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“Aye.” Something flickered through his dark gray eyes, shadowing them black for a moment, and Julianne knew it was his beast, which didn’t remember anything. It had come after, long after, the two of them.

We’ve done this before now.

He grunted as he dragged her up onto her knees, and clamped an arm around her waist as he lifted her over his cock. Before he could do more Julianne came down over him, sliding his shaft into her body as if he had always been part of her there. Something flashed inside her, bright and hot and yet black and white, a memory of something she had never done with him, and yet had always done.

“Co-chèilidh,” he whispered against her ear.

The old endearment made Julianne laugh out loud. “Bràmair.”

Maybe he understood the words, or she did, but none of that mattered now. Shaw had impaled her with his big, deliciously hard cock, and things she’d never before experienced began flooding through her, as if he were pumping her full of magic. He started thrusting, softly and slowly at first as he murmured wicked words against her ear. He told her how he loved being inside her, and what more he wanted to do to her. He had the sweetest, hottest, most wonderful sex ideas she’d ever heard. They were never going to sleep again, she thought, her breasts bouncing as he shafted her harder and faster. When he brought up his hands to cup her breasts she nearly screamed with delight.

“Why call me thus?” Shaw muttered, rubbing his face in her damp hair.

“I didn’t,” Julianne said, panting as she helped him go deeper by thrusting down as he pumped up into her. His sweat dripped on to her and streaked down over his hands on her breasts, and smelled so good on her skin she wanted to rub her face against herself. “I don’t even know what that word means.”

“’Tis an old word for lover.” He pressed her forward, covering her with his body and plunging into her so deeply he sent a shockwave of sensation through her belly and into her breasts.

Against her back something like cold and hot writhed, and poured under her arm to encircle her left breast. She thought it was just her own nerves, and then it sank into her skin like ice on fire. That flung her into so much dark delight Julianne clenched around Shaw’s cock, squeezing him until he jetted into her core.

Beauty. Such beauty.

The voice that said that inside her head sounded impossibly deep and rasped the words with a faint metallic edge. It ran through her body, pouring into her wet pussy and sending her into a mind-melting second orgasm.

Suddenly there were stars and shadows and moonlight whirling around them as they danced together in a place without sound or form. Julianne clung to Shaw for dear life, so turned on she could hardly breathe. He was inside her, and so was the other, and it was like nothing she’d ever experienced. He put his mouth to hers, kissing her with reverence this time, as if she’d worn the pretty dress for him and he’d ringed her.

‘Til death do us part, Julianne thought, completely dazzled.

Shaw drew back and looked into her eyes, his own a swirl of gray and black. Never shall we die, my golden beauty.

All around them something like mirrors appeared, dozens and then hundreds of them, arranged like dominoes about to fall. Each one reflected her and Shaw entwined, but there was something wrong with each image. The clothes they wore ranged from furs and rags to glittering silks crusted with jewels. In the one closest to them she had black hair piled high atop her head behind a crown, and Shaw was a golden blonde man painted all over and on a chained leash like a pet. In the mirror beside that one they both had red-gold hair and tattooed faces, and wore furs like cave people. A third showed them both as silver-haired old women in dark robes; the one next to it displayed how they would both look as pale-eyed, brown-skinned boys who only wore skirts woven from leaves.

They’re all us. She could see something of herself and Shaw in the people in each mirror. Why are they all so different?

She then fell back to earth, hearing the sounds he made blended with her own keening gasps, and then they collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling badly.

“Shaw.” She could only get out that much, and wondered if one or both of her lungs had collapsed. They didn’t seem to be working right.

“Aye.” His chest heaved against her shoulders, telling her he had the same problem. “I ken.” He took hold of her hands with his, and pressed a damp kiss on the curve of her neck.

Julianne’s body responded with another deep, warm glow that washed over every inch of her except one spot under her left breast. That hurt a little, almost like she’d bruised a rib. When she gingerly touched the place the same icy-hot sensation as before flared up, but now it seemed to be coming from underneath her skin.

What the heck had happened to her? she thought, her eyes so heavy now she could barely keep them open.

Sleep, my beauty, the beast purred inside her head. On the morrow shall you ken you belong to us.

Chapter Eight

As Duncan rarely carried any sizeable weapons, he went to the garrison armory to retrieve a spear, a long sword and some throwing daggers. The blades weighed heavily in his hands, but he would need them once he entered the Stone Forest. For protection he wrapped a leather brace around his throat, and shrugged into a well-padded sparring coat that would prove too thick for the wee monster to bite through to reach his flesh.

Unless he attacks my face, and tears away my lips, nose and ears. He grabbed a helm with a grate he could see through, and buckled it onto his head.

“You cannae wish spar wearing all that,” a cold voice drawled from behind him. “What do you intend fight, Healer?”

He sighed and faced Nyall. “A Fae egg fell out of my nulling cabinet and hatched in the infirmary. The spawn demanded a bairn before fleeing the stronghold.”

The captain added another sword to his belt and pulled on a heavy leather cloak. “What manner of spawn?”

“I cannae tell you. The egg, ’twas gold, but the magic bronze and amber.” He shook his head as Nyall picked up a huge mace. “You cannae destroy such imps by smashing them. Each piece grows into a new imp within moments, creating an army of them.” He pocketed a firesteel. “Burning, ’tis the only sure method. You neednae come.”