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sure there’s a reason he hasn’t mentioned it yet. Your attempt to cause trouble between us isn’t working. I can’t figure out for the life of me what I’ve done to you to warrant your nastiness.”

“It would be in your best interest to leave this island now and never come back,” Eleni said tightly, her patience obviously slipping.

“I’m not going to give him up so easily. I’ve been running most of my life, and frankly, I’m tired of it.”

“Then you’ll be humiliated,” Eleni sneered. “I won’t pretend I like you, Sarah. I’ve tried to be nice, but you won’t heed my warning. Constantine doesn’t want you. If you’re so sure of his love go ahead and ask him. I was hoping to appeal to your sense of prudence but...”

Sarah crossed her arms over her chest. “But what?”

“But when Paris was looking for you and Constantine on Crete, he was attacked and

nearly killed by some henchmen of Gage.”

Sarah gasped. “How do you know about Gage?”

“There’s nothing Paris keeps from me; I will soon be his mate. Now do you see why it’s important for you to go? Your very presence puts Pack Kyriakis in danger. Knowing this, will you selfishly stick around? You seem like a sensible enough girl. Think about what I’ve said; I’ll arrange for transportation off the island later on. Meet me at midnight. If you really love Constantine as you say you do, you’ll let him find someone worthy of him, someone who won’t risk his pack.” Eleni stared at her for a moment before finally turning on her heel and leaving Sarah alone.

The sense of security Sarah had felt was now gone.

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Constantine slipped into Sarah’s room, eager to tell her about the conversation he’d had with his father. He found her sitting by the window, knees huddled close to her chest, profile sad. Alarm spread through him. Why did she seem upset? She’d been fine earlier.

He softly whispered her name, approaching her on silent feet. She didn’t acknowledge his presence, merely stared out the window. “Mana mou, are you well?” He placed a hand on her shoulder only to have her flinch away. What the hell?

“What’s going on? Speak to me, Sarah.”

She turned to him then, her eyes bloodshot as if she’d been crying. Immediately,

Constantine lifted her up and took her into his arms, holding her against him, “What’s the matter? You were happy before you came upstairs. What’s changed?”

“I want to ask you a question.” Her voice was wobbly with obvious emotion.

“Anything.”

“Do you love me? I mean, truly love me?”

For a moment he was stunned, unable to believe she’d asked such a question after what they’d shared. “You need to ask? You know I do, with all my heart. Why are you second-guessing my feelings for you?” Her expression became unreadable. Constantine noticed she ignored his question, but decided he’d address it later. “What?”

“Are we truly bonded? When you marked me, is that all it takes? Is there another

step?”

“What do you mean?”

‘Don’t you have to take me in wolf form for us to be completely bonded mates?”

“Who told you that?”

“Is it true?”

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Of course it was, but he’d wanted to tell her later, once she’d gotten used to the idea of them being together. “Yes, but--”

“So we’re not truly bonded yet?”

“No, but--”

She held up her hand. “Say no more. Answer me this, too: when your father was

looking for us, was he attacked?”

“How did you know?” His father had only just told Constantine of the attack against

Paris and Dante.

“Does it matter?”

Constantine scowled. “Actually it does.” It suddenly dawned on him who the culprit

was. He should have known. “Aunt Eleni.” Paris must have told Eleni as well, but why would his aunt tell Sarah about it? “Sarah, my father is fine. He’s lived many years and is adept at taking care of himself in most situations.”

“So it’s true.” Her voice was devoid of all emotion, and Constantine became even more uneasy.

“Whatever my aunt said has obviously upset you. If you’re feeling guilty, then don’t.

We said we’d protect you, and that’s that. Stop worrying about things.” He lightly stroked her cheek. You don’t need to pay too much attention to Eleni; she has a flair for the dramatic.”

“I don’t think she said anything untrue. After all, you just confirmed it.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Whatever else you may believe about me, at least trust in the fact that I love you very much.”

