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robe below the tie belt, he ran his finger from her loins to the top of her
belly, sending waves of anguish through her.
"Stop! Stop, stop, stop. Please."
"I hate making this rough and rushed," Malthus said. "But
I have very little time."
Malthus pushed her over onto her back, pulled the tie on her robe, and opened
it. He struck her in the chest and ribs
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with another round of spells to be certain that not the slightest bit of
resistance remained in her. Clodagh went limp, but her eyes watched him,
knowingly.
"You killed them, didn't you?" Clodagh's whispery voice rose from her throat
with an edge of fear and a slice of grief.
"Who else? When I'm finished, you'll not be able to tell anyone."
Malthus caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and stroked her face. He
enjoyed the feeling of lycan fur beneath his fingers. She shivered, but did
not move from the position
Malthus placed her in. He liked that.
Tears came to Clodagh's eyes. "A sigurni said ... one of you ... would get
me."
Needles of energy went into her brain, making her whimper. "But, did she know
it would be the Butchering
Serpent?"
"You? The Serpent?" Clodagh's voice shook.
He stitched and knotted the sways and triggers in her mind, and bound her
tongue so that she could not betray him. "Yes. You'll be ill for a few days.
Rushing it this way has that effect on a lycan."
She would recover nicely and be very useful to him from now on. Malthus opened
his pants, and lifted his spear and his rocks free. Clodagh shut her eyes and
turned her face away from him. That, being her first and only movement since
he enervated her, brought a chuckle from Malthus.
Clodagh's tears finally escaped her eyes.
"Never had a lover before?" Malthus lowered his body on top of hers, parting
her legs with his knee. He pressed his
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fingers to her temples, inserting more arcane needles into her mind, her
psyche, and her awareness. Since Clodagh was lycan, Malthus needed to build
the compulsions and coercions slowly as he had with Beth.
Clodagh's whimpering turned to sobbing.
His cock pressed the edge of her mouth of pleasure.
His fangs came down.
"You have a sweetheart?"
Clodagh sucked in a long breath, struggling not to answer.
Malthus sent a wave of sharp, blinding pain through her head. "What is his
name?"
"Odhran." She wept.
"Break it off, or I'll kill him."
Then he bit deeply into her breast, sucking her rich, ripe blood as he raped
her.
* * * *
Kynyr and his friends started their search behind Malthus'
cottage after making certain that the mon was not home.
Ramsey ran with his nose to ground, his thick fur was a shade more cinnamon
than his human hair and he blended into the night shrouded trees and brush
with ease, frequently becoming lost to sight as he forged ahead of them.
None of them said it, but they all knew they were looking for Nikko's dead
body.
The moon reached its zenith, a slice past full and headed for half wane,
throwing a silvery illumination over the forest.
A long howl from Ramsey told them he had found something. Kynyr's first
thought was that Ramsey had found
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the corpse, and his second was that Malthus was too clever to have dumped
Nikko's remains that close to the camp.
They rode through the trees and found Ramsey standing in hybrid form with
something brown in his hands beside the banks of Lavender Creek. "Nikko's
clothes. Looks like he crossed the creek here."
Kynyr dismounted and took the clothes from Ramsey. He held the brown robe to
his nose and sniffed it. Kynyr nodded.
"Nikko."
He scanned the creek banks. "We'll make camp here.
There'll be a better chance of picking his trail up on the other side once
it's daylight."
Ramsey went to his horse, which Eideard had been leading, took a robe from his
saddle bags, and wrapped himself up before settling with his back to a willow
tree.
"Least we know he wolffed it."
"You think he's dead?" Eideard asked the question they had been avoiding.
Kynyr pulled his saddle and kit off Bucky and started brushing him down before
answering. "I know he is."
* * * *
A flame danced upon the wick of an oil lamp sitting on the nightstand in
Malthus' bedroom. Kandaishee lay nude beside him, her cheeks damp from
weeping, the quilted coverlet clutched so tight in her hands that her knuckles
were white.
The nights were cool this far into the mountains, even when the summer days
were hot.
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Malthus touched her cheeks, trailing his fingers through her tears, musing
that she always wept when he forced his rod of possession into her. It
delighted him. His fingers moved lightly from her face to her breasts and he
stroked
Kandaishee's body. Malthus' fingers lingered on the almost unnoticeable
puffiness along the lower half of her belly.
"Growing a little present for me?"
She writhed away from him. "It's not fair! You're too old to be fertile."
"You're forgetting who I am."
"The son of Sidera Tyrins ... oh gods ... she cured it."
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