someone you can trust.” “We’ll take you to a safe house for a day or two,” Torral said from the archway. “If what you told us checks out, we’ll help you disappear.” She just stared at him for a silent moment then asked, “Why would you help me?” “Because you’ve helped us more than you realize,” he replied. “They made you out to be such heartless villains.” She shook her head again. “I don’t know what to say.” “Everyone deserves a second chance,” Kendra added. “It’s up to you what you do with it.” “My name is Holly, not Heather,” she admitted with a sigh. Joseph and Daniel wandered back into the kitchen a few minutes later. Joseph made arrangements while Holly drank a cup of coffee. Kendra was dying to know if there was any truth in Holly’s bizarre story, but she didn’t pose the question until Holly and Joseph left for the safe house.

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“Was Connell’s story as ridiculous as Holly presumed? Something about it rang true to me.” Torral and Daniel exchanged knowing glances before Torral responded. “Three brothers immigrated to the United States from Ireland in 1893. Lucas felt that assimilating into human society was best for his children. His descendants live on the east coast. Our grandfather Mangus was the middle brother. He moved west and encouraged separation from humans as well as strategic unions that strengthen our bloodline.” “Wait a minute.” Kendra scooted to the edge of her seat “If Mangus was your grandfather, how could he have been alive in 1893?” “The Dichotomy live longer than humans. We’re more resistant to illness and disease and we age more slowly.” “How nice for you,” she muttered. “It’s nice for you too. As long as we’re linked, your life cycle will be extended.” She tucked away the knowledge in the back of her mind. “Let’s get back to Aidan and Connell.” “The youngest brother was Nicholas and he was banished by the elder council,” Daniel explained. “Why?” “For obvious reasons, we can’t depend on humans to punish our criminals,” Daniel told her. “Nicholas raped and murdered three women before he was apprehended and incarcerated. The council feared the mental instability was passed on to his children, so they were taken to a secure complex for observation.” “Nicholson,” she mused. “Sons of Nicholas. It’s a bit of a stretch, but the rest seems to fit. What about the sterilization? Does your elder council do that sort of thing?” It took Daniel a long time to admit, “In extreme cases. We have to think of the safety and well-being of all our people.”

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“Not to mention your people,” Torral added. “A rogue Dichotomy is a far bigger threat than an insane human.” “What did he want with me?” She knew the answer and it made her sick. He’d intended to rape and torture her, likely end her life after he’d grown bored with her degradation. “You don’t have to say it. My imagination took care of it for you.” “We’ll find him,” Torral vowed. “We know who he is and what motivates him. It’s only a matter of time.” She took comfort in how easily they’d thwarted his attempt. Torral and Ryan were connected to her. She was never alone, never unprotected. You didn’t need protection until you met them. She ignored the pessimistic thought. Nothing worth having came without risk. Torral threaded his fingers through hers and gave her hand a squeeze. “Are you okay?” “Never better.” She tilted her head and he kissed her lips. “I need to get started on the lake house. Want to drive into San Francisco with me?” “Absolutely. I’m not leaving your side.”

Chapter Eight The next three weeks passed in a whirl of excitement and exploration. Kendra spent each day with Torral. He charmed her with his wit and entertained her with his humor. She enjoyed his easy manner and tenderness. Ryan could be moody, yet his unpredictability intrigued her. He frequently surprised her, which kept life interesting. She loved to watch him paint. Inspiration lit his face, making him even more attractive. If that was possible. Torral liked to play in the shower. If she didn’t shower before he came to check on her, they inevitably ended up back in bed, or on the bathroom floor, or against the wall, or… Ryan was no less adventurous. She’d seen hints of his dominant streak from the beginning, but he seemed reluctant to reveal too much too soon. He was concerned about how she would react, no doubt. So she took matters into her own hands. After a leisurely dinner with the day-dwelling crew, she lured Torral up to their bedroom. “I think we’ve found a rhythm that pleases us both, but I feel like Ryan is holding back.” “Shouldn’t you be having this conversation with Ryan?” “Talking isn’t Ryan’s strong suit.” She found herself pacing beside the bed. “I can’t help feeling like he’s afraid of me.” Torral chuckled and caught her hand, stilling her anxious movements. “He’s not afraid of you. He’s afraid for you. We’ve expected a lot of you in a short period of time. He wants to make sure you’re happy, that you’re comfortable with every aspect of your life.” “He would never hurt me. I knew that the first time he took me in his arms.”

