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Marc’s head came up and nestled in her neck as Dmitri nuzzled the other side.
    As an even bigger climax approached, she felt both men’s
fangs against her throat, one on each side. They struck simultaneously,
launching her into the greatest pleasure she’d ever known.
    The bites didn’t hurt. They stung for a flash and then
carnal heat suffused her being, rocking her world and making her scream. She
felt them come inside her, exploding with warmth and groans of masculine
satisfaction that rumbled against the tender skin of her throat as they
continued to feed.
    She felt like a goddess, a giver of life. She wanted to make
them feel good and sated. She wanted them to feel the love in her heart. Or
rather—she wanted Marc to feel the love she held for him alone, the willingness
to follow anywhere he led, even into a ménage with his good friend, Dmitri.
    She liked Dmitri, but she loved Marc. It was both the most
fulfilling and the most frightening realization she’d ever had.
    “I love you, Marc,” she whispered as oblivion claimed her.
It was only a dream, so she could say what was in her heart without fear of
consequences. For this one moment out of time, in the privacy of her mind, she
could speak freely, knowing she could never say it in the real world.
    She felt his arms tighten around her as she drifted away,
satisfied as she’d never been, her body and soul humming with the glow of
ultimate satisfaction.

Chapter Seven
    Marc heard her words and they shocked him out of the
dreamstate. He woke abruptly in his room below ground, filled with the weakness
that struck him during the daylight hours, but he remembered everything about
the shared dream.
    Kelly had said she loved him.
    He hadn’t dared hope she was harboring feelings for him, but
now that he’d heard the heartbreaking words from her lips—even if just in a
dream—he grew afraid for the first time in many long years. He didn’t want the
love of a mortal woman. He really didn’t want to become involved with a
creature that would grow old and die, and leave him alone again. He’d done it
in the past, and each time he’d lost another piece of his heart. He’d steered
clear of emotional commitments for decades and though Kelly called to him as no
other had in a long time, he would steer clear of her as well.
    If he could.
    Marc was honest enough with himself to know the attraction
between them might be too hard to fight, but he’d do his best. He’d fulfilled a
fantasy. He’d trespassed in her dream and taken her like a savage with Dmitri’s
help. That should hold him for a while. From this moment on, he would avoid
being alone with her as much as possible. It would be better for both of them.
    Marc was resolved, but somewhere in the back of his mind he
wondered how long he could hold out. Kelly called to him in a way no woman ever
had. He’d do his damndest to stay away, but he feared he was too weak to
accomplish that goal for long. Still, he had to try. For her sake, and his own.
     
    Dmitri went back to his territory that night, and Marc did
his best to avoid Kelly. He enlisted Ian’s aid in keeping tabs on the woman,
preferring to man the electronic monitors that spied on her when she didn’t
know it.
    He bedeviled himself watching her working alone in the large
office while Atticus and Lissa were off playing lover’s games. Ian was a
constant presence, annoying but faithful, doing the job Marc had tasked him
with to protect Kelly. A silent shadow, Ian’s stealthy presence acted as a
check on Marc’s nearly uncontrollable impulses. Everything in him wanted to go
to her and take her in the flesh, but he was a civilized being—for the most
part.
    He could at least be civilized about this. He was a guest in
Atticus’s home. He would abide by Atticus’s rules. And he would go to any
length to protect Kelly from the gruesome fate Lissa had foreseen, even if that
meant cutting himself off from Kelly completely.
    He limited the time