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Orloffberg had completed final construction of the Sated Pleasures Spa -- his newest venture -- a scant couple of months ago, yet already the rain forest had regained most of its lost ground. It sprawled to within fifteen feet of the cleared runway as if nature had drawn a demarcation line in the loamy earth, daring civilization to cross over, a clear warning to humankind: “This far and no farther.”

The island was rich and vibrant, pulsating with hidden life. The clear air hummed with the quick, fluttering motions of tiny winged insects chasing the alluring scents of wild orchids and other flowering plants.

Strident cries of exotic parrots flitting among the swaying treetops vied for attention with the raucous chattering of playful monkeys scampering high overhead in the leafy canopy. Lower down, the trees’ dense growth blocked the sunlight, and at ground floor perpetual twilight reigned.

The shadowed underbrush rustled with the furtive movements of rodents and larger animals, prey and predator alike, rousing in the preheat morning to resume their roles in the daily drama of life and death. Nature’s ancient song beckoned, calling her to slip free of the ungainly human form she wore, to join the primal dance.

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The far away coughing snarl of a stalking cat echoed from deep within the forest and Indigo’s body responded. She felt the shifting of muscles and flesh, the flow of fur, and the sharpening of her sense of smell and hearing -- those senses most utilized in the hunt -- and she swayed in place, fighting the temptation, her visceral response instinctive and almost overwhelming.

“Indigo, where have you gotten off to? The tram has arrived!”

Aricles’s voice sounded from afar and she opened her eyes and glanced around, startled to see how far she’d ventured into the green world. The landing strip was nowhere in sight.

With longing pulsing strongly along her veins, she fought the temptation to run wild.

Reminded of duty and responsibility, the first of which was catching a rogue wulf, she retraced her steps.

Aricles stood at the top of the stairs, outlined in the door of the jet, talking to the two pilots -- who would remain with the plane until relieved by island staff. She wondered what was taking Aricles so long. How difficult was it to set up a password, anyhow?

One of the spa’s trams -- a glorified golf cart complete with three benches, a colorful awning, and mosquito netting -- sat off to one side of the plane. The long, lean man who stepped down from the front passenger’s seat -- sunlight setting his pale hair afire, turning it into a shimmering nimbus about his strong, well-shaped head -- was the man she’d seen in her visions. The man she couldn’t fall in love with.

Indigo’s long-dormant sexuality came screaming to life. She felt as if her body had turned inside out. The morning’s once cooling breeze had turned into a sultry, humid invisible blanket, touching all along her twanging nerves. Her heart sank.

Oh God, he was perfect. How was she supposed to resist something as prime as the specimen walking toward her?

The soft, buttery tee he wore did nothing to hide the swell of muscles beneath the cloth. His rangy build, emphasized by the thin belt encircling his trim waist, was broad of shoulder, narrowing down to firm buttocks and masculine thighs, covered by a pair of expensively tailored slacks.

How could the All Creator be so cruel? Indigo bit her lip, trying to stop her hungry gaze from skimming those symmetrical angelic features. She’d wager good money those had to be misleading. Large, changeable eyes a beryl blue -- very similar to hers -- were deeply set between thick, light brown lashes long enough to spark a woman’s envy. His beautifully arched eyebrows and that long patrician nose above full, pouty lips put the finishing touches to the perfection of his Scandinavian pale face.

His air of natural leadership, the ease with which he smiled and conversed with Aricles and the two pilots declared long familiarity with socializing, something she was abysmal at.

He was extremely handsome in a…regal sort of way. Hell, who was she kidding? He was extremely handsome in every way. She was so totally screwed.

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A gloved hand cupped the back of her arm and she jerked, glancing up into Aricles’s worried face. Begging the prince’s pardon, he hustled her a few feet away before asking anxiously, “Indigo, where is your head? Are you all right?”

“Yes, of course, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

Aricles gazed down at her, an extremely skeptical look on his face. “Perhaps because we have addressed several sentences to you and received no answer.” His eyebrows lowered, lips grew tight. “You haven’t been yourself since last night, since you had that last vision.”

His gaze softened, intense black eyes stared down into hers. “I’m here for you, Indi, whenever you need me.” He sighed. “Just tell me.”

His concern moved her almost to tears. Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she tried to smile. “I know Ari, and I thank you. Believe me, when the time comes, I’ll holler for help like a pig stuck in a poke, but right now, there’s nothing you can do. Unless, that is, you have a spell for averting love. Do you remember that second option I told you about?”

