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made him want to laugh.
She slid awkward fingers into the tight place between his stem and his abdomen. She found niches and
stroked them, wicked sensations tingling from her fingers to heat his blood. When he took her it would be
satisfying, deeply satisfying, and he wouldn't stop after just once.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, widening his legs so she could reach more of him. Her breasts
lay open to the light, lovely and firm and beckoning his mouth.
As much as he wanted her to play with him, he wanted to explore her too. He propped himself on his
elbow, and while she continued to stroke him, he brushed his tongue around her aureole, suckling it to
make it dark and tight.
His temperature rose as her fingers continued dancing on his shaft. He balled his hand in the bedcovers
as she found a bead of moisture in his slit and smoothed it across his tip. He was going to climax just
from her touching him. Ferrin would laugh. Adrian, the mighty warrior. Always in perfect control.
Amber smiled up at him, eyes languid. "Thank you for rescuing me."
He clenched his teeth against the climax rising to takehim and answered thickly. "I always enjoy sticking
a sword through a demon."
"I'm sorry he got away."
"I'll find him," he promised. "And make him answer questions." He groaned, fighting off his climax as
Amber's hand tightened on his shaft.
"I'd like him to answer one question," she said in a hard voice.
 Adrian eased her fingers open a little. "Remind me not to piss you off. You have a dangerous grip."
"Sorry." She gentled her touch, and her gaze turned thoughtful. "If you were born in the time of the first
Egyptian dynasties, how is it you speak modern English slang?"
"Because you wouldn't understand me if I spoke ancient Egyptian," he said. "Phrases haven't changed
much in six thousand years. We fall back on the very basics when it's most important."
"Are things important now?"
"Meeting you is one of the most important things that's happened in a long, long time. I don't know
exactly why it will be important, but it is."
Her brown-gold gaze studied him as though she wanted to penetrate his defenses and see all the way
inside him. He couldn't let her, not yet. What he was could hurt her, and the last thing he wanted to do to
this innocence was hurt it.
He gently nudged her mind to not want to wonder about him, and she let her eyes drift closed. She
continued to skim her fingers over his cock, and Adrian lay back and let himself enjoy the feel of what
she did to him.
The urge to climax eased, but the excitement didn't cease. He moved his hips, letting his shaft slide
through her grip. She made a little noise of satisfaction, as if what they were doing made her feel good
too.
He wanted to take her. He saw no reason not to-they were alone on her bed, no one to answer to,
nowhere to go. He could satisfy himself deep within her and bringher to climax again and again, letting his
sorrow fadeaway in the sultry night.
She looked straight at him, and he knew she wanted it too. The tingling excitement of strangers
choosing to have sex, except he felt somehow that he'd known her always.
On his arm, Ferrin suddenly morphed to his snakeform and slithered across the bed. He touched
Amber on the way, and she jerked, losing her hold on Adrian. "I wish he wouldn't do that."
Ferrin faced the window and reared up, his hoodflaring.
 "What is it, my friend?" Adrian asked, coming alert.
Ferrin swayed, his black eyes fixed on the window. By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked
this way comes.
"You don't have thumbs," Adrian quipped, but he rolled away from Amber and zipped up his jeans.
Amber pulled her nightshirt closed, as watchful as Adrian.
"It might just be Sabina," she suggested. "She said she'd be prowling."
"No." Adrian felt the surge of death magic, the sudden draining of light and hope and anything worth
living for. "It's not a werewolf."
Ferrin hissed again, his body rigid. Demon, he announced, and then all hell broke loose.
Wind exploded through the bedroom, strong as a tornado, picking up books, trinkets, papers, candles,
and ornaments and hurling them through the air. The bed shook and started to rise, the furniture coming
off the floor. A blackness rose with the wind, twining through the debris like it wove a net to strangle
them.
Adrian grabbed Amber and rolled with her to the floor behind the bed, protecting her with his body
and hoping the bed didn't leap up and land on top of them. Ferrin slithered past him, the snake's body
cool and rigid.
A chair smashed into the wall, raining splinters onto Adrian's bare back, stinging his flesh. Amber
huddled under him, but she wasn't crying or fearful-her golden-brown eyes snapped in rage. "This house
is warded. How can death magic get in?"
"He rode the vision back with us. I brought him in." Adrian ducked suddenly to shield her-as a shel
fload of books sailed over and fell on top of him.
"But even going between, the wards should hold against death magic," Amber shouted over the noise.
"Not after your sister let some in."
The whirlwind picked up crystals and smashed the magainst the mirror above her dresser. Shards of
glass slashed around the room, as deadly as bullets, cutting Adrian's skin. One splinter got past him, and
blood blossomed on Amber's cheek.
 Adrian's rage flared. He flung himself to his feet, dodging the lamp that came flying at him at a hundred
miles an hour. Ferrin slithered under the bed. Coward.
Adrian spread his arms and bellowed an ancient word of command, his voice ringing over the
commotion and the howling of the unnatural wind. The sound roared out of his mouth, filled with his rage.
It was a word of power he rarely used, one from the dawn of time that hadn't been heard in the world in
thousands of years. It was dangerous, telling the unseen things of the world exactly what he was and
where he was.
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