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  "Mmm," Kissa moaned. "Love me; let me help you forget…"

  Slowly, he nodded. He'd kill for a moment where he could forget the world around them.

  Her reddish silver aura blended into his blackness, highlighting the differences between them before surrounding them. He cupped her bottom, helped ease her on top of him. The warmth of her naked flesh against his groin could burn steel.

  "I want you," he murmured between kisses. “God, I want you so bad, Kissa."

  "This isn't a dream, my prince. Take me. Love me."

  He wanted that peace, and could let her grant it, if just for a moment. "I'll hurt you…"

  Kissa had already begun to roll them both away from the rock and onto her back. "I'm not fragile, I'm tiny. And right now," she pulled him down next to her and reached for the snap on his jeans, "I'm tight and wet for you, my prince.” She popped the snap.

  Joséf's body ached. Watching the scars heal from her face was still a miraculous thing to witness, but paled in comparison to the sight of her breasts swinging gently or the curve of her spine as she dipped down to crawl over him. Her perfectly shaped ass moved up and down as her legs shifted against his.

  She rolled further, putting Joséf on top now. He held himself up on his arms, staring down at the wanton expression on her face. Her eyes half open, her lips parted, she looked every bit old enough to seduce him. His cock throbbed. Stretching his long legs over hers, he kicked her ankle accidentally, not happy with her groan.

  "I'm sor—" his apology got lost when her mouth claimed his, her arms circled around his neck.

  Kissa pulled him down on her, hard. Joséf collapsed on top of her, settling his full weight against her with a grunt. She nipped his ear, licking a trail of fire over his skin.

  He yelped.

  "You're wearing too much to fuck me," she hissed into his ear. A hand glided over his stomach, his muscles clenched. Kissa slid his zipper down and slipped her hand inside his jeans. She cupped his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.

  Joséf's breath caught in his throat. She squeezed him again and stole thought from his mind. She latched her lips to his neck. Fire burned in his loins, sending jolts of pure energy racing down his spine to his shaft. She pulled his cock free of his pants and began pumping him.

  Groaning through clenched teeth, he tried resisting her. Not sure whether he held back for posterity or to drag out the tension, Joséf arched into her body.

  "That's it," she nuzzled his neck. Her body seemed firmer beneath his. Her breasts brushed against his chest, hard nipples begged for his mouth.

  Lowering his head to her breast, Joséf took control. Opening his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple, she bowed her back, arched her hips and spread her legs. One hand patted her pussy. "You belong here.”

  He bit her.

  "No fair!"

  Chuckling, he switched breasts and laved the other nipple, suckling as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could. Kissa's arm tightened around his neck. Her other hand pumped him harder. Slicking her hand with pre-cum, she raised his head to meet hers.

  Claiming her mouth, grinding his hips into her, Joséf's mouth worked over hers, devouring, kissing her, savoring the feel of the heat her body radiated. He nipped, bit, licked and kissed his way along the seam of her mouth and along her jaw before he plunged his tongue between her lips and swept around the inside of her mouth before he'd captured hers and sucked.

  She retaliated by stroking his back, his tongue with hers, spreading her legs wider.

  Intense heat had him ripping off his pants. Flames of passion swirled in her beautiful eyes as she watched him get naked.

  The heat of her spurred him on. He reached between her thighs and caressed her slick slit.

  She moaned and her mouth captured his.

  Closing his eyes, he breathed in her musky scent. His body shivered from the cool breeze. Kissa's strokes became more fervent and sweat broke out on his forehead.

  Rocking her hips upward, he felt his cock brush her slick entrance. "Come inside me," she beckoned, tugging his cock.

  "Kissa, I—" his body didn't care. Placing his hands on the ground beside her, Joséf sank himself inside her. Molten lava seared his cock; velvet folds enveloped him.

  She smiled at his sharp intake of breath. "Home," she rocked her hips against his.

  He gripped her hips and forced himself to look at her, leaving his question hanging in the air.

  With a free hand, she stroked the back of his head, nestling her fingers against his scalp. "Yes, home is here.” She patted her thigh, giggled, and glared when he didn’t move. "Now fuck me!"

