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  She laid her head above his heart; her heavy breathing brushed her breasts against his chest. "I can't believe you're here." Shivers wracked her body.

  An image of Miranda superimposed itself over her face when he met Fiona's eyes. "I had to come home. I had to be with you."

  The ghost-image frowned and then dissipated. Fiona stared at him with love and innocent trust. It could've been a memory or Miranda's spirit warning him. Either way, he'd made his decision a long time ago.

  He slid his hands under her shirt and lifted it over her head. She wore no bra under the soft cotton night clothes. Light danced across her breasts from the flickering gas lamp. He cupped her breast with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other, pulling their bodies together.

  Intent on a fast coupling, he guided her backward with distracting kisses until they reached the bed. Her eyes widened as he tipped her onto the bedspread. He lay on top of her, his erection firmly between her legs. He brushed away the hair blocking her eyes. "Hi, honey."

  She laughed. The sound tinkled like bells above the pounding rain. "Hi back. I've missed you. Missed this."

  He pushed himself upright. "Let's see if I can't remind you why you wait around for me." He yanked on her shorts, the material sliding easily against her skin. She lay naked before him, an inner glow emanated from her skin.

  "Someone appears to be over dressed," Fiona said, sitting up.

  "Want me to strip for you?" he asked, even if it was out of character for the real Lance.

  Lightning flashed and thunder shook the house. Fiona pulled her knees up and rocked with her arms around them.

  Pale skin showed all the warmth had leeched from her body. He wrapped her within his arms, despite his frustration at the sudden delay. "Shhh. It'll be all right."

  "I know it's a silly fear," she mumbled.

  He lifted her head with his fingers. "It isn't silly. Fear is an instinctive emotion. It's meant to keep you alive. To give you the chance to escape danger, to survive." And an instinctive part of her might've recognized him as a greater threat than the storm.

  He kissed her gently, weaving tiny threads of tranquility between them. The invisible cords sunk into her skin. While passion opened the door, the connection created in lust dispersed quickly. But the bonds crafted from the softer, sweeter moments lasted forever.

  More thunder crashed around them. The storm reached its peak as lightning flashed in a strobe effect.

  She whimpered and clung to him.

  "Shhh," he whispered. "Nothing will get you. I'm here."

  "Distract me." Her voice quivered.

  He stood and brought her up with him. "Will you do whatever I ask? Even if you don't think you'll like it."

  His inner beast shoved against the restraints he imposed. Impatient to drink her essence, it wanted to force her submission. "Patience. She'll taste sweeter when she comes of her own volition."

  Windows rattled and the attic creaked as the wind blew harder. She bit her lower lip and nodded.

  "Say it. I want you to acknowledge who's in control."

  "I'll do whatever you ask," she stammered, a not-so-sure look on her face.

  To ease her anxiety, he toed off his shoes and commanded, "Remove my shirt."

  Her hand trembled as she bunched the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it. She stretched to pull it over his head but she couldn't resist tracing the outline of his muscled abs with one hand. And nearly choked him as she awkwardly twisted and yanked the t-shirt off. She refused to meet his eyes. He wanted to engage the aggressive woman she'd been earlier.

  "Good girl." He kissed her lips and reveled in her radiant smile. Her breasts thrust forward as she stood straighter. He cupped her face with both hands. "Tonight I want you to forget about the storm. Forget about everything but pleasing me."

  His thumbs traced her plump lips. "I want your entire focus on me. Can you do this?" He held her gaze and willed her to accept him. "For me?"

  Determination replaced the last trace of fear in her eyes. "I can do this. For you."

  "Perfect." He removed the last of his clothes, revealing his hard cock. He pulled her close and kissed her, this time gently sucking on her tongue. Her head fell back when he broke the kiss and trailed tiny kisses down the column of her neck.

  Until he reached the center of her throat and licked the taste of airy, vanilla spun-sugar from her skin. Her moan of desire caused his incubus soul to purr in satisfaction.

  "On your knees," he ordered.

