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rigid,
fists clenched, gazes locked for an eternity. David’s nerves
stretched to the breaking point, fear and obsession boiling in his
belly. Then the wind died abruptly and the ground stopped
shaking.
    Henryk’s Vila blinked, nodding to Willa in
calm acceptance. “All right. He is yours. Take him to the
lake.”
    Willa rushed around the other woman, reaching
for David. He clutched at her hand, his fear dying and the full
fury of his need returning the instant his skin met hers. A sense
of peace stole over his mind while urgency raced through his body.
His cock thickened again, his abdominal muscles flickered. Willa
ran a hot hand down his chest, soothing him even as she struck
craving into his bones.
    “Come.”
    As before, he followed her. She led him with
a sweet song and the hold she maintained on his fingers. His head
hazed, all doubts falling away as the scent of her skin filled his
nose, as the heat of her hand filled his palm. Adrenaline lingered,
adding a sharp edge to the pulsing demand in the heavy sac between
his legs, growing more sensitized with every quick step deeper into
the forest.
    “Who was that?” he asked.
    “The leader of us all. She protects us.”
    “My friend Henryk has met her before.” David
shook his head, struggling to think past the sound of her soft hum.
“She killed his friend but let him live. You let me live,
Willa.”
    Sadness washed her features when she looked
back at him. “I let you leave, but you came back. If I let you
leave again, will you return tomorrow?”
    “Yes,” he agreed immediately. “I would come
whenever you asked me to.”
    She closed her eyes as she turned away. “I
didn’t ask you to come tonight, yet you are here.”
    “I needed to see you.”
    Confusion sent a wave of cold to battle the
heat of his need for her. She was there with him, holding his hand
and leading him farther into the woods, but she was sad.
Disappointed in him, even. He couldn’t understand why.
    She tightened her fingers around his. “I know
the stories told of us. We are not monsters. We don’t kill every
traveler through these woods and we don’t call to every man.”
    “Why did you let me live, Willa?”
    She laughed at that, her sorrow chased away
by his genuine bewilderment. “I think you are a good man, a
beautiful man. You let me do what I wished to you and you gave me
great pleasure.”
    “You called to me that night.”
    “I wanted you.” She pulled him to a stop on
the edge of a placid lake, much bigger than the pond where he’d
first seen the swan.
    “What are you, Willa? A nymph, a ghost?”
    She didn’t answer, pressing her mouth to his,
instead. Like magic, his questions disappeared when he felt her
lithe body sink against his own. Delicate hands stroked his skin,
building the banked fires under the surface. He couldn’t hold a
thought when she was so close, holding his senses captive.
    He opened his lips to her, groaning at the
wet heat of her tongue as she invaded. Her kiss claimed him in ways
he never expected, striking like a flint against every desire he
had. She licked and flicked, teasing him as she drew him on,
sucking on his lower lip until a rough gasp tore from his
mouth.
    He wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled
closer, fitting her hips to his and trapping his cock between them.
The softness of her belly impressed the sensitive underside of his
length, whipping at the urgency left behind by his faded fear. He
ran his hands over her back, loving the silk of her hair and skin
as he drove his palms down to catch her bottom, tugging her ever
harder against him.
    His obsession with her wouldn’t let him take
his time. Not like their first meeting, when the night stretched on
forever and pleasure was drawn out until it wrapped every sense and
thickened the air around them. Now he was compelled to have
her.
    He slid his fingers over the curves he found,
indelibly stamping the softness of her on his psyche. Reaching
farther, he found the humid