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He gripped my wrists, and I watched him collect himself. I watched his hard-won control fill his eyes, his face. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m right here.”

“No,” Yvette said, “you cannot hold his hand while I feed.”

I turned to her, Jason so close our bodies touched without hands. “Then it’s over. You don’t touch him.”

“First you tame Asher. Now you seek to tame me. You have nothing I want, Anita.”

“I have Jason.”

She hissed at me, all that careful beauty breaking down and showing the beast inside. She snatched at him around me, and he jerked back. She pawed at him like a cat, and I kept my body between them, moving us into the center of the circle. I felt Jason’s back hit the wall, and I grabbed Yvette’s arm.

“Feel his terror, Yvette. I can feel his heart pounding against my back. My holding his hand won’t make him unafraid. Nothing I could do would make him not fear your touch.”

Jason hid his face against my back, hands sliding around my waist. I patted his arm. His body was one throbbing beat as his heart, his blood, pumped through his body so hard I could feel it. His terror rode the air like a hot, invisible mist.

“Agreed,” she said. She backed away to the center of the cleared floor. She held one pale hand out to us. “Come, Anita, bring our prize.”

I slid in his arms until I was leading him by the hand again. His palms were sweating. I led him to stand with his back to her. He gripped my hands in both of his. His hands trembled. He stared at my face as if it were the only thing left in the world.

Yvette touched his back.

He whimpered. I drew him into me until our arms were touching, our faces only inches apart. I had no words of comfort. I could offer nothing but a hand to hold and something else to think about.

Yvette trailed her fingers around his shoulders until she came to the thongs that tied the vest. Her hands brushed the front of my body as she fumbled with the ties. I started to step back, and Jason’s hands sang with tension. I stayed where I was, but my own pulse was beating in my throat. I was afraid of her, too, afraid of what she was.

She had to slide her hand around his waist to get the last tie, molding her body against his back. She licked his ear, a quick flick of her pale pink tongue.

He closed his eyes, bowing his head until our foreheads touched.

“You can do this,” I said.

He nodded his head, eyes still closed, forehead still touching mine.

Yvette ran her hands up his back under the vest, then curved them around to his naked chest, running her nails down his flesh in a quick rush.

Jason gasped, and I realized in that instant that it wasn’t just fear. He had slept with her before he knew what she was. She knew his body, knew how to bring him to passion as only a lover can. She’d use that against him now.

Jason drew his face back from mine. He looked at me, and he seemed lost.

She shoved the vest up around his shoulders and licked a long wet line up his spine.

He turned his face from me, so I wouldn’t see his eyes. “It’s all right if some of it feels good, Jason.”

He turned back to me, and there were other things in his eyes besides fear. I’d been more comfortable with the fear, but he was the one hurting.

Yvette knelt and did something low on his back with her mouth. His knees buckled suddenly, taking us both to the floor. I ended up flat on my back with Jason on top of me. I had one leg free, which was a help and a hindrance, since it put him perfectly on top of me. I could tell his body was happy to be there. I wasn’t sure about the rest of him. He was making small sounds low in his throat.

I scooted out from under him enough so that his groin wasn’t pressing mine and I could sit up to see what Yvette had done to him. There were fangs marks low on his back near the spine. The blood beaded on the blue leather like it had been Scotch-garded.

His arms locked around my waist. “Don’t leave me, please.” His cheek was pressed against my waist. The tension in his body made my heart thud.

“I won’t leave you,