Free Three Days of Dominance by Cari Silverwood

he'd not ravished her while talking. Not that right now, with her heart pounding, and the ache between her legs, she wouldn’t have minded a bit of ravishing.
    At the heart of all this though, she knew, if she didn't mostly believe him, she wouldn't still be in his arms.
    Then, while she was still straightening thoughts, he shuffled to his knees, slid his arms under her and picked her up as if she weighed no more than a basket of flowers.
    “Hey,” she said weakly.
    “Shh. Be quiet. I can’t keep eyes away if you make loud noises.”
    “No one’s looking?” she whispered. Hell. She’d forgotten.
    “No.”
    As he strode through her garden, the motion rocked her, and she couldn’t resist turning her head into his chest, feeling safe and languid in the remnants of the postorgasmic haze.
    “I can’t and won’t go into your house. Not now. I've been there long enough. The metal and exactitude of human construction worries at my fae flesh. Remember—the lake. I will see you there."
    He lowered her, placing her gently on the timber of the veranda. He shut her eyes with his fingers, and she waited, expecting a kiss. Nothing happened.
    She pried open a lid, only to find Killer bearing down on her, tongue out. He slurped her face.
    “Urk!” She spluttered. “Killer! Stop!” At last he desisted, sitting on his haunches and watching eagerly.
    The buttons on her bodice were gone—no doubt lost somewhere in the grass. When she put her hand down between her legs…again, she thought, smiling and remembering how he’d directed her fingers, she found the seam of her denim shorts undone all the way from the bottom of the zipper and for five or six inches back. Her panties were bunched to one side.
    Now, none of her other lovers had ever managed that, no matter how much they might have wanted to. Maybe she needed a new brand of clothing.
    Heketoro was nowhere in sight. He’d gone. Why does that bother me?

Chapter Five
     
    Slowly, Danii sat up into a cross-legged position, with her hands resting limp across her thighs. Drawing herself together, waiting, while staring at a spot beside her left foot, for her mind to tick over the way it should. She felt suddenly drained, as if a wind had torn through her and stripped out half the particles making up her body. The word devastated came into her head.
    Minutes ago, she’d been on top of the world. What is happening to me? Some sort of psychotropic drug? No, too quick. Hypnosis ? It wasn’t as if she’d ever been susceptible to that, and, hell, she sure hoped not.
    Could this have been another of the strange visions from the day before? Every detail of their lovemaking came fresh to her mind—the feel of him against her skin, his words, his smell. Her visions hadn’t come close to anything like that. It was another explanation, yet she believed none of them. She so wanted him back.
    He’d asked her to meet him at the lake, yet in such a short time, he seemed to have taken over her life. She hated to think what her existence would be like when he left. She rubbed at her forehead. Those black days would be blacker still. And it wasn’t just the sex, amazing as that was. It was him. Attraction was putting it mildly. What had she done to deserve a man like him?
    She’d wondered earlier what he’d bleed when scratched. Now she knew—there was pure male awesomeness under there. Her? Scratch her and you’d get 90 percent scotch, and the rest some disgusting gray mess.
    Somehow she got her legs working again and stood.
    An ache started between her eyes. She blinked and sniffed, then dabbed her nose with the back of her hand. Ridiculous. If he wasn’t a faerie, she was being a fool. Well, if she had to be the moth being lured by the scent of a flower, she just hoped he wasn’t one of those bug-eating predatory plants.
    She turned and walked into the house. The screen door clicked and hissed as it shut behind her.
    A delicious spasm seized her, spreading outward from her