  Her head snapped up, and for a second he thought she would balk. They stared at each other, but slowly her knees bent and she sank to the floor. His cock twitched as she looked at it with child-like innocence.

  "Wrap your hand around it."

  She hesitantly touched his cock. He wrapped his long fingers about her hand and showed her how to pump a man. Next he taught her to grab his balls, not something he'd thought he'd ever need to teach a woman.

  He gasped as her fingers traced his cock head.

  "You liked that."

  "Very much." He petted her head. "Now, take me into your mouth."

  "I don't thi…"

  "You promised." His voice was a harsh rasp. "Anything I asked."

  She nodded and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Her tentative touch enflamed his driving need to possess her. He couldn't bear sweet right now. He grabbed his cock and then pressed the tip against her mouth. She licked off the drop of moisture, and he wanted to shove all the way into her mouth. But he restrained himself and let her set the pace.

  She sucked him into her warm mouth, and he became lightheaded. Her teeth scraped his skin, and he hardened even more. A bit of pain added to the excitement. Wrapping both hands around her head, he guided her back and forth, increasing the tempo until he exploded into her mouth.

  "Swallow it all, darling." His knees buckled and he dropped to the floor drained of all energy, as if she'd sucked what remained of his soul from his body. He wrapped her in his arms and rested his chin on top of her head.

  Yet the dark spirit within him gloried in the knowledge his semen would activate her Harmonian breeding instinct.

  He helped her climb onto the bed and they lay side by side, her head nestled upon his shoulder. He portrayed the loving husband, but impatience seared his blood.

  With his eyes closed, the thumping of his heart beat to quickly and time stretched until minutes passed like hours. Patience, derived from centuries of searching, provided him the control necessary to wait for her to take the lead.

  She rolled onto her side and traced the length of his cock. It jerked in response and he rested his hand on her ass.

  "Think you can handle round two?" she asked, her eyes glazed behind half-lidded eyes.

  "Why don't you climb aboard and find out?"

  She held back a moment before straddling his chest, her hands gliding across his well-toned abs. A self-satisfied smile lit her face as she regarded him.

  He savored the sugary waves of lust emanating from her, a rich, caramel flavor indicative of those corrupted from the purest light. Even better that she didn't realize what was about to happen.

  He twirled a finger around one rosy nipple. "Would you like me to suck on this, my lady?"

  "You may," she answered in a haughty tone.

  "Then lean down here."

  Her head leaned back and she laughed. "Make me."

  He placed his hands on her back and, with steady pressure, urged her forward. Her full mounds swung in the air until he captured one in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the hardened peak while his incisors lengthened into sharp, tiny, dagger-like points.

  He bit down, breaking the flesh on either side of the nipple. Her cry of pain changed to ecstasy as he sucked on the wound, ingesting small droplets of blood. Her body quivered in completion and bands of carnal desire wrapped around them so tight only a mating bond could separate her from him.

  "Want more?" he asked.

  "Yesss," she slurred. Bright, r
ed blood filled her irises and her skin glowed a pale moonlight white. A side effect of his bite, her first orgasm would burn away the toxins.

  He slid her hips down his chest until the tip of his cock touched the warmth of her center.

  "Someone's been a bad, bad boy."

  "You have no idea. Want to learn to be a bad girl?" He teased them both, rubbing her against his length.

  "Yes, I want to be your bad girl."

  "Take me. Ride me."

  They had a few miscues, but eventually she seated herself. He stretched her as they adjusted to the unfamiliar position. With his hands on her hips, he guided her into a rhythm. He sucked in her essence as she gloried in the sexual freedom he gave her, her untapped energy flowing endlessly. The house creaked as he poured excess power through it and into his reserves in Rhira.

  She blindly fed him the key to controlling her.

  He slammed into her, his thumbs stroking her nubbin, enhancing the stimulation. Her muscles clenched his shaft and his seed burst forth, drenching her womb. She collapsed on top of him, their chests heaving. He placed a kiss on top of her head. "Thank you."

