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lost her males. Abandoned them. Another sob wrenched from her and then it was as if her climax was exploding the huge protective walls she’d built around her. Wave after black wave, the pleasure released the demons she held deep inside. Other emotions rose to the surface. Emotions buried so deep, she’d almost forgotten them.
    Realization.
    Wonder.
    Knowledge.
    She was female. She was vampire.
    In her quest for freedom she had denied herself love. Starved herself of sex. Deprived herself, period.
    The beautiful orgasm subsided, leaving her gasping for air. It left her weak and wondering if she would ever recover from the devastation of what she had denied herself. Wondered if she could ever repair the damage. Should she even dare?
     
    * * * * *
     
    “She went through something, didn’t she?” Paul asked a while later as they sat in the next room and watched through the two-way mirror as Matilda slept peacefully on the massage bed. After she climaxed that last time, her wrenching cries had frightened them and they’d cradled her in their arms, comforting her while she’d sobbed. Then afterward, when her demons were released, she’d fallen asleep and they’d eased her weakened body onto the bed, covering her with the sheets.
    “Yes, I felt it too,” John admitted. Something had shifted inside her. Something hard and cold, and it had escaped. Leaving her emotional and vulnerable. Leaving him feeling protective of her. So protective that it literally hurt. He could feel similar feelings sweeping through his brother. Powerful and raw.
    “It seemed as if something black had risen from deep within her and she was able to release it. I couldn’t read her body signals because her walls came up before I even had a chance to go inside her mind,” Paul replied and continued the conversation through their mind link.
    She dropped that protective emotional shield several times during her orgasms and the shield came right up again afterward. I caught glimpses of immense pain and guilt at leaving us the way she did.
    Yes , came his brother’s hoarse reply.
    Recently they’d reconnected their mind link with her again. But until today it had only worked while she slept. Today, he’d caught glimpses of her thoughts, while she was awake. John had felt it too.
    On the massage table, beneath the sheets they’d draped over her after her last fantastic orgasm, they watched Matilda shift uneasily.
    Paul tensed as her lips parted. Through the intercom, they heard her whimper. She was in dream stage. Within a second he connected to her and suddenly wished he hadn’t.
    Mati was in the grips of one of her nightmares. A bad memory from her time as a blood slave. He’d observed many of these memories and knew it consisted of her need for freedom. Knew her craving for freedom was one of the reasons she had left them so suddenly in Venice.
    But he had no idea how to fix her.
    We should jump in now. Stop the dream. Have mind sex with her and comfort her, his brother urged. His pain and anguish at her suffering ripped through him like shards of glass. Usually Gio was the strong one but his will was crumbling. Paolo realized this time he would have to be the tough one.
    No, we agreed. No more mind sex. Not even to stop her suffering. She needs to deal with this on her own.
    It killed him to think those words, but they had argued these points extensively. They could not let their need to protect her interfere with her horrible past.
    I hate this, Gio. I really hate to see her suffer so.
    Me too, brother. Me too.
    If he could, he would use his memory-vanquishing powers on her and erase all her memories she’d experienced as a slave. He also knew if he did that, he would erase the female they both loved.
    She needed to figure out if she wanted to keep the shackles of her past or if she wanted to rip them off and free herself to love them once and for all.

Chapter Four
     
    “Have you learned your lesson, slave?” The master torturer’s