Page 173 of Master of My Heart

“That does not matter right now. You must take her before they do.”

Suddenly, the ghostly hands felt insignificant compared to the new hands on her body. A mouth on hers, arms wrapped around her, a hot, solid body against her. She wrapped her arms around it and kissed back... hard. She could breathe again. She wanted him. She needed him.

Hands caressed her breasts and she sighed. A mouth on her nipple made her whimper with desire. She felt cool air against her skin, then hot skin against hers. He pressed against her pussy, then he was inside her. Her eyes closed as he whispered into her ear, but she didn’t understand the words. She concentrated on the sensation of him inside her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust up against him.

I want him deeper, deeper. I want all of him.

Then another mouth on hers. A different mouth. Different hands. The first man was still inside her, but this second man...

I want him, too.

“Take me,” she whispered, opening herself to both of them.

And they did.

Chapter Fifty-Five

Sabrina woke with a start. She was lying on a bed. Naked. And she felt two bodies on either side of her. Male bodies. She felt peaceful. And aroused. She squeezed her legs together and sighed. She felt a little sore, but in a good way.

She turned her head to see who was next to her. Richard? She turned to the other side. Tom? What the heck is Tom doing here? And how did I end up in bed with them?

She heard a movement across the room. She looked and saw Theo, wearing a white linen tunic and pants, standing by a window. The room was only lit by a small, bedside lamp, but his body emanated a soothing golden glow. He motioned to her, and she carefully crept over Richard, trying not to wake him.

Theo held out a soft white robe. She wrapped it around herself before following him into an adjoining sitting room adorned with red velvet curtains and richly upholstered chairs near a marble fireplace. The thick carpeting cushioned her feet as she walked.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, gesturing to a chair and sitting in the one next to it.

She sat down and stared at him, trying to figure out exactly what she was feeling. She rubbed her face again. “Confused,” she said finally.

“I sense that. Why?”

She looked up at him. “I have no idea how I got here. The last thing I remember is being in that big room with Richard.” Couldn’t he read her mind and figure it out?

“I can, Sabrina. But it is important to say what is on your mind. Not just think it.”

“Oh.”

“So, you remember being in the room. What happened?”

“I—” She shook her head. “I remember being touched by unseen hands.”

Theo nodded. “Anything else?”

“Then it felt as if someone really was touching me.” She rubbed her eyes again, then snapped her head up. “Richard?”

“Yes. Do you know what was happening to you? The unseen hands?”

She shook her head.

“The Gathering rooms in the Manors are centers of power. Many rituals take place there. Many have occurred in the past.” He leaned back in the chair and steepled his fingers. “In those rooms, the veil between my world—our world—and this one is the thinnest. My brothers sensed you and came for you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are a rare jewel among women,” Theo answered with a smile. “Richard did what he did to protect you. To keep you here.” He leaned forward, his face turning serious. “Like it or not, Sabrina, you are a Koriathanati without a Master, and that is a dangerous position to be in.”

“I have a Master, whoever he is,” she said sadly.

“The bond between you and him is not very strong. If it were, my brothers would not have been able to try and take you.” Theo paused. “That is a good thing. It means there is a chance to permanently dissolve what happened in the past. But it is dangerous. It leaves you vulnerable.”

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