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"Do you want to know what makes the ishwala special, Sa Rah?"
His proximity had her shuddering with desire. She could do little more than silently nod her head.
"What makes it special is the female of the species. She is usually smaller and less muscular than the
males, but always more beautiful. Whereas the male s fur tends to be coarse, thick, and dull gray, the
female s is like silk to the touch and so black it shines iridescent blue in the light of day. Anyone seeing
the male and female side by side can tell the difference immediately."
Tristan stood straight again and paced in front of her as he continued.
"During the first few years of the female ishwala s life she is fiercely independent, and an incredibly
dangerous predator in her own right. Females have been known to kill males almost twice their size, if
approached at the wrong time. You see, the female is not ready to take a mate until about the fourth or
fifth year of her life. The intelligent and experienced males sense her life cycle and know enough to stay
away until she is ready. But sometimes a male will get impatient and try to force himself on an unready
female. He usually doesn t live to regret the decision. A female in this primary stage will kill to defend her
independence."
"After about her fifth year, the female changes. She goes on a very different kind of hunt. She is looking
for a mate. But not just any mate. She wants to find a male that is strong, intelligent, and a good hunter
because once she mates, it s for life. The female ishwala will choose only one mate in her lifetime, and she
will stay with him until the end. She is loyal, true, and fiercely protective of him, just as he is of her. Their
bond is so strong that if one of them dies, often the death of the other soon follows."
Tristan stopped pacing and came to kneel beside Sa Rah s chair. He gently took her hand in his. Gazing
deeply into her eyes, he pressed his lips to the inside of her palm before continuing.
"I know you re ready, my ishwala. The scent of your desire fills the air, the hunger in your eyes matches
mine, and your body hums with need. Soon I ll make you mine. I promise you that. I ll wait for a while,
to let you get used to me, but we will be together as mates, never doubt that."
Before Sa Rah could respond to his outrageous statement, he leaned towards her until his lips were mere
inches from her. When he whispered against her mouth, she felt heat pool low in her stomach.
"You will be mine. And I will be yours. All yours. Feel what I offer you."
The heat in her abdomen turned to fire that speared throughout her body as Tristan pressed her palm
against his chest. His light linen shirt was little barrier, and she felt every muscular ridge. He slowly slid her
hand lower, to his rock hard stomach.
Sa Rah should have pulled away, but she couldn t. He felt so good. So right. Then he brought her hand
lower and she felt his manhood jutting out against his pants. She couldn t resist wrapping her hand around
it, testing its weight and fullness in her hand. She heard his low hiss as her hand explored him. Losing the
ability to breathe, she imagined him filling her again and again with his hardness. Continuing to stroke him,
she didn t realize Tristan had released her hand until he jerked away from her with a low growl.
"Soon, ishwala. You know it as well as I. Soon you ll be mine," Tristan vowed through clenched teeth,
his eyes glittering dangerously as he turned and strode from the room.
"-- soon, Honey. Wake up. Please hurry. We need to get to work."
Sa Rah was jolted from her sleep as Rachel gently shook her, and then left the room. Her eyes flew
open and she gasped. It was him! He was the one. Tristan was her shadow man. That was what she had
struggled to remember from her last dream. Why hadn t he told her? How had he kept it hidden from
her? Why had he kept it from her? Anger and betrayal filled her. What kind of game was he playing?
This was her life, her memories and he was keeping the truth from her. Why? Was he the one responsible
for her amnesia? Were the bruises on her neck from him? Her heart and mind screamed an immediate
 no to that last question, but still she needed to hear it from him. She didn t think him capable of such a
thing, but maybe she didn t know him at all.
Sa Rah was tempted to close her eyes again as all the questions ran through her mind, threatening to
overwhelm her. A headache was starting to form at the back of her head. No! This would not beat her.
She would find out the truth. Sitting up, she knew she needed to focus. Needed to concentrate on the
answers, not the questions. And right now, only one man could help her with that.
Tristan.
The man who filled her dreams, her dream lover. The only one who knew who she really was. And now
Sa Rah did too. Not everything, but enough to know that she was far from home. She had parents and a
brother. Remembering their loving faces, tears formed in her eyes. She had a family and a home. A real
home. She wasn t sure where the exotic place in her dreams was, but she was going to find out.
Getting ready for work, determination filled Sa Rah. Tonight she would find out who she really was. She
would discover where she was from. She would face her shadow man and demand he tell her everything.
Yes. Tonight.
* * * *
Tonight he would take Sa Rah away from here. He looked around the club filled with hungry men. No
more would she dance for the pleasure of anyone but him. That knowledge filled Tristan with primal
satisfaction. As did the fact that he was taking her to his home. Though the human side of him knew it
was irrational and primitive, the Diharan in him gloried in the knowledge that he was finally taking his
mate. The urge to do so had grown stronger each day since Sa Rah gifted him with the Majva, the
promise stone. She belonged to him now. It was his right to take her anytime he wished. He had been
patient. More patient than many he knew.
Life was good. He couldn t complain, but fate had mocked him many times. His relationship with Sa [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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