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“He would never intentionally harm you, but he can be aggressive, far more aggressive than he’s allowed himself to be with you.” Torral’s statement only confirmed her suspicions. “He’s not just the dominant twin; he’s dominant with his lovers.” “Yes, but you’re not just his lover. You’re his mate. He’s willing to temper that facet of his personality if you --” “If we’re going to build a future together, there can be no second best. How can I show him that I want everything he has to give?” Desire ignited within Torral’s gaze as he considered her question. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” “If I can’t accept each of you as you really are, what am I doing here?” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly, stroking her hair and pressing her body against his. “You’re amazing, my love. So much more than either of us dared to dream.” She smiled, warmed by his praise. “Will you help me?” “Of course.” He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. “He’s restless. We better hurry. Get undressed. I’ll be back in a minute.” Her heartbeat sped and moisture gathered between her thighs. Would Ryan be pleased by her boldness or would her assertion ruin it for him? She knew so little about dominant men. She still wore her bra and panties when Torral returned a few minutes later. He carried an ordinary gym bag and wore a secretive smile. “You better take it all off unless you want to replace it.” He moved to the foot of the bed and unzipped the bag. A set of velvet lined wrist cuffs were connected by a metal cord. He pushed to his toes and threaded the cord through a stout hook protruding from the ceiling. What else did he have in the gym bag? “Where did that come from? Certainly not an ordinary gym.”

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“There’s a playroom in the basement. If all goes well tonight, I’m sure you’ll see it for yourself before too long.” “A playroom?” She nibbled at her bottom lip, yet her nipples grew impossibly hard. At least he hadn’t said dungeon. “Do all three of you use this playroom? Do you use it together?” After removing her bra, she slipped out of her lace trimmed panties. “Suffice it to say it was used far more often at night. That’s all in the past now for Ryan. You have nothing to worry about. Come here.” He faced her away from the bed and raised her arms over her head. The wrist cuffs snapped into place with an ominous click. “Tug against them. They should be snug, but not too tight. If your fingers go to sleep let us know.” She could only nod. Her mouth dried up and a faint ringing began in her ears. This was what she wanted, but that didn’t keep her from being intimidated by the unknown. “Are you ready?” Her gaze drifted to the gym bag. Ryan would never hurt her. He knew more about her pleasure than she did. The past few weeks had illustrated that in no uncertain terms. “I’m ready.” She sounded calmer than she felt. Torral stepped into the middle of the room, preparing for transformation. No matter how many times she watched the change, it never failed to awe her. Torral’s body was surrounded by glowing light and his face gently shimmered. Brighter light burst from the center of his chest, illuminating the space in front of him. A shadow formed within the light. Then the detailed outline of a tall, lean man. Ryan’s features emerged next, flesh forming from shadow. The light faded as suddenly as it had flared, and then there were two. Ryan shook his head, his gaze unfocused. Torral waited for the muddle to pass and Ryan to notice his surprise. Kendra watched Ryan’s eyes. He blinked, pushed his hair back from his face then focused on her. His gaze swept the length of her body, eyes widening as he went.

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“Is this supposed to be funny?” He glared at Torral. “It was my idea,” Kendra said. “I thought it was time to take the next step.” He stalked toward her, gaze narrowed and gleaming. He curled his fingers around her chin and leaned in close. “Do you understand what you’re asking for? Have you ever been dominated by a lover?” She refused to cower before his aggression. This was the part of him he hid from her, the part she needed to understand. “If I’m truly your mate, as you keep insisting, shouldn’t I crave what you crave and need what you need?” For a long time he was silent, staring deep into her eyes. “This kind of relationship requires an enormous amount of trust. Do you trust me that much?” “I don’t always understand you, but I trust you.” His expression softened, his grasp becoming a caress. “Why?” “Because I can feel how much you care about me and I know you would never do anything to harm me.” “You’re right.” His fingertips brushed along her jaw line and his thumb stroked her lower lip. “But I wonder if you really believe what you’re saying. Can I do anything I want with you?” “Yes.” “You’ll obey without question?” She glanced at Torral as uncertainty eroded her calm. Why was Ryan being so difficult? “Yes.” “Don’t look at Torral. You offered yourself to me.” Forcing herself not to flinch, she looked into his eyes. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” He followed the slope of her upraised arms, skimming his hands down her sides. His thumbs teased the swell of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” His hands continued their descent, gliding over her ribs and following the indentation of her waist. “Help me, Torral. Let’s show our mate what it means to love a Dichotomy.”

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They caressed her from shoulders to knees, their fingers dancing across her skin with feather-light touches. She shivered and swayed, goose bumps rising in the wake of their fingers. “Tell me how this feels,” Ryan urged. “It makes me want more.” “More what.” “More of everything.” He shook his head, a challenging smile curving his lips. “Not good enough.” He waved Torral back. “Tell us what you want.” “I want you to suck my nipples and caress my pussy. I want your fingers inside me and then your cock.” He grinned at Torral. “You heard her. Suck her nipples and I’ll make use of my fingers.” Torral cupped one breast, while he suckled the other. His fingers rolled her nipple and his lips drew with firm, deep suction. She arched into his kiss, thrilled by the stronger sensations. Ryan hadn’t finished teasing her. He tickled the top of her knees and explored the sensitive bend before working his way up her inner thighs. She moved her feet apart and waited for the promised slide of his fingers. She wiggled and moaned, restless and needy. This wasn’t at all what she’d expected. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather feel my tongue on your clit? I know how much you enjoy that.” “Do whatever you like, just let me come.” He paused for a moment, watching Torral caress her breasts. “Torral isn’t far from transformation. I think I’ll wait to fuck you until he changes. Then he won’t be here to protect you.” Despite his implied threat, affection shone in his eyes, easing her uncertainty and making her bold again. “I don’t need protection. You would never hurt me.”