  She murmured, "You're welcome." Her eyes closed and her breath steadied as she fell asleep.

  He slipped from the bed, picked up his clothes, and quietly left the room. She would remember Lance closing the door and remain oblivious to the vows she broke.

  *****

  Downstairs, Cassandra stopped him.

  "Lance discovered Rachel's pregnancy. He cut ties with them and came home." She looked like the cat who found a stash of cream. "I spelled him asleep in the kitchen."

  He glanced upstairs. "I'd hoped for more time, but tonight should have been enough." A pang of disappointment clenched his heart for a moment before the flame of revenge swept through.

  "Can I take him now? I'm tired of waiting."

  He prowled around her to examine her wings. He stroked the soft feathers. A thin sheen of mucus coated his finger. "Almost. We can wait till he discovers her condition. You should be mature enough to lose them then."

  Her petulant expression reminded him how young this daughter was. But like so many others, she couldn't wait to be on her own.

  "Go. Watch over Lance."

  She could keep herself occupied by invading his dreams. Philip would do the same with Fiona. Now that Lance was back in the house, he couldn't risk another physical manifestation. But with the ties binding them, he could use his skills to satisfy her carnal fantasies.

  Chapter Four

  "What is this?" Lance demanded, holding out the pregnancy test stick.

  Philip smiled as he watched the scene he'd been waiting for play out. When Fiona had her period last month, he'd been afraid his plan had failed. But patience brings its own reward.

  "It's a pregnancy test," Fiona replied. A silent 'duh' hung in the air as their marriage splintered under the stress of secrets.

  "How can it be positive? Who have you been seeing?" Lance's face turned a molted red.

  Fiona threw up her arms. "You've been utterly unbearable since we moved into this house. You're the only person I've ever slept with."

  He grabbed her shoulders. "We haven't slept together in three months."

  She tore out of his grasp, crossed the room, and put a tattered green recliner between them. "Two months ago during that thunderstorm, you came home early. We had a wonderful night together."

  "I remember. It was late and I fell asleep at the kitchen table. We never had sex."

  She shook her head in denial. "How could you forget that night?" Pink tinged her cheeks. "I did things for you I never thought I'd do."

  His eyes narrowed into slits. "It wasn't me." He grabbed her shoulders and yelled in her face, "Who is he?"

  Water pooled in her eyes, "I've been with no one but you." She backed away from her husband, her body shaking. "Why can't you remember?" she pleaded.

  "What did you do for him?" Lance demanded through clenched teeth and fisted hands. Menace poured off him in waves.

  Phillip couldn't take the chance the other man would physically harm Fiona and the baby. Time to complete his mission before the threads connecting this world to Rhira broke. The house was becoming too stable, too grounded in this reality.

  Materializing in the room next to Fiona, he said, "I can explain."

  Fiona inched away from him, her gaze switching between Lance and himself. Her eyes wide open like bottomless pools of water.

  Phillip wrapped an arm around her waist. Using the bond forged between them earlier, he calmed her hysteria and made her more pliable to his will.

  Quick to recover from Phillip's unexpected entrance, Lance demanded, "Release my wife."

  Philip laughed. "You should have made a more thorough investigation into the inheritance. The place belongs to me." He trailed his hands through Fiona's hair. "And now so does she."

  "Take your hands off her." Lance's voice sounded petulant instead of threatening.

  "I love the silkiness of her skin." Phillip trailed his fingers down her arm.

  A burst of pain broke his concentration as Fiona cried, "No." She shook her head side to side and tried to break away from his grasp.

  "Now, now my dear," he said, interlocking their hands together.

  Caught off guard by her ability to resist him despite her untrained status, Phillip shoved raw power through the bond and overwhelmed her consciousness. She became his puppet, forced to do anything he asked. A tinge of guilt caused him to hesitate but the incubus's dark power washed away the thought. He had plans and nothing would prevent him from taking her to Rhira with his child.

