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permission.”
He could hear teeth gnashing over the line. He knew his assumption that Merinus controlled the strong
men of her family was correct. She was like a tiny general, directing their movements where she was
concerned at all times.
“When you land, there will be a woman awaiting you. She has natural, pure white blond hair and light
gray eyes. Her name is Sherra. She will know who you are, and approach you herself. She will give you
the details of the meeting. Will you abide by this?”
A strange, tense silence filled the line. As though Kane were holding his breath, or his surprise.
* * * * *
“Sherra,” he whispered the name on a sigh that had Callan frowning in confusion. “I’ll watch for her.”
Callan sighed. The brother was no easier to deal with than was the sister.
“Be certain you do,” Callan sighed. “For the sake of your sister’s sanity, Tyler, hold your rage at a
simmer long enough to hear the problems surrounding her. Perhaps you will draw a bit more sympathy
for my position by then.”
The phone disconnected. Callan grinned mirthlessly. He well understood Kane’s problem. Just as Callan
felt sympathy for his plight as Merinus’ brother, unwillingly of course, so too did Kane feel sympathy for
Callan. Though Kane was furious at the suspicions he had regarding the relationship between Merinus
and Callan.
“You two finish consoling yourselves?” The scent of her hit him like a fist to his loins.
She stood in the entrance way once again, a sandwich in one hand, a glass of milk in the other. She
walked over to the couch, her movements graceful, her body tempting in the soft jersey shorts and light
sleeveless T-shirt she wore. Her nipples were hard little points beneath the material; her eyes were dark
with the lust building in her body. And she seemed determined to ignore it, and him as well.
She lifted the remote from the coffee table, scanned the channels quickly, then settled on a blood thirsty
action adventure that set his teeth on edge. He sighed restlessly, dragged his fingers though his hair then
stalked from the room. He would be damned if he would sit there, her scent making him crazy for her,
while she watched television. If she wanted to ignore it, and him, then by God let her have her way. He
would see which of them came crawling first.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Merinus watched Callan stalk the house as she ate. When she lay down on the couch, her thighs
clenched tightly together to try to finish watching the movie, he growled and stalked back to the
bedrooms. She sighed wearily. Her cunt was so hot it felt on fire. She could feel the dampness on her
panties, the slick juices coating her bare cunt flesh.
She was miserable. Empty. So empty she wanted to scream at him to take her, to fill her, to ride her
hard and deep like he had in the forest. That dominance, the rougher sex, the utter loss of control he
displayed only spurred her lust higher. She shivered, remembering his teeth locking onto the sensitive skin
between neck and shoulder, the sharp incisors barely piercing the skin, the sensual pain edging her
pleasure higher. She hated that. Hated knowing that she was so depraved she would enjoy it; that she
needed it again, only hours later.
She shifted her position on the couch, her head cushioned on the pillowed armrest, her thighs pulled up
to her abdomen. Oh God, she hurt. The muscles of her vagina clenched, spasmed. It wept slowly in hot,
pulsing arousal. She bit her lip, her eyes going to where Callan stomped into the kitchen. The refrigerator
opened, a lid popped. He stalked back to the doorway, his gaze heavy lidded, dangerous as he watched
her. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long drink.
“I can smell your scent all through this house,” he growled as he lowered the bottle, now only half full.
“What are you trying to prove by denying us both?”
Merinus felt drowsy, sensual as his eyes went over her. She wanted to roll to her back, spread her legs
and plead. She fought the desire, her muscles tightening as she stared at him, denying herself and him.
He looked so damned sexy standing there. Tall and broad and aroused. His face was tense, his body
taut. The muscles in his abdomen were tight, drawing her gaze to his thighs. Oh man, he was like a
perfect sculpture of some sex god.
“I can’t take the chance,” she whispered, turning her gaze back to a show she had little interest in. “I
won’t conceive—”
“There is little chance of that as of yet.” Callan shook his head. “You are grasping at excuses, Merinus.”
She was, she knew. She was terrified, not of Callan, but of herself. She was terrified of the building
needs, the utter lack of mercy her lust had on her emotions. She couldn’t separate emotional need from