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Possessive passion flared in his expression. He pushed two fingers into her aching pussy and circled her clit with his thumb. “I would only hurt you if you craved the pain, but I fear that night is a long way off.” The taunt triggered an odd heaviness deep in her belly. Was it really possible for pain to heighten pleasure? His fingers felt wonderful, but the indulgence didn’t last. He kissed her tummy and removed his hand from between her thighs. Torral immediately followed his lead. Ryan took the gym bag and placed it farther back on the bed, out of her line of sight. Even if she turned her neck as far as she could, she couldn’t see what he was doing. Trust. He wanted her to trust him, to surrender control without hesitation. Anticipation increased the tension twisting through her abdomen. She clenched and unclenched her hands. What the hell were they doing back there? Torral moved directly behind her and sat on the bed. His knees nudged her legs apart and his hands came to rest on her hips. Ryan returned to his position in front of her, his expression inscrutable. “Are you frightened?” “I don’t know what you’re going to do and that makes me uneasy. But I’m not afraid of you.” “Good.” He moved closer. “I don’t want you to fear me.” He curved his fingers around the back of her neck and took possession of her mouth. His kiss was demanding, unabashedly carnal. She had just begun to respond when his hands moved to her bottom. He pulled her cheeks apart and Torral traced her crease with something blunt and slippery. Having no doubt where the object was headed, Kendra instinctively tried to avoid the invasion. “Stand still.” Ryan whispered the command against her lips. “You promised to obey.” “What is that?” “A butt plug. It will prepare you for my cock.” She trembled against him. “You’re going to fuck my ass?” “Perhaps not tonight, but it will happen.”

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Torral teased her with the plug, circling her anus before working the smooth tip inside. He took his time and her body responded in seemingly unrelated places. Her nipples tingled and her clit throbbed. He pushed the toy inward with a twisting motion. Her body stretched, expanding slowly to accommodate the plug. A stinging sensation flared within the pressure. Her fingernails dug into her palms and she buried her face against Ryan’s neck. “Almost there,” Torral said. One final turn and her sphincter closed around the notch at the top of the toy. The sting receded, leaving her breathless and full. She felt invaded and restless as hell. Ryan pulled her forward, rubbing her aching mound against his thigh. Torral stroked her bottom, silently praising her for her accomplishment. “We can’t send Torral off to sleep state hard as a rock. That just wouldn’t be fair.” Ryan released the cord from the hook on the ceiling then unfastened the latch connecting the cuffs. He drew her arms behind her and refastened the latch, securing her wrists at the small of her back. “On your knees.” Ryan helped her kneel, while Torral unfastened his jeans. Each movement made her more aware of the butt plug. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just odd. Kneeling behind her, Ryan explored the soft swells and silken hollows of her body. Torral angled his cock toward her mouth and Kendra parted her lips. Ryan rolled her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Her bound hands were pressed between them, making her acutely aware of her helplessness. They never stopped touching her. Torral stroked her hair as he slid in and out of her mouth. Ryan kept her simmering on the verge of orgasm. They controlled her, commanded her, and she had never felt so secure. “You better hurry, love,” Ryan urged. “He’s fighting off the change.” She swirled her tongue around the head of Torral’s cock, savoring the slick drops of pre-cum. He groaned and took her face between his hands. Scalding lust inundated her mind and her groan echoed his. It took her a second to realize she was feeling his

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desire; then her senses soared. He was consumed with pleasure, driven by his demanding need for her. “That feels so damn good!” Torral scooted to the edge of the bed, bumping the back of her throat. He rocked into her mouth, features tense with his impending climax. Ryan covered her mound with his hand, pressing her clit with his middle finger. She wiggled. Torral’s arousal was driving her crazy and Ryan was only making it worse. She needed more than the teasing pressure of his finger. She needed them moving inside her. Together. She craved the ultimate joining, the inevitable culmination of their love. Torral pumped faster, panting harshly. His shaft throbbed against her tongue and his pleasure showered her mind. He bucked once, driving to the back of her mouth as his seed jetted into her throat. His body was still trembling with aftershocks when transformation claimed him.

Ryan pulled Kendra to her feet and unfastened the wrist cuffs. “Get on the bed. Lie on your back and bend your knees.” Her gaze was passion bright, her lips deeply flushed. She crawled onto the bed and arranged herself as he had instructed. He stood at the foot of the bed, heart pounding, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. She was the personification of his wildest dreams. Passionate, willing, obedient. Her feisty personality and independent spirit made her offering all the more precious. He was humbled by her trust and determined to prove himself worthy of her submission. “Raise your arms above your head.” Without hesitation, she obeyed and the lump in his throat grew. He took a deep breath and studied her body, assessing her arousal. She was wet and ready, but ready wasn’t good enough. He wanted her wild and eager. He threaded the cord through a hook on the wall then refastened the wrist cuffs. She watched him silently, excited yet anxious.

