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As she sat down and Negal joined her, Gilbert sat across from them on an armchair.
"Here is what I'm going to do," Negal said. "I'm going to thrall you to relax and focus entirely on Gilbert. You will be dimly aware of my presence, but you will not be disturbed by it in any way. I'll be like a distant thought in your mind. Sound good?"
When Karen nodded, Negal looked into her eyes for a few moments, and when he was done, she pushed to her feet, cast Gilbert a seductive smile, and walked into their bedroom.
"I really need to learn how to do this," Gilbert murmured as he took her place on the couch.
"I'm going to do exactly the same to you," Negal said. "Ready?"
"One moment." Gilbert lifted his hand. "Before I forget that you are here, I wanted to ask if you would like to use the other bedroom or stay here in the living room."
"It doesn't make a difference to me. What's your preference?"
"The living room, if you don't mind. My children sleep in the other bedroom. I tidied it up, but I didn't have time to change the bedding."
"No need to go to all that trouble. This is going to be over very quickly."
"Thank you. You're making it all remarkably easy for us."
The god grinned. "I'm glad. Now, look into my eyes."
One moment, Gilbert was aware of looking into Negal's eyes, and the next, he was confused and didn't know where he was or what he was about to do. After shaking off the momentary fugue, he remembered Karen's seductive, come-hither smile. She had put on a sexy nightgown for him, and he couldn't wait to take it off her.
Something in the back of his mind reminded him that the nightgown had to stay on, but he couldn't remember why.
Oh, well. He could work with that.
Pushing to his feet, he turned toward the bedroom.
He found Karen sitting on the bed with her arms spread to the sides, her hands braced on the mattress, and her legs crossed under the long skirt of her nightgown.
"Hi, handsome," she greeted him with a throaty lilt in her tone. "I've been waiting for you."
As Gilbert's erection tented his nylon pants, Karen laughed and beckoned him forward. "I see that someone is eager to say hello."
Negal
Negal took the syringe he'd prepared ahead of time out of his pocket and put it on the coffee table. He didn't know how long his blood would remain viable after extraction, which meant that he had to do it at the last moment before biting Karen.
It wasn't going to be easy to do that when he was about to shoot his load, but he was determined to give the mother of five the best chance of survival he could.
Removing his tux jacket, he hung it on the back of a dining chair and sat on the couch in the living room. Next, he yanked the bowtie off and popped open several buttons of his shirt.
He leaned back and let his thoughts drift back to Anumati and the many goddesses he had bedded. Not all of them had stuck in his memory, but he remembered a select few who could get him excited just by thinking about them.
There had been overwhelming passion and vigor in those most memorable encounters, and yet he had never felt fully satisfied. He'd come close a few times with Evanitta, the one goddesswhom he had hoped to mate, but even she had been distant. There had been no true intimacy between them, and their connection had been primarily physical.
If not for the great works of art in film and literature depicting fated love and the unbreakable bond between fated mates, Negal wouldn't have known that anything was missing. Perhaps he would have been satisfied with the physical pleasure and never missed the melding of the souls he'd witnessed so rarely among his acquaintances.
On Earth, though, his experiences had been different.
Earth had been a revelation to him, showing him facets of intimacy and relationships that were absent in his life back home.
Even though human women couldn't possibly match the physical perfection of goddesses or keep up with his stamina, they compensated by being livelier, for lack of a better term, or perhaps more playful and less stifling.
There was something to be said for shorter lifespans.
Negal had memorized the names of those who had left a strong impression on him, and he rifled through the archives in his mind for an exciting memory to get him aroused and ready to deliver the bite.
