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He blinked, recovering his own thoughts amid those she’d imparted to him.
Try, and learn in the trying, my Richard.
“But is this speaking to the mind not your own Gift of Sight?” he asked. “You told me I did not share in
that.”
“True, you do not,” she said aloud. “What I would have you master now is very like to it, though. It’s
part of your new -nature. You’re capable of bringing others to agreement with your desires. If you learn to
use it carefully and to your advantage, with prudence and wit, you will always be safe. No one will ever
suspect you differ from any other man, for you can put all such won-derings from their heads.”
He thought he understood what she wanted of him. He gestured at Ghislaine. “What must I do?” If she
followed the meaning of their talk, she gave no sign.
Bend your thoughts, your will upon her, Sabra whispered. Call her to you.
Facing the girl, he looked deep into her eyes, not knowing if it really would work. “Come to me,” he
murmured so softly that he had doubts she could have heard him. “Come, Ghislaine.”
With no change of expression, she glided toward him. Was she merely obeying her new master’s order
or truly responding to his will? He wasn’t sure.
“Sit beside me,” he said, testing. No servant, no matter what their ranking, would dare take their ease
thus in the presence of their betters, but Ghislaine did exactly that, sinking upon the cushions next to him as
though she owned them. He looked at Sabra, half smiling in wonder. “I did it.”
Indeed, my love. Now lull her to sleep.
With Sabra’s approval to bolster his confidence, he focused on Ghislaine and spoke soothingly, willing her
to submissiveness and finally slumber with his soft words. God, it was so easy. Her eyelids slipped shut, and
she slumped against him. He eased her down by his side on the cushions.
Sabra sat next to her as well, looking at him across the girl’s reclining form. Again, she spoke out loud.
“In the deepness of her throat or at the crook of her elbow, the blood flows close to the surface and is easy
to get to. There are many such places, but ’tis better to take from the arm when you can, for the marks you
leave will be less noticeable to others. Bite gently, and take only as much as you need. You will find you
want but little and seldom. It is rich elixir and filling.”
Richard lifted the unresisting girl’s arm, and pushed up the loose sleeve of her simple gown. The skin
was white and clear. Blue veins lay just below the surface, and he traced them with his fingertips. He could
smell the blood through her flesh. Unbidden, his corner teeth budded, long, sharp, wolflike, and he felt the
warm flush as his eyes reddened. His heart began to pound heavily with anticipation, and he could hear the
sound of another heart, Sabra’s, rising to match its rhythm.
Sabra’s voice purred in his ear, and she stroked the side of his face, her touch like fire. “She will feel
little, and what she does will be naught but pleasure, I assure you.”
For us both, my lady, he thought, lowering his head. He paused to taste the smooth young flesh, running
his tongue over the pulsing vein. As he did, Ghislaine’s breath became deep and ragged, her lips opening
slightly, showing even white teeth. Richard recognized arousal when he saw it and turned to Sabra, silently
questioning.
“Take her,” she urged, her own eyes gone red.
His teeth broke easily through the tender skin, and a gasp escaped the girl’s lips, followed by a long,
delectable moan. Blood gushed into his mouth, and eyes closed, he sucked hungrily. Ghislaine’s heartbeat
sounded like close thunder to him. His hand strayed to her chest to feel the throb of it as he fed. She shifted
under his touch, gasping again as his palm smoothed over the firm rise of one of her breasts. Through the
light fabric of her gown his thumb teased at her nipple. Not too surprised, he realized he was hard, erect.
He sought release by taking more blood.
The heat of it stole over him, more potent than the headiest wine. The sheer pleasure roaring through his
body was almost beyond bearing; he wanted to shout in celebration, but could not tear away, not yet. What
came out was a smothered groan of ecstasy.
Ghislaine writhed, drawing her legs up, pressing her head into the cushions. He felt her young body
trembling, then shuddering as he fed. Her back arched, and he had to hold her down. She breathed out the