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Kneeling between her thighs, he traced the cleft of her sex with his index finger. She murmured and lifted her hips, encouraging his touch. “Do you want my mouth or my cock?” “If I choose your mouth, do I still get your cock?” He had his answer. Parting her folds with his thumbs, he lowered his mouth to her slit. She gasped and pleasure rolled across their mental connection. He’d only meant to speed her ascent, drive her to the point of orgasm before he fucked her in earnest. But she sighed so sweetly and her cream evoked the darkest part of his nature. He had to have more. He had to have all she could give. Slipping his hands beneath her bottom, he pressed his lips over her slit. He rubbed her clit with his tongue then drove into her core as far as he could. She whimpered softly and rocked against his mouth. “Oh god, Ryan. Please, don’t stop!” He sucked on her folds and lapped at her cream as if the evocative fluid sustained him. On and on he feasted from her pussy, reveling in her uninhibited response. She cried out sharply as her orgasm burst. He surged up along her body and thrust his full length into her throbbing passage. Another cry tore from her throat as her inner muscles stretched to accommodate his thickness. He rolled his hips and thrust again. She drew her legs up along his sides, her heels resting lightly on his back. The butt plug made her pussy that much tighter. He groaned as her moist heat caressed him. She tugged against her restraints, writhing beneath him. Her gaze was wide and luminous, staring into his. He opened his mind even wider, the combined power of their emotions astonishing him. Each time they touched was more amazing than the last. She was everything he longed for and more. They raced toward completion, unable to hold back the storm. Sensations detonated within him and shot into her. She cried out and her pussy rippled with rhythmic contractions. He fought against his impending release, wanting the pleasure to go on forever.

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She wrapped her legs around his waist and flooded his mind with euphoria. He groaned, accepting defeat as his seed blasted into her trembling body. Shaken and weak, he barely kept his weight from crushing her. She languished in the afterglow, a lazy smile bowing her lips. He wrapped his arms around her and carefully rolled them to their sides, miraculously remaining inside her. He started to unfasten the cuffs then shrugged and snuggled into a more comfortable position. She didn’t seem to mind being restrained and her willingness thrilled him. His lids drifted shut and his mind began to wander. He was blessed; they were blessed to have found each other. Ink black eyes intruded on his musings. His instincts jarred to instantaneous alert. Their voyeur was back, meticulously picking his way through Kendra’s mental shields. She called his name and clutched at his leg with her feet, alerting him the only way she was able. Fury spread through Ryan like wildfire, but he refused to alert the enemy to his presence in the meld. Ryan reinforced Kendra’s shields, ensuring her safety before he confronted their uninvited guest. She continued to resist the intruder, but Ryan sensed her sudden calm. Ryan approached gradually, matching his energy pattern to the intruder’s odd rhythm. Resentment and determination seeped into Ryan’s consciousness, twisted and tainted by a lifetime of hatred. They hadn’t believed the threat was neutralized, but they’d hoped for a little more time. Was this Aidan or Connell? Ryan didn’t care as long as he could trace the signal back to its origin. Utterly focused on dismantling Kendra’s shields, the intruder didn’t feel Ryan insinuate himself into the signal. Reinforce Kendra’s shields. I’ve got a chance at finding this bastard. He sent the thought to Joseph and Leos, infusing the transmission with urgency. They responded

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instantaneously, both knowing better than to question his directives. He felt their energy saturate Kendra’s shields, subtly counteracting the intruder’s slightest progress. Frustration increased the signal, making it easier for Ryan to track. The location was revealed in impressions. Close, he was still in the Napa Valley, brazenly flaunting the danger. The sharp scent of mildew and decay. Ryan pushed harder and a building flashed into focus, silhouetted against the starlit sky. He struggled for a better perspective, a landmark or clue to -Pain sliced into his mind, throwing him out of the meld. He gasped and clutched his head with both hands. “Could you see where he was?” Kendra asked, struggling to sit with her hands still bound. “I can’t believe he tried this again.” He quickly unfastened the wrist cuffs and pulled her out of bed. “Grab a bathrobe. We need to see if Leos sensed anything.” By the time Ryan tugged on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt Leos and Joseph were waiting in the hall. “Is Kendra all right?” Joseph asked. “I’m fine,” she answered. “Thanks to you.” Leos looked as angry as Ryan felt. This couldn’t go on. No one defiled the security of their home and went unpunished. “Tell me you found him.” “I saw a building on a hilltop,” Ryan explained. “The shape was familiar. I know I’ve seen it before, but I can’t bring the location to mind. It smelled old, like it had been deserted for a long time.” “Any clue where this building is located?” “Nearby. He’s not afraid of us.” Leos shook his head. “Why should he be? He’s been inside this house, placed his hands on one of our women, and we’ve been unable to retaliate. I don’t care if he’s crazy. We’re not waiting for the council to find him. This means war!”