  Leading her to stand in front of him with her back to Lance, Phillip taunted, "Let me prove my possession. I love the sensation of her mouth around my cock."

  "She doesn't do that."

  "Fiona, on your knees." Philip smiled as she gracefully dropped to the floor, her mouth close to his hardening member. "Undress me and play like I taught you."

  While her body responded to his commands, Fiona's spirit fought against the walls he'd woven to contain her. A bright flame feeding him each time she struck the threads. When the walls came down, she'd be consumed by emotion.

  He stroked her hair and smirked at her husband. "Such a good girl." He turned so Lance saw Fiona's through work on him. "That's right, she's never done this for you."

  Years spent teaching succubae to please a man allowed him to remain unmoved by her attentions. He focused on pitting husband and wife against each other, on heightening their emotions.

  He slid his cock from her mouth and pulled on pants. Reaching down, he helped Fiona stand and turned her to face her husband. "Did you know your husband likes to watch women with other men?"

  She stared at the noticeable bulge in Lance's pants.

  "Maybe if you'd spent less time impregnating Rachel and paid attention to your wife, you could have had the same experience."

  Lance's face leached of color.

  Fiona asked, "What's he talking about Lance?"

  Resentment bloomed as she stared at her husband. Philip absorbed the emotional currents, multiplied them, and fed them to Fiona through their bond. Inflamed the anger building inside her.

  "Yes Lance, explain how Rachel's three children are yours. How you've lied to your wife so you could sleep with her best friend. Tell her how you prefer another woman."

  "I…"

  Philip nodded to Cassandra hiding in the shadows. His daughter, covered only in wing feathers, approached Lance and kissed him. Her saliva drugged and enticed him to kiss more deeply. To lose himself in her embrace, despite his irate wife's gaze.

  Cassandra led him to stand in front of the fire where she undressed him as he stood anticipating her commands. She dropped to the floor, her wings dragging against the hardwood surface. They swished back and forth as she sucked him.

  Philip massaged Fiona's neck, ensuring his control over her. She continued to resist his powers.

  "You might as well give in," h
e whispered. "You'll do everything I say. Maybe even enjoy it."

  She turned her head to him; her pale green eyes glowed from within. "I will never enjoy anything you make me do."

  He laughed and accepted the challenge. Stepping in front of her, he trailed a finger from her neck down her chest within the V of her shirt. Licking his lips, he stared into her eyes as he cupped a breast unencumbered by a bra. Moving the shirt fabric out of the way, he blew on her nipple, pleased as it puckered. He drew the peak into his mouth, his tongue played across the hardened flesh, and as a final torture, he plucked at the ties between them, forcing her to crave his touch.

  Just before she orgasmed he pulled back and asked, "Are you sure you don't enjoy anything I do?"

  Malevolence seethed from her aura as she adjusted her clothes and turned away from him, only to face the sight of her husband mounted by Cassandra.

  Through his connection with the house, Philip darkened the shadows around the room and built up the flames in the fireplace. He pulled Fiona closer, shrinking the large living room into a more private, more intimate stage. In her ear, he whispered, "See how Lance surrenders to Cassie? He doesn't fight, but embraces the attention of another woman."

  Her eyes closed as waves of heart wrenching pain broke the love tying her to Lance.

  He hated doing this to her, but he needed her to sever her connection to this world. If it took twisting her love into hate, then that's what he'd do.

  He leaned in close and whispered, "See how much he enjoys this. He's given everyone except you the most precious gift. Your friend Rachel's three kids are his."

  "She only has two."

  "They haven't told you? She's pregnant with the third, only a few months planted in her belly. All those weekends he never came home, he spent fulfilling her desires." He rubbed her shoulders gently. "And now he's giving his seed to my daughter."

  "No. This is only a nightmare brought on by the pregnancy."

  Philip pulled her close and encircled her within his arms. He slipped his hands under her shirt and caressed her belly. "The child growing inside you is mine." His lips trailed along her jawline until he tilted her head enough to capture her bottom lip.