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“Please make me feel good and come for me."
    It wasn't long before she began to shake, and her hot channel began to clench around his finger. His mouth stole her cries, and he held her close as her slender body jerked. Slowly, he eased his fingers out from her center and away from her clit. He put them in his mouth.
    “You taste so beautiful, ma chéri, ” he rumbled. “Soon I will put my mouth on you and drink as your juice flows onto my tongue.” She hid her face against his chest in embarrassment.
    “Don't hide from me, mon amour . I must see you and know how you feel.” He turned her face to his. “You shouldn't feel embarrassed by what we do in passion. You are trés, trés belle to me."
    She looked up at him. “I've never even kissed a man—or a boy—on the lips before,” she confessed. “I can't help feeling self-conscious."
    “Oh, ma chéri , you don't know what you give me,” he groaned. He was definitely king of the world. He could have come just from what she'd told him. His! She was his, and his alone!
    When he'd led her outside, War had not intended to touch her as he had. Driven purely by instinct, he had been compelled to imprint himself on her somehow. He supposed that it was a good thing that he hadn't thrown her down and taken her in the bushes.
    He tilted her face up and held her head in one hand. He began to kiss her brow, her cheeks, her eyes, finally, her mouth.
    “Promise me, chéri, ” he growled, “promise you'll let no one else touch you. Promise!” he demanded.
    “I promise,” she whispered. He straightened her dress.
    “We should go in. I just want to take you home with me. Guess we should go back.” Both were silent as they returned to the gathering. Soon after that, Renaud took her home. War left right after they did.
    * * * *
    Lorelei was completely taken aback by her interlude with the Sheriff. As he escorted her back to the gathering, her mind was abuzz. Promising to let no one else touch her had seemed superfluous. He had been the first man to ever touch her and there didn't seem to be a line forming behind him.
    She knew about sex, of course. She read about it, sometimes. She'd read scientific studies, romantic tales, erotic stories, even things that had been classified as pornography.
    The truth was, she'd even touched herself where the Sheriff had touched her. That had never felt like he'd just made her feel.
    Throughout her isolated life, she'd wished she could date and spend time with a man. Like most young women, she had wanted romance. The problem was, when she did have time for it, something catastrophic usually came up.
    Now, at twenty-one years old, she couldn't really afford to think about romance. She and her brother were being hunted by the people who had held her father hostage for most of his life. Their goal was to breed Lorelei and her brother with each other and with other people.
    Sex just hadn't intrigued her as much after she began to understand the reality of her situation. Of course, Sheriff Warrick Martine cast a different light on things altogether.
    She hoped he didn't think she was easy. On the other hand, maybe that would be for the best, too. How she wished she could talk to her brother about this one...
    * * * *
    Renaud had been dancing with Zierra, his on again-off again, almost-girlfriend, when his medallion had flashed and zapped him. He knew that meant that his sister had been hurt somehow.
    He enjoyed holding Zierra in his arms, especially when she was quiet. Zierra being quiet was a rare thing indeed, he thought with a sigh. In fact, he knew he was about to get an earful.
    When Lorelei needed him, he dropped whatever he was doing and went to her. She did the same for him. Dancing with Zierra was nice but if Lorelei was hurt, he didn't have time to be nice.
    Academically, Renaud could understand how upsetting it must be for a woman to be abandoned in the middle of a dance. Zierra was pretty spoiled, though. It wouldn't hurt her to have