Chapter Nine The sun hovered on the horizon two days later, ready to begin its nightly descent. Kendra strolled hand in hand with Torral, working their way back from the lake house. She was expecting a delivery tomorrow and there wasn’t much more she could do until the building materials arrived. Ryan had spent the past two nights searching through files and Internet archives trying to find the building he’d seen while tracing the culprit. Aidan’s office in Napa had been deserted and there had been no sign of trouble since. No one believed the danger was gone for good. That sort of obsession didn’t just go away. Everyone was frustrated by the uncertainty so they tried to focus on other things. When Kendra wasn’t busy with the renovation, her mind inevitably drifted to her mates. Already she had found more happiness in their company than she’d known in the rest of her life. It was hard to imagine her world without them, so she decided not to try. Submitting to Ryan had torn down the last emotional barrier. She was content and secure, yet one mystery remained. “Can I ask a question?” Torral laughed. “The last time you used that tone you ended up in restraints.” “This is along the same lines. You and Ryan seem to be avoiding… that is, will all three of us ever make love together?” A slow, sexy smile parted his lips. “We didn’t want to rush you.” “Most couples spend two or three nights a week together while they’re getting to know each other. We’ve been together, night and day, for twenty-seven days. That’s over three months to the average couple. If you use hours, it’s even longer.”

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He released her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. “I’ll take your word for it.” Was he purposely missing her meaning? She tried again. “I don’t feel rushed.” He turned her to face him, his gaze caressing her face. “If we make love like that, it will complete the soul bonding. We wanted you to be sure this is what you want before we go any further.” “Do you have any doubt?” “We never had any doubt.” “I’m pretty sure I’m ready.” He kissed her forehead and resumed his trek to the house. “That’s not good enough. The soul bond is permanent. You have to be absolutely sure.” “I don’t know that I’ll ever be absolutely sure. Love doesn’t come with a moneyback guarantee.” “That’s the first time you’ve used the word love. Do you love us?” “Yes.” She answered without hesitation. “I’m sure about that much.” “Then what’s holding you back?” “I’m not sure.” She gave a helpless shrug. “When you figure it out, let me know.” She thought that ended the subject, but he took her hand as they entered the house and led her to their bedroom. He shut the door behind them and swept her into his arms. His mouth settled over hers with feverish insistence and his hands went to work on the buttons at the front of her shirt. The subject certainly got him fired up. Shrugging out of the shirt, she unclasped her bra and tugged up his tee shirt. Usually Torral took his time undressing her. Ryan was the one who was hard on her wardrobe. Torral caught her wrist when she started to unfasten his jeans. “Not yet. We have to do this in stages.” “We can do it more than once.” She tried to free her hand, but he wouldn’t let go.

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Determination flashed in his eyes and he pulled her arms behind her back. His gaze lowered to her naked breasts and her nipples tingled. It was such a provocative pose, she felt hot and achy. Helpless, yet oddly empowered. He drew her forward, pressing his erection into the softness of her lower belly. “Can you feel what you do to me?” “Let go of my hands so I can.” His smile was filled with possessive promise. She’d never seen him like this before. “I don’t think so.” He tightened his hold on her arms, arching her back as he bent to her breasts. She braced herself for a torrid onslaught, but his lips were soft, his tongue patient. He memorized her shape and the texture of her skin with his kisses, intentionally avoiding her nipples. She began to wiggle, trying to bring his wandering mouth into contact with the pebble hard crests. He traced her areolas with his tongue and smiled into her eyes. “What’s the matter? You seem tense.” Tugging against his hold only made her breasts sway. He continued his butterfly teasing until she wanted to scream. “Take off your pants. I want to taste that soft pussy.” She’d grown used to their explicit instructions. They used the graphic phrases to shock and stimulate her. It felt naughty to hear the words and even more so to say them. “What if I don’t want your mouth on me?” He didn’t respond with words. Scooping her up in his arms, he deposited her in the middle of the bed. He stripped her pants off, ignoring her playful struggle. She wasn’t sure when she’d realized she loved being physically dominated, but both her mates had quickly picked up on the fact. As soon as she was naked, he crossed her wrists at the small of her back and knelt between her thighs. Her bottom rested on her forearms, tilting her sex toward his waiting mouth. There was nothing tentative in his kiss now. His lips sucked and his tongue explored. She rocked and twisted as tension built within her. He easily followed her restless movements, pushing her higher with each skillful stroke.

