. You have no idea what that meant to me. I could learn to love flying.”
His fingers curled around the nape of her neck, drew her to him. “I will have to teach you.”
“I still don’t understand why it is so difficult for Josef, yet you have no trouble shifting. I saw the image clearly in my head.”
“Because I was holding it for you. It is much like breathing. You do not think of the mechanics of breathing, your brain tells your lungs, and everything just works in the background as you go through the day. Shifting is different. You have to control it even as you do other things. The details have to be uppermost in your mind no matter what else is going on. Carpathians have to think on several levels at the same time, and our children must learn this; they are not born knowing how. Of course, some have more ability than others. And we have our geniuses.”
His fingers were massaging her neck. There was possession in his touch. Antonietta brought her hands up to catch his wrist. He had given her the most extraordinary experience of her life. She fit her body into his, turning her face up to his with trust. With love and acceptance.
Byron groaned softly and lifted her, cradling her against his chest. “I want to make love to you more than anything in the world right now.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing. I want it, too.” Her fingertips caressed his finely chiseled lips. She loved his mouth, the shape and texture. The way he tasted. Every nerve ending was alive after her wild ride through the sky. She wanted him every bit as much as he could possibly want her.
Byron carried her into the villa. Eleanor assured him one room was reasonably safe to use as a sleeping chamber. He moved unerringly through the furniture as if he had been there numerous times, finding the winding stairs to the luxurious bedroom belowground. The windows were heavily covered with rich velvet drapes. The room was large, with an expanse of thick carpet underfoot. A step down led to a large sunken marble Jacuzzi, tiled with an intricate mosaic pattern.
“This is your home?” She was puzzled by his sudden reserve. So used to his continual presence in her mind, his withdrawal was distressing to her. “I don’t have Celt with me, so show me the layout of the room. I memorize rather well, and it will cut down on the accidents. I’ve never liked falling over chairs. It’s very undignified.”
Instead of laughing, Byron’s tension level seemed to increase. He lowered her feet to the floor, beside the bed. She felt the thick quilt with her palm.
“I would never allow you to fall.” He immediately provided the map of the room for her.
She deliberately smiled at him. “No, of course you wouldn’t. Nice room. I wouldn’t mind sitting in the Jacuzzi after being in the night air. How about you?”
Byron raked his hands through his hair and obligingly turned on the water spigots before seating himself on the edge of the bed.
Antonietta studied the map of the room in his head, then slowly walked around, feeling her way down the single step until she could seat herself on the edge of the Jacuzzi. “Why are you so troubled, Byron?” She didn’t have a sense that he wanted out of their relationship, more than he feared she might want out. “Is it because of the way you had to give blood to my cousin?” She shrugged out of his jacket, folded it neatly, and set it away from the filling tub. “You may as well talk to me. You want to, you just are having trouble figuring out how to explain everything to me. Am I that difficult to talk with? I was there. I recall I begged you to save Paul. Do you think I’m going to quibble over how you managed to do the impossible?”
Byron lifted his head to look at her. “I do not know what I ever did to deserve you, Antonietta. You are truly remarkable.”
Her soft laughter was inviting, a sultry siren teasing him with the sexual allure of her voice. He was instantly mesmerized as he watched her slowly slip her sandals from her feet. There was something very feminine about the way she ran her hand over her nylon-encased feet. “Does any man deserve a woman? I’ll have to give that some thought. But you’re definitely my choice.” She leaned toward the sound of running water, dipped her hand in to test the depth.
“My people exist on the blood of others. It is how we feed. Food makes us ill, particularly meat. We can force ourselves to eat, but it is uncomfortable. Most of the time, we give the illusion of eating. If we do consume food, we have to rid ourselves of the contents as soon as possible.” He tried to keep his voice matter-of-fact, but his gaze burned over her face, watching her closely for the smallest reaction.
“I see. You really were telling the truth when you tried to assure me your family wouldn’t care what I served. I was anxious for no reason at all.” A small, self-mocking smile curved her mouth. “That does put things in perspective, doesn’t it?”
Byron kept his touch in her mind light, a mere shadow monitoring her reaction. She absorbed what he said without judgment. She tapped her fingernail on the marble. “So you have fangs? Like a vampire in the books?” Antonietta held her palm over the pulse on her neck.
“When I need to feed, yes, my incisors lengthen.” He didn’t take his eyes from her face.
Antonietta turned off the water. “Do you have music in this room?”
The question was so unexpected, he was startled. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Of course I did. Here’s the thing, Byron. Before we take this any further, I need to know some important things about you.”
“The fact that I have fangs might be considered important by some people, Antonietta,” he said patiently, wondering if he was losing his mind. He was beginning to feel frantic. She was so beautiful to him, so courageous. He ached to hold her. He had carefully planned the way he would break his heritage to her, the way he would lovingly reassure her, yet she didn’t seem to be in need of reassurance.
“I suppose so, but I’m more concerned with your choice of music. I can live with some things, but music is my life. If you had atrocious taste, I don’t know, I’d have to reconsider this entire affair.”
He pushed his hands through his hair again with growing agitation. “That is another thing. We are not having an affair. In the eyes of my people, in my eyes, we are husband and wife. More. We are bound for all eternity. The binding ritual has already taken place.”
She turned her head then, her eyes finding his face unerringly, as if she could see him. “Where was I during the binding ritual? Because I don’t actually recall such a thing. And while you’re at it, you might explain it to me.”
Her direct gaze shook him. She looked serene sitting there on the edge of the Jacuzzi in her stocking feet and long skirt. “A female is bound to her lifemate when he recites the ancient bonding words. The power of those words is imprinted on every male of our species before his birth. We are two halves of the same whole. When the words are said, the souls become one as they are meant, and neither can be apart for long without the other.”
“And this can be done without her knowledge or consent?” Her tone was mild. She dipped her hand in the water, created swirling patterns.
“We have few women. Our race is nearly extinct. We found that a few rare women who possess psychic ability are born the other half of a Carpathian male.”
“So without their knowledge or consent, you bind them to you,” she repeated.
“The male has little choice in the matter if he chooses to survive. She is light to our darkness. We cannot feel emotion or see in color without her influence. Too many of our males have turned vampire or walked into the dawn because they could not find their lifemate. It is our duty to see that our species survives. Lifemates belong together.”
She nodded her head, but he caught the flash of anger in her mind. “A male has a choice, Byron. There is always a choice. The reason I don’t wake up until the sun is down is because of you, isn’t it? And the reason my hearing and my ability to smell is so acute is also due to you.”