She studied him intently for a while, silent.

“You know I do love you, don’t you, Sarah?”

“I believe you think you do.”

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “I do dammit! How can you possibly doubt me?”

“How can you withhold things from me?”

“What have I withheld from you?” he demanded.

“The mating thing.”

He sighed with no little annoyance. “I would have told you, but it’s not that simple.

There are things I’ll have to do first to prepare you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me?”

When Constantine got a hold of his aunt, he was going to wring her neck. How dare

she put uncertainties in Sarah’s mind? Words, he saw, were not doing any good. It was time for action.

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“If there’s anything you can believe in, believe in this.” She twisted her head aside, but he followed her movement, capturing her lips with his. He wouldn’t let her deny him or herself.

She stayed still in his arms, not fighting, but not responding, either. “Open your mouth.

Goddamn you, open up,” he muttered against her mouth. When she didn’t, he threaded his fingers through her hair and gave it a hearty tug.

She gasped, and he took advantage of her parted lips, his tongue thrusting forward even as his cock stiffened and he rubbed it against her body. She tried to pull away, but his fingers tightened in the strands of her hair. He explored the sweet recesses of her mouth, savoring the taste unique to her. Triumph filled him when she finally sighed into his mouth and held him tight.

As she slumped against him in total surrender, he relaxed his grip on her and allowed his hands to slide down her back. He cupped her buttocks, molding and kneading her flesh in his palms. The fragrant scent of her filled his nostrils, making him want her more. He was so fucking hard, he was ready to penetrate her right now, but Constantine wanted her to see the love he felt for her. He had to put to rest her doubts once and for all.

He lifted his head, trying to catch his breath. “Make love to me, Sarah.”

She looked confused at first. “Me? Make love to you?”

“Yes, mana mou. I burn for you. I want to prove to you how much you mean to me.

I’ve never given my trust so fully to any woman, but I’m putting myself in your hands. You have carte blanche to do what you’d like to me.”

She ran her tongue across her lips; the movement made his pulse quicken, but

Constantine forced himself to remain still.

“Your father. He...”

“He knows how I feel about you and accepts it, accepts us. We won’t be interrupted.

Besides, it’s only natural I’d want to make love with my mate. Take me.”

She paused for a moment before grasping the bottom of his t-shirt and pulling it from his waistband. Whenever this woman touched him, he always had such a difficult time

thinking clearly. Her hands roamed his body; air stuttered within his chest. He lifted his arms so she could yank his shirt off and bare his torso. She tossed the material aside before working on his belt and buttons. He eagerly stepped out of his jeans when she slid them teasingly down his legs.

His cock ached for her. He didn’t know if he’d be able to withstand her deliberately slow movements. He wanted her so badly, he could hardly breathe.

“Still not wearing underwear?” Sarah grinned at him, her gaze never leaving his stiff member.

“I thought we agreed it was better this way.”

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“Infinitely. I just like taking note of how scrumptious you are.” She ran her finger over his hard length. His breath caught in his throat as she twined her hand around his rod, giving it a gentle tug, and then another one.

“Oh, God. This is torture,” he groaned, his fists clenching at his sides. This time was for her, he reminded himself over and over. He had told her she was in control; he couldn’t go back on his word even though he desperately wanted to.

With his cock still firmly in her grasp, Sarah bent her head and ran her tongue over the flat disk of his nipple instead. Constantine shuddered in response. Her ministrations, though still amazingly innocent, sent pulses of molten sensation up his spine, taking him on an orgasmic journey he’d only ever experienced with her. He belonged to her just as surely as she belonged to him. “Sarah,” he sighed.

She nipped his pebbled tips, and with each passing moment, he found it more difficult to not haul her into his arms and fuck her blind. She slid her tongue the distance between his nipples before taking the other bud in her mouth, suckling it with seeming reverence, as though savoring his very flavor.