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“Shit!” His hands released her and he scrambled off the foot of the bed. Her orgasm sputtered out as the transition gripped him. Left with no choice but to watch the phenomenon, she propped herself up on her elbows and squinted into the shimmering light. She’d never tire of the brilliance or the expectation that pulsed in the air. Ryan formed within the light, separating as he solidified. “Your timing has been better,” she told Ryan once the transitional muddle lifted from his mind. “Sorry about that.” He glanced at Torral. “What did she say to get you so revved up?” “Just being near her revs me up.” “Not like this it doesn’t. Your lust blasted me out of sleep state.” Torral laughed. “You can’t blame this on me. You’re the one who interrupted a perfectly good orgasm.” “I thought you became aware of everything that happened to him during the transition.” “Imagine seeing twelve hours of television in about fifteen seconds. We’re left with a basic impression of the day’s events but the details are always sketchy.” “She asked me why we’ve never made love to her together.” “Really?” Ryan sounded like a pirate who had just discovered a treasure map. “And what did you tell her?” “That if we both fuck her scrumptious body at the same time it will complete the soul bonding.” Ryan took off his shirt before he asked, “Are you ready to solidify the bond?” Excitement unfurled within her, speeding her pulse and melting her misgivings. They were amazing. How could she ever hope to be content with a human man after knowing the love of a Dichotomy? She knelt in the middle of the bed and looked from Torral to Ryan and back. “I’m ready.”

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Both of her mates sucked in a breath and attacked their remaining clothes. Uncertainty tingled inside her. Could she really do this? They were considerably bigger than the butt plug. She took a deep breath and banished the doubt. She was their mate. Everything they’d experienced together had led them to this night. Ryan finished first and pulled her into his arms. She parted her lips then curled her tongue around his, welcoming him home. Torral pressed into her back a moment later. His strong, warm body rubbed against her. He cupped her breasts and teased her nipples, while Ryan eased a hand between her thighs. It was heaven. No part of her body lacked for attention. She was surrounded, caressed, and controlled. She felt safe, cherished, loved as she had never imagined being loved. “You owe her an orgasm,” Torral reminded Ryan. Ryan chuckled, his lips lingering against her face. “I guess I do, don’t I?” He knelt and Torral lifted her, one arm around her waist, the other bending her knees. She gasped and clutched his arm. It was obvious from the start that they were stronger than human men, but she hadn’t realized just how strong. Torral held her up as Ryan draped her legs across his shoulders. “Can’t we use the bed?” She gasped as Ryan’s mouth picked up where Torral’s had left off. She pressed against Torral’s chest, unable to avoid Ryan’s demanding kiss. Not that she wanted to avoid him. He licked and sucked, thrusting into her with possessive fervor. Torral’s arm banded her waist and he rolled her nipples with his other hand. Ryan was bolder than he’d ever been before, stabbing at her pussy and her anus by turns. The tension returned as if it had never receded. Desire hummed across their mental link, showering her senses with tingling sparks. She rocked her folds against Ryan’s mouth and reveled in her carnality.

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Ryan closed his lips around her clit and somehow managed to find her openings with his fingers. Two pushed into her vagina and one breached her anus. Her orgasm blasted through her, driven higher and higher by the steady penetration of his hand. “Very good,” he murmured. “Can you do it again?” His fingers began a steady shuttle as his lips returned to her clit. She wasn’t sure if she came again or if the first orgasm never quite finished, but another series of spasms began almost immediately. She shook and shook, the back of her head pressed against Torral’s shoulder. Long moments later, Torral lifted her off Ryan. She moaned and curled into his warmth. Tingles still zinged up and down her spine. “Now what?” “Top or bottom?” Torral asked. “It’s more like front or back.” Ryan walked to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant. “I’ve had more experience than you have with this particular kink. I better go first.” “All right.” Torral set her down at the foot of the bed. He sat and then lay back across the mattress. “Come here.” She crawled onto the bed, straddling his lap. She knew enough about what they were going to do to understand how she needed to be positioned. “Why do you have more experience with this sort of thing?” she asked Ryan. “Let’s just say I’ve always been more adventurous than Torral. But all that is behind us. It will be us three forever.” Forever had never sounded so wonderful. Torral grabbed the back of her knees and pulled her toward him. “Do you need help or would you like to take me for a change?” She understood the convoluted command. Fuck me or I’m going to fuck you. “I think I can manage.” Balancing on her knees, she guided his erection to her vaginal entrance and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. Hard, hot flesh slid into her, filling her, stretching her. Good god, how was she going to fit them both inside her? Ryan stepped up behind her. “Kiss him, sweetheart, and I’ll get you ready.”