  Joséf pulled back, and then rammed himself inside with fury. Slick skin slapped against skin, echoing, mimicking their grunts.

  Joséf pulled out.

  Kissa cried at the absence. "Give me!"

  "The tables have turned," Joséf grinned. He pushed himself against her, setting just the head of his cock at her opening.

  "No," she slapped his thigh, "give me, damnit!"

  With a grunt, Joséf slid himself in just a little deeper. Heat crept up the length of his cock, and radiated up his shaft and through his body. Their auras flashed brighter and the scent of lovemaking—no sex, grew stronger.

  It's lovemaking when it's with me, her whisper caressed his mind, calmed his thoughts down but forced him to concentrate on teasing her, rather than fucking the hell out of her until she couldn't walk for a week.

  Inch by painful inch, Joséf slid himself in, laughing at Kissa's frustration.

  He pulled back again, settling the head of his cock on one of her thighs.

  "Damnit, why!"

  "Because self-control prolongs things, and you need to learn not to whine."

  Kissa lay beneath him, unmoving in the leaves and sand. Wanton flames flickered dangerously in her eyes, almost threatening him if he didn't sink himself balls deep inside and finish her. Even in the dark, her gaze scorched him with her passion.

  The teasing killed him, but he was determined to make Kissa beg, just a little more. She'd turned his entire world upside down, thrown off his rhythm, and done it all in the name of misguided love and without any remorse. The least he could do was provide a little payback.

  Lowering his head to her breast, he pulled a nipple between his teeth, sucked and laved her. Kissa's legs wrapped around his waist and she tried forcing him inside her, but his strength prevented her from getting what she wanted. He grinned inside at her cute squeak of frustration.

  Joséf ran a hand through her curls, knuckles scraping tenderly against her face. Short gasps came from her open mouth with each inch he gave her until he'd pulled back and slid in just a touch deeper.

  Dipping his mouth to her neck, he sucked and bit into her flesh. Kissa cried out.

  "You drive me crazy," he almost growled. "Make me want to do all sorts of things that aren't right."

  "That's the point," Kissa snapped, slapping his other thigh, hard. Raising her fist, she pounded against his back. "Give me your cock and fuck me, damnit!"

  Joséf thrust deep inside, his balls pummeling her ass. He enjoyed her ragged gasp. Nails dug into his thigh, sending delicious pain through him. Lightning arced between them and sparks danced behind his eyelids when he pulled out and rammed himself inside her again, then again, enjoying the heat of her.

  Kissa arched her hips upward, matching his quickening pace with thrusts of her own. Their grunts and groans echoed throughout the night.

  Joséf sped his pace, pounded harder into her before remembering the plan. Self-control required him to tease her, make her beg and demand. He slowed down, caught sight of the frown and laughed at the pain he'd caused her.

  Kissa's eyes flew open, "No, I'm almost there, don't stop my prince!"

  Joséf rolled his hips into hers, sending her over the edge.

  "Just like that.” She let out a long, contented sigh.

  Their aura, a swirl of reddish black streaks, blanketed them, warmed them, m
ade Joséf feel physically much lighter than he was, almost like they were floating. Beneath him, Kissa's body still quivered, her lips clenching tighter around his cock, sending him closer to the edge.

  Joséf groaned with need. Falling forward, he crushed himself against her, hands racing down her body to find her thighs. Cupping her ass, he drove himself inside her, nearly tasting her release on his tongue. Every cell in his body felt alive. His balls tightened, drawing against his body.

  Kissa swirled her tongue over his chest, locked onto a nipple and licked it, her body quivering beneath his with each stroke. She screamed her second release, bucking faster against his every stroke. Her teeth tore at his chest, leaving marks, drawing blood.

  He didn't care at this moment.

  She lapped at the blood hungrily, begging into his chest, "That's it, come in me, my prince!"

  His orgasm hit hard, forcing his seed into her so fast and hard it spilled out and onto her thigh. He gripped her around the waist, held her and slid one arm around her back, pulling her to him; cradling her while he trembled and panted.