He had to touch her. Constantine brought his hands to her soft hair, releasing it from its braid. He always loved the way it flowed freely around her shoulders, like a dark cape.

God, he loved this woman! The crippling passion shooting through his veins had his body shaking uncontrollably.

Sarah’s hand never left his dick, stroking him in steady motions and driving him

insane. He was incredibly close to coming and had to will himself to hold on. In no way did he want her to feel cheated from his promise.

She lifted her head, a smile tilting her lips. “Do you like that?”

“You know I do,” he growled.

Her grin widened. “Good, because I enjoy doing it to you.” She released his cock. “Lie on the bed while I undress.”

He was reluctant to leave her side, wanting her body against his, but he obeyed her

command. When he moved on the bed on his back, elbows supporting his upper body,

Constantine watched in fascination while she slowly slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

Sarah revealed the brown globes of her breasts. The lovely mounds, high and firm,

didn’t need the support of a bra. He wanted those dark peaks in his mouth, to nibble, lick, and suck them. She pushed her dress completely off, and then stepped out of her panties, finally standing naked before him.

She looked like a dark goddess, tempting him to every wicked delight imaginable. His cock literally throbbed with pain for her; he wanted that pussy on his rod more than he wanted air to breathe. “Come to me, Sarah,” he pleaded.

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Sarah shook her head, lifting her breasts and lightly grazing her nipples with her

thumbs, teasing him.

“Are you trying to kill me? If I don’t have you now, I think I’ll explode.”

“Then you’ll have to explode, because this is my time.”

Constantine kept the growl from his throat. “Oh, God, I need you. I can smell your

delicious pussy from here. Put it on my face. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

Sarah’s hand drifted to her sex. “Beg for it,” she ordered as if she enjoyed seeing him suffer this way.

“Please. I want you bad. I need to taste you, fuck you, suck you -- whatever you want -

- but please don’t deny me.” He watched in hungry fascination as her fingers slid deeper into her cunt.

“You say that with such eloquence.” Removing her fingers, she strolled over to him

with slow, stalking movements, a total temptress. She rubbed her dew-soaked fingers across his lips, before slipping them into his mouth. He drew on her digits ferociously, wanted to swallow every bit of her essence.

“Did you like that?” She removed her fingers from his mouth.

“You know I did.”

“I hope you like this even more.” Climbing on the bed, she turned her back to him as she straddled his face.

Her pussy smelled heavenly. Constantine licked his lips in eager anticipation as she lowered her cunt onto his mouth. He latched onto her slick folds, grasping her hips. She wiggled and squirmed, her juices covering the lower portion of his face. Sarah bent forward and grasped his cock before sliding her tongue around the tip. It was difficult to concentrate with her lips on him, but he somehow managed. She was delectable.

His tongue pushed into her hot channel just as she engulfed his erection. The double stimulation of tasting her succulent pussy and having Sarah suck his cock aroused him to the extreme edge of his restraint. His body was on fire for her -- one burst of molten flame was all it would take to send him into the cauldron.

He loved the way she gave herself so freely. Her head bobbed up and down his cock,

and she moaned, the sound a vibrating sensation along his rod. He would never get enough of this woman, never.

They sucked, licked, and sampled each other, neither speaking, engrossed in their

activities as they were. Constantine reveled in their lust, stiffening when his climax was about to hit him. Pulling his mouth away from her cunt, he groaned. “I’m going to come.”

Unheeding of his words, she continued to move her mouth along his cock, her lips

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dick. When he’d released all he had to give, she finally raised her head and shifted away from him. He wanted to have more of her like this, but she wouldn’t be denied her reward.

Repositioning herself to face him, she straddled his thighs. Even though he’d just come, Constantine grew hard again at the mere thought of being inside her pussy. Sarah took his dick and guided it into her, inch by inch. She was so wonderfully snug.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “I love the way you feel in me.”

“And I love being one with you.”