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Draping herself across Torral’s chest, she found his mouth with hers and put her whole being into the kiss. She brushed her lips against his and stroked him with her tongue. Ryan rubbed her back. He relaxed her muscles and eased his way toward his destination. His big hands cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing and stroking as his thumbs traced the shadowed crease. Holding her open, he circled her anus with his fingertips. He coated her with lubricant, working globs of the cool gel past the tight collar of muscle. She tensed as he drilled her with his finger. He’d done this much before. “Relax, sweetheart.” He slipped in and out, in and out. She continued kissing Torral as her body accepted the stimulation. This is what the butt plug had readied her for, what she’d imagined and craved. Her pussy fluttered around Torral’s cock and Ryan added a second finger. He rimmed her, stretched her, and prepared her for a far more substantial penetration. More lube and a third finger. She groaned, the pressure nearing pain. In one smooth motion, he pulled out his fingers and inserted the head of his cock. He didn’t give her body time to contract. She felt the pressure increase and tore her mouth away. Ryan quickly eased a hand between her body and Torral’s. “Now push out against me,” he instructed as his middle finger found her clit. Consciously easing the tension in her internal muscles, she took him deeper. “Very good.” He added more lube, his finger gently circling her clit. He pulled back just a bit to coat his shaft with gel, then drove deeper than he’d been before. “I don’t know if I can do this.” He chuckled, his cock bobbing inside her as his abdominal muscles flexed. “You’re doing it already.” Torral cupped her face with one hand and guided her mouth back to his. The distraction helped her relax and soon Ryan’s warm thighs pressed against her bottom. He rubbed her back and gave her time to accept his full length.

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They possessed her utterly, branding her body and warming her mind. She rubbed her breasts against Torral’s chest and hesitantly tightened her internal muscles. Both men groaned, Torral breaking the kiss. Ryan dragged her nearly off of Torral’s cock. He hesitated a moment then eased her forward again. Torral slid into her pussy as Ryan pulled out of her ass. She threw back her head and gritted her teeth, the sensations bittersweet in their exquisite intensity. “Scream, love,” Torral coaxed. “No one here will begrudge you your pleasure.” Ryan made the next stroke a bit faster and Kendra screamed. It was all too much. Her body was stretched to capacity and her senses were raw. She perched on the brink of orgasm, but something held her back. She trembled and moaned as Ryan found a moderate rhythm. They slid against each other, one pushing in as the other pulled out. The room spun around her. Nothing was in focus except for her mates. She needed… she didn’t know what she needed, couldn’t imagine why she hadn’t exploded already into a puff of incinerated ash. “Let go, sweetheart,” Ryan urged. “We’ve got you. You’re safe.” She released the last thread of control, surrendering to their mastery. They surrounded her, filled her, supported, and completed her. She took them into her mind and heart, let their affection saturate every molecule of her being. Like a raindrop on a glassy lake, the first ping of her orgasm sent ripples vibrating out through her body. She abandoned herself to the sensation, sharing it freely with her lovers. Their tempo increased, their harsh panting music to her ears. She floated on a cloud of pleasure, lost in the perfection of their joining. Ryan slammed into her with enough force to make her yelp. The stab of pain only heightened her pleasure. He shuddered against her back, his pleasure pumping into her along with his seed. Torral was half a second behind, arching up off the bed as release tore through him. He cried out and clutched her to his chest. They shuddered together.

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Sensations flowed freely between them. Kendra could no longer tell where each sensation originated. It didn’t matter. They were one, equally sharing the pleasure. Ryan recovered enough to lift his weight off her. “Are you all right?” “All right?” She laughed. “I’m a little better than all right. That was incredible.” With mutual reluctance, they separated their bodies. Ryan crawled onto the bed and Torral shifted to his side. Kendra lay between them replete and secure. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Their hearts, minds, and bodies were perfectly in tune.

Epilogue Lark Emery cupped her hands around her eyes and peered through the front window of the small shop. The blinds obscured much of her vision, but the office was obviously deserted. “Damn it,” she muttered and stepped back from the window. This had been her final lead. The obnoxious woman who ran the escort service in San Francisco had given her this address, swearing the owner of Twilight Limousine Tours had basically purchased Holly. Lark shuddered as she thought of what her niece must have endured. She’d suspected Holly was in trouble, but Holly kept insisting she had everything under control. Holly never had her life under control, so Lark had impatiently waited for Holly to ride the downward spiral to the point where she’d accept help. It was a familiar cycle, one Holly had been indulging in since she ran away from home at fifteen. Through all her misadventures, Holly always kept in touch. She refused to speak with her mother, but Lark had always been more friend than relative. Holly frequently omitted the details of her situation, but she made sure Lark knew she was alive. A week had gone by without a call and Lark began to worry. When one week became three, Lark packed a bag and drove down from Seattle. She had always tried to support Holly without trying to control her, but enough was enough. She was determined to find her wayward niece and bring her home for good. “Who are you looking for, honey?” the elderly proprietress of the antique shop next door asked as she swept the sidewalk in front of her store. “I’m not sure. Is this business still in operation or have they moved on?”