  All thought flew from his mind as the orgasm forced his attention to Kissa's body beneath his, her cries having become whimpers to spur him on.

  Embers of Kissa's orgasm forced the last drop of Josef’s from him before their aura turned a deep shade of blue. Her hands caressed his back, stroked his hair and played with the tangles, sending warmth and love through him. Tears stained the backs of his eyes but he refused to shed them, or look at Kissa while he did so.

  A sob escaped and he cursed himself.

  "Shh, my prince. It's okay. Look at me."

  Sweat dripped down his forehead. Joséf refused to open his eyes. "What have I done?” He shook his head.

  Giggling playfully, Kissa wiped his brow with her hand. "Look at me, my prince. I'm completely healed.” Her toes stroked the backs of his calves.

  Opening his eyes, Joséf looked at her nude body beneath his. Every inch of her skin gleamed perfection, as it had when he'd met her, even the places where silver had burned her earlier. Her dark hair against her skin emphasized her paleness. Ruby red lips blew kisses at him.

  He smiled and his heart warmed until he realized she looked like a virginal twenty-year-old who'd just been corrupted.

  "I can read your thoughts. I am not virginal. And I was corrupted long before you came to Hungary.” Her accent came out.

  Joséf laughed. "You cannot read my thoughts."

  She pouted. "No, not yet. When we exchange blood, that will come along."

  "We can't."

  "We must. I already drank from your wounds a moment ago. And earlier. We are mates, Joséf. It is what our kind do. Unlike Lucian, we mate for life."

  "Did you have a previous mate?"

  "No. I was—"

  Joséf pressed two fingers against her lips in understanding. "It's okay. Never again. But why me? Why me when you know I will return to America to be with Livía?"

  "Because your Livía is going through changes. I sense it from here. The bond you two share is loose, but not one I intend to step on. I believe you are the savior of our pack. The savior I've needed. You are home to me. And I shall be home wherever you are."

  That idea seemed ridiculous. How the hell could a fuck-up like him with a huge death wish be home to anyone or anything at all? What changes would Livía be going through? Wouldn't she or Isabella tell him? They were so damned anxious for him to return, as was he. "I don't understand."

  "You are love eternal, Joséf.” Her tone turned serious. "You protected me when nobody else would. You didn't growl at me, or force me to grow up faster than I was supposed to, and you let me be me."

  "That was the past. This is now. You were all grown up before I arrived."

  "True, but right now you're letting me be me. Healer, helper, lover, mate."

  She had him there. The three times now that they'd slept together; the first two times had been for him. He'd let her, reluctantly, because wolves healed that way, as did the undead. Or at least Livía's branch had, Isabella once told him.

  Except that they could never be mates. She had to understand that. "You know I can't be—"

  Two fingers pressed against his mouth, bringing the scent of their sex to his nose. Had he not been so tired, he probably would have fucked Kissa again, gone much slower, spent more time in her.

  Shit.

  Thoughts like those he'd once reserved for Livía.

  She smiled. "Stop. You're doing it again, szeret."

  "Playful little Kissa.” He stroked her hair, caressing lightly over her sweat-covered back. Her breasts crushed against his chest, he leaned in, sealed his lips on hers. It was hard to think; the lesson he'd just been given was heavy. The burden of being a savior was just that, a burden.

  Pulling back, Joséf stared into her eyes. "What if I cannot save you? What if I cannot save the pack, or Livía?"

  "Have faith, my prince."

  Pulling him to her, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

  "Touch me continuously with your heart, and you will be fine. I promise."

  "Kissa…"

  The blue of their combined aura faded away. It was late and tomorrow would be a busy day for both of them. Neither spoke for several minutes, but enjoyed the sound of crickets chirping. A breeze blew around them, and the lush smell of the forest wafted to them. It was definitely different here, much more serene than in busy San Francisco.

  "I need to learn more about being a wolf.” Joséf broke the silence between them.

  "Okay. I haven't forgotten.” Kissa pulled herself out of his arms and stood. Stretched, and put her hands on her hips. "You've got the transformation part down, but what else do you need to know?"

