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beast, his mouth devouring his, his tongue giving back what it
took. There was nothing in the world except Owen: no brutal
visions, no vampires. He tasted like summer rain and Andras
couldn't seem to slake his thirst.
He longed to feel his hot skin against his, pull from his lips
another moan and another, but it couldn't happen. Owen's
all-consuming vulnerability frightened him, and oaths, dying
wishes and resultant repercussions flooded his senses.
Andras broke from the kiss and stepped back, his breaths
coming hard.
"No," Owen said, still writhing against him, his hands
clinging to his shoulders.
"We mustn't, not like this." He reached up and gently
removed his hands. "We are entering very dangerous water
here, and I feel you "
"Do not feel, do not think. It's what I've wanted for so very
long."
"You're lonely, vulnerable. It would be a grave mistake to
take advantage of you without allowing you time to think of
all we've talked about, digest everything that has happened
this night."
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Owen's eyes were shut tightly, his breathing erratic.
"Traherne turning you doesn't change my feelings for you. I
don't care about any of that."
"I care. We don't know what will happen now. Above all, I
must keep you safe. If Dagan thinks to get to me through
you, he'll not hesitate to act upon it."
Owen opened his eyes. "Dagan? Who is this you speak of?"
"Traherne's son. He'll come to satisfy his lust for revenge."
"And you will fight him?"
"Them, Dagan and his followers." The aching tenderness of
Owen's kiss remained on his lips, making it hard for him to
think clearly. "I'll do whatever is necessary to protect the
villagers . . . and you."
"How many followers?"
"I don't know, perhaps a handful."
"One against so many? You'll die!"
"You can't know that."
"I know this. My father said a long tooth's powers are
measured by his years. Tell me he was wrong."
"He spoke the truth."
"You said Traherne was the oldest vampire in the universe
and so his son must also be old, but you have only five years
as a. . . ."
"Monster, demon, nesuferitul, why don't you name me for
what I am?"
"Let me help you, Andras. Make me like you and I'll fight
by your side."
He placed a finger over Owen's lips. "Don't ever speak to
me of this again. I took an oath to save lives, not take them."
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"I want to be like you." He whispered the words as though
the pain of the world resided in his voice. "I want to be . . .
with you."
Andras shook his head. "There are things you don't know
of."
"Tell me, help me understand."
"Although Traherne turned me, I won't become fully
vampiric unless I feed on another human. Heed me well,
Owen. Have you any idea how I struggle with these bestial
cravings, long to sate my lust on blood, a human's blood?" He
narrowed his eyes and drew the words out slowly. "Your
blood."
"Forgive me, I had no idea."
"'Tis the only thing I have left, a shred of my former self. A
curse of the worst kind undead yet not living, walking in
darkness and longing for daylight." He walked to the cot,
plucked his shirt and jerkin from the mattress, and dressed.
"Where are you going?"
Andras looked through the window. "I must leave now." He
nodded toward the pale light of morning. "Don't fear, the long
tooths will not return this day."
"That's not what I fear," Owen said, his voice shaky. "I
fear you will not return."
The sexy mouth smiled, and the deep silver eyes shone
like precious gems. "That fear is unfounded."
His cherished words split the quiet confines of the cottage,
then the vampire fled through the door as silently as a thief in
the night.
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Chapter Five
Dagan's journey from Romania wasn't without incident. His
clan had been particularly thirsty en route, ravenous for
blood, necessitating several stops in secluded villages to
feast. Appeasing their mischievous appetite had also waylaid
them for a spell. Near Pembroke Castle, Estevan discovered a
plot of werewolf graves and wasted little time in alerting the
others. Several hours were lost desecrating the lycans'
eternal resting places, and another two covering their scent
after the despoiling.
Now that they'd arrived at their destination in Wales,
Dagan walked the confines of the northwest tower in Carew
Castle and thought about the many times he'd visited the
once magnificent structure over the centuries.
He closed his eyes and drew forth the energy in the room.
Did the Lord and his pet monkey that had died mysteriously
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