“Are we crazy, we two?” he murmured.

“You’re the crazy one,” she gasped, moving with him, beginning to spin out of control again that fast. “I have work to do, yet you keep me here, locked to you, a prisoner of your passion,” she said, panting. He was building the fire fast, with sure, hard strokes, surging into her, his hands holding her beneath him. “I can’t believe I’m letting you get away with it.” And she couldn’t. It seemed impossible that she would be kneeling on a bed stained with her own innocence and loving this man’s possession of her, wanting more, wanting him again and again.

When they finally collapsed, holding each other, a fine sheen of perspiration coating their bodies, they were drained, spent, satiated. “I heard you chanting in my head, the first time we...” She trailed off. “The words were in your native language, weren’t they?”

“I ensured our bond again,” he admitted. “The thought of losing you through my own stupidity was too much. I recited the ritual words as I took your innocence, to bind us together for eternity.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Those words make an unbreakable tie for our males. Once said, the bond is eternal.”

She rolled over and blinked up at him. “What are you talking about?”

“When a Carpathian male finds his mate and knows for certain she is the one, he can bind her to him with the ritual words even if he has not yet claimed her body. It is like the human marriage ceremony but much deeper. Our souls and hearts are one half of the same whole, incomplete when apart. The ritual words bind them back together as they were meant to be.”

Her gaze narrowed in speculation. “I thought the two were bound by chemistry, by blood.”

“They are destined, true, and the bond is begun.” He pushed his long hair from his face and retreated to one side of the bed, as if uneasy with the conversation.

“So the woman can still escape if the man doesn’t actually say the ritual words?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders, his golden gaze all at once unreadable. “Why would he be so stupid as to not speak them when he knows her destiny lies with him? He would be a fool.”

“Perhaps it would be nice if he asked the woman what she thought. Human men at least askthe woman if she chooses to spend her life with him. Perhaps Carpathian women would also like to have a choice.”

He shrugged again. “It is the choice of destiny, fate, whatever you wish to call it. The law of the universe. The law of God. We were made this way. The words cannot be revoked. No Carpathian male is going to allow his woman to run around unprotected and unclaimed.”

“You people are living in the Dark Ages! You can’t just take over someone’s life without their consent. It isn’t right,” she argued, appalled.

“A Carpathian male cannot survive without his lifemate.”

“Well, just how many years do you want to live anyway?” she demanded hotly.

His golden eyes flashed briefly with amusement, and his palm slid up her calf to her thigh. “I would go for another century or two as long as all our nights were like this one.”

His voice did something funny to her heart, starting that curious melting sensation she so often experienced around him. She wanted to be angry with him, but the truth was, if she could have more nights like this one, she wanted a century or two with him herself.

“I am reading your thoughts,” he teased, his voice a deliberate caress.

“It’s time you stopped. Don’t you have something else to keep you occupied for a while? And don’t think you’re off the hook with this thing. You just can’t go around making decisions that affect my life without consulting me.” She regarded him suspiciously. “What else can you do without my knowledge?”

He leaned across the bed and kissed her full on the mouth, lingering to savor the taste of her. “You name it, cara, and I can do it.”

She jerked away from him and slapped at the hand that was moving into her tight nest of curls. “Don’t be bragging, Aidan. This is not a good thing.”

“I think it is an excellent thing. I will need everything in my bag of tricks to keep you in line. I look forward to each minute of it, Alexandria.”

“You’re forgetting my annoying little habits, and I think they’ve just begun to multiply.”

He groaned. “You are really going to try to reform me?”

“Someone has to do it.” Her hand found his. “I’m used to a certain amount of freedom, Aidan. I need it. I could never be happy if you took it away from me.”

He cupped her chin in one hand, his gold eyes sweeping intently over her upturned face. “I am aware of the compromises both of us will have to make, Alexandria. I do not expect that they will all be on your side. I ask only that you allow me room to make a few mistakes.”

She nodded. He could so easily steal her heart. With a look. A few words. That voice of his, pure black magic. “How can I be so crazy about you and so afraid at the same time?”

“You are in love with me.” He said it quietly.

She blinked, shocked, as if she had never considered it.

“That’s a little strong, Aidan. You swept me up in all this so quickly, against my will.”

“You love me,” he asserted calmly.

She made a small retreat, a few inches across the bed. “I don’t know you well enough to love you.”

“No? You have been in my mind. You have shared my thoughts, my memories. You know everything about me, good as well as bad. And you gave yourself to me. You would not have done so if you were not in love with me.”

She swallowed hard. She did not want to face this right now; it was too overwhelming. She tried to be flippant. “It’s just the power of sex.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“You dance so beautifully?” she ventured hopefully.

“I have been in your mind, too, cara mia. There is no hiding the truth from me.” He sounded smugly satisfied.

Alexandria assumed her most haughty expression, dragged the comforter around her shoulders, and kept silent.

“Is it really so difficult to admit to loving me?” His voice was a caress, wrapping her up in safe, loving arms.

“Why is it so important to have this discussion right now? I’m with you, and I’m obviously not going anywhere.”

“Because it is important to you. You have this idea that you can’t feel love for anyone other than your brother.”

“I never have been able to before.”

“And you think you feel something for me because I put some kind of magic spell on you. What we have together is not from any spell. Perhaps I did bind you to me in the ways of our people, but I could not have done so were you not already mine. You are my true lifemate. You would have given your life to save me, even when you did not trust me.”

Her chin lifted. “I thought I was going to die anyway, and I didn’t want to live like a vampire. Remember, I thought you were a vampire and that you had made me one.”

“Why would you save a vampire, one so evil?” he countered softly.

She clapped both hands over her ears. “You’re mixing me up, Aidan.”

He gently clasped her wrists and lowered her hands, leaning to kiss her neck. “You knew, deep down, where it counted, that I was the one. That is why your body responded to mine. Not some ancient spell, not even gratitude for saving you and Joshua. Your body and soul recognized me before your mind and heart had a chance to do so. Your mind was traumatized by all that had happened. And it did not help much when I reacted so fearfully for your safety. How could you know what was in your heart?”

“What I feel for you is so...” She could not find the words to describe the emotions whirling so strongly within her.

“Intense. Deep. Different from what you expected. And because it is so different, you do not recognize it for what it is. You are no longer human with human limitations. All your senses have expanded, so your emotions, too—pleasure, pain, hunger—will all be overwhelming until you get used to them. At first your new hearing was almost unbearable, was it not?”