  "I can't call power purposely; I can't talk on the mental pathway when I'm so weak. The power I did pull, I can't duplicate and I don't know where it came from."

  "You did it earlier with Sapporo."

  "Yeah," he laughed. "It scared him.” He sobered then. “I used my rage to call the power. I can’t keep doing that.”

  "Drágám, he is all too aware of who you are as well.”

  He arched a brow. Joséf looked up at her lithe body, swaying from side to side. "What’s behind the calling of power? Where does it come from, and how can I repeat that? I don’t need to be caught off-guard, Kissa.” He got to his feet.

  She nodded. "I can teach you some more. Let's go play first!"

  "Kissa, it's late!"

  "So?” She changed, standing as a wolf before him. Her wide eyes illuminated her face, almost showing the color of the brown coat in the darkness. Come on, chase me. Tail wagging, Kissa took off at a full sprint.

  Groaning, Joséf transformed. Taking off, he stopped when he saw her standing a few yards away.

  Come on. Aren't you gonna catch me, szeretőm?

  Joséf said nothing. Springing into the air, he landed inches from Kissa.

  She laughed loudly in his head.

  A cool breeze blew, ruffling Kissa and Joséf's fur. He looked up; a partially visible moon hung, a brilliant sea green in the sky. Kissa yipped, turned, and ran toward the lake.

  Joséf barked, following after her, increasing his speed as he gained on her. His tongue flopped to one side of his mouth. Rushing through the thick forest invigorated his senses.

  He gained steadily on Kissa, smelling her lusty scent. Hormones, heat and forest, freshness mixed with a heady musk, told him she was still so wet for him, and let him know she wouldn’t be swayed. She loved him. Needed him. Wanted only him. And Livía was not an obstacle. Rather, Kissa was a bonus.

  She turned, dodging a low branch that Joséf smashed into. An apology followed by more laughter echoed through his head. Determined, Joséf narrowed his eyes and continued after her. Power flowing through Joséf's body, energizing him, made his hair stand on end. Kissa's tail flapped just inches away from his muzzle. Leaping, he wouldn't get to her just yet.

  If I catch you, you have to teach me how
to communicate like this as a human.

  Silly, I AM teaching you! Kissa giggled.

  The beautiful sound rolled over his mind and Joséf seemed to forget all other things around them.

  Do you feel the heat warming your body?

  Concentrating, Joséf felt the heat rising through the pads of his paws. It was a different heat than sexual tension and aggressive energy, and this one roamed up through him and spread throughout his body. It touched a part of his mind he hadn't realized was still present. It tickled his ribs, making him laugh for no reason. Still running hard, he followed the sensation as it rushed straight to his head and made him feel loopy.

  That's it. Feel the power spread throughout your body, my prince. Let the heat flow through you, energize you. That's your life force, your healing force. We are fueled by the earth, and the more we stay in contact with the land, especially where we were raised, the stronger we remain.

  Kissa jumped over a tree root he didn't quite dodge. Rolling to his feet, he took off after her again, shaking off the annoyance of minor hurt. He snuffled in distaste at the fact that Kissa didn't stop or slow down.

  Come on, you can't catch me!

  His lips curled up in a smile. The lake came into view.

  Faster, my prince. Run faster, and focus your attention on the path ahead, then remember this feeling, as you'll call upon it to talk mind to mind in human form.

  Pushing himself to run harder, Joséf caught up to Kissa and launched himself at her. Slamming into her smaller body, they hit the ground hard, rolling for several feet until the cold water forced them both into human form.

  Laughing, caressing each other, holding onto each other, Kissa looked into Joséf's eyes.

  He smiled, content to feel that power still coursing through him, while at the same time, glad to be her prince. This power, this energy, her love, would all remain in his mind for years; spur him on, if he didn't end up dead.

  Floating out toward the center of the lake, Joséf wrapped his arms around Kissa. Clinging to him, her wet hair stuck to his broad shoulders. She sniffled, and he realized she was crying.