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The woman snorted and leaned on the handle of her broom. “Haven’t seen hide nor hair of them since” -- she touched a finger to her pursed lips -- “last Friday, I believe.” Lark fished Holly’s picture out of her pocket and handed it to the woman. “Have you ever seen this woman?” “Sure, that’s Holly. I don’t think Mr. Nicholson treated her very well, but she was a sweet kid.” “When was the last time you saw her?” “Maybe Wednesday. No, Tuesday. She said she was starting the new job on Wednesday.” “What new job? Do you know where she was staying?” Hope stirred up the butterflies in Lark’s stomach. At least she had another lead. “I don’t know where she was staying, but she’d gotten on with the Burton Brothers winery. She was going to hostess at the tasting room around the corner.” “I’m really worried about her. If you happen to see her, could you please have her call Lark? She knows the number.” “Sure enough. You have a wonderful afternoon.” The afternoon was looking brighter thanks to the talkative woman. Lark left her car parked in front of the abandoned office and headed off in the direction the woman had indicated.

Aidan peeked through the blinds, watching the stunning blonde as she spoke with Widow Bartell. The young woman obviously had more than a passing interest in his office. Who was she and what did she want with him? He’d only ventured back into Napa to get the key to Holly’s apartment. He needed to make sure there was nothing among her possessions that could incriminate him. If he could find some clue to her whereabouts that would be even better, but he’d always been a realist. Holly was a loose end and Aidan hated loose ends. The Burtons were on high alert both in reality and on the metaphysical plane. He could be patient. He’d had

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thirty-eight years to plan his revenge. But boredom didn’t suit him. He’d hunt down Holly while he waited for time to lull the Burtons with a false sense of security. Widow Bartell motioned in the general direction of the Burtons’ tasting room and Aidan narrowed his gaze. A Burton spy wouldn’t need directions to the tasting room. The only other connection between him and the Burtons was Holly. And he desperately needed to find the worthless whore. As the blonde made her way down First Street, he sneaked out through the alley. If he hurried he could reach the sidewalk shortly after she passed by. “Excuse me,” he called out and she glanced over her shoulder to see who had spoken. “Are you talking to me?” The wind blew wisps of her golden hair across her face. She had light blue eyes and full red lips. Though at least thirty, she had a wholesome quality about her delicate features. “I noticed you looking in the window of Twilight Tours. Are you in the market for a limousine ride?” “Who are you?” She buried her hands in the pockets of her hip-length jacket and searched his face with cautious mistrust. “My name is Connell.” “I don’t need a limousine. Thanks, anyway.” She turned to go. “Wait.” Her arrogance fueled his determination. There was no reason for her to be so cold. “That’s not why I asked. I’d been seeing one of their employees, but last week she just took off. I’ve about run out of places to look for her. I was hoping you might know something.” She licked her lips and looked up and down the street. He’d done nothing to make her suspicious. Why was she acting so put out? “I just got here,” she said. “You might want to ask the woman I was talking with. She seemed to know what was going on.” “If you’re going to the Burtons’ tasting room, you’re wasting your time.”

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Her eyebrows scrunched together and those china blue eyes narrowed. “Why would you presume that’s where I’m going?” “If you weren’t looking for a tour, then you’re either looking for Aidan or Holly. Knowing what a bastard Aidan is, my bet’s on Holly.” She tightened her belt and relaxed a bit. “You’re looking for Holly too?” “Yes. She’d told me the Burtons had hired her as a hostess, but she never showed up for work. The supervisor called and asked if I knew where Holly was, but I have no idea. I was really hoping this would be the break she was looking for. Anything was better than working for that jerk.” “Has anyone reported her missing?” “I filed a report, but the police didn’t seem real interested. There’s no evidence of foul play.” She scoffed softly and shook her head. “She disappears without a trace and her employer just happens to close up shop a day later. Didn’t that seem suspicious to anyone?” “Now you understand my frustration. I was on my way to her apartment when I saw you looking in the window. I have a key. We wouldn’t even be breaking the law.” He offered his most charming smile. “I’m not worried about breaking the law. I think she’s in serious trouble.” She looked at the tasting room across the street then back at him. “Let me see if they’ll tell me anything they wouldn’t tell you.” He smiled, easily seeing through her ploy. She wanted to verify his story. “No problem. I’ll wait right here.” His story would check out in the tasting room. If she insisted on calling the police, however, he’d have no choice but to shut her up. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. He’d rather lure her along than take her by force. The phrase sent his libido into overdrive. She was fresh and innocent, everything Holly was not. He’d been unbearably restless ever since he touched Kendra’s mind. This woman wasn’t a Burton, but she might lessen his frustration for a bit.

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He’d seduce her gradually at first. Charm her as they pursued their common goal. Then he’d lock her in the dungeon he’d prepared for Kendra and give full rein to his sexual excess. If they managed to find Holly in the mean time, so much the better. He’d enjoy punishing her for her betrayal. Pulling up the hood of his jacket, he turned his back to the tasting room. He didn’t think anyone inside had ever seen Connell. Still, he wasn’t taking any chances. The blonde returned a few minutes later and he fought back a triumphant smile. “You’re right. It was a dead end. I’m Lark Emery. Holly’s my niece.” “Niece? You don’t look old enough to be Holly’s aunt.” “My sister basically raised me. Holly and I have always been close.” She offered her first genuine smile. “Which direction is her apartment? I don’t know Napa at all. I just drove down from Seattle.”

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