He thought for a moment, and then slowly nodded his head, pupils gone round.

“Where you fall in love and…”

“Prince Orloffberg is the man.”

Aricles closed his eyes, a small smile played about his lips as he shook his head in sympathy. “You are so screwed.”

She groaned. “Not yet, but I guarantee I will be…soon.”

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Pleasurable Duties

“Congratulations on finding this gem of a place, your Royal Highness. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t say naming a tropical island Paradise was very original, but in this case it certainly fits.”

“Thank you for the compliment, Indigo. However, I wasn’t the one to name this island.

In fact, I don’t own it. I acquired it by signing a hundred year lease. Better, in the long run, as I am not certain how long this particular venture will hold my interest. Also, I’ve designated it the official Drestovian embassy so it is, for all intents and purposes, Drestovian soil.”

Why in hell am I holding this asinine conversation when all I want is to push those long, slim legs apart and take her right here in the tram? Rickard relaxed against the back of the bench he was sitting on, having declined his usual seat beside the driver. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. Indigo Carter was the most fuckable woman he had ever laid eyes on.

Big blue eyes watched him, her little gamin face drawn tight with intemperate lust. She had to know what she was doing to him.

Rickard shifted, widened his legs to ease his cock, and caught her staring at the hard bulge between his thighs. He immediately grew another inch thicker. When she swallowed, and then licked those thick lips of hers, his cock jerked, spurting a dab of precum. Gott im Himmel, but that mouth…his mind reeled with visions of her kneeling before him, head between his knees, her incredible lips surrounding his cock.

Damn, but he wished he could read her thoughts. Since he couldn’t, he decided boldness was the better part of valor. “Darling Indigo, when I called Hunter asking for assistance, I never dreamed he’d send someone so”-- he eyed her up and down -- “attuned to my needs. So if you see something you want…anything…by all means, help yourself.”

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“No, thank you, sir. I am fine.”

Oh, that got to her! He chewed the inside of his cheek, glad to have gotten a rise out of her, even if it was chilly anger and not that sultry, hot lust he’d been basking in since meeting her.

“Yes, you are. Damned fine.”

She shot a nervous glance over her shoulder to the front of the tram where the driver and her coworker remained engaged in heated conversation over some engine or such.

“Don’t mind them. They’re both engrossed in their own concerns. This” -- his languid hand gesture indicated the space between them -- “is between you and me.”

She stiffened. “I resent your arrogance. There is nothing between us.”

Rickard sat up, captured her gaze, and let her see the reciprocal desire. “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. There are nine inches of cock between us, darling, every one of which is straining to get closer to you.”

Her face went cold and blank, but her eyes blazed. “Public opinion is rampant about how you live your wild, hedonistic lifestyle without remorse or shame. I had thought to reserve judgment, but I see the gossip rags have you pegged correctly. You’re nothing but a rutting cock with legs.”

“A cock you can’t wait to have filling your empty pussy, my dear.”

Indigo gasped. He could almost see the antagonism wafting off her skin like heat ripples off a concrete roadway baking under the summer sun. Jaws so tight he thought they would crack, she snarled in a low voice, “I am more than a pussy to be filled by you, your Highness.”

What passion! Oh, I can almost bathe in it. Rickard couldn’t control the small half smile widening his lips. “I never said you weren’t. I’m not the one tossing insults about. As to that, what, besides say good morning, did I do to set you off? Why are you angry? Better yet, who are you truly angry with…me or yourself?”

She turned and faced away. “At you, because you disgust me.”

“Really?” He slid his eyelids to half-mast, gazed under them at her pink face, and took in an exaggerated breath through flaring nostrils. “Ah! I love the aroma of warm, wet pussy.

Disgust has never smelled so good!”

She slammed her thighs together, sat up stiff and erect.

Rickard laughed aloud. “Now, ordinarily, I’d have no reason to believe you a liar, but I’m afraid I can’t accept your statement at face value.” The smile fell off his face. “I am many things, but not a liar, so do me the courtesy of believing me when I tell you that your…disgust will in no way deter our coming together.”

She gasped. “You’re insane. Stop talking to me.”

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face buried in your fragrant little pussy. After you’ve come on my tongue several times, it’ll be your turn to wrap those plump, strawberry-ripe lips around my cock. I’ll be fucking that pretty mouth of yours too hard for conversation, sinking in so deep I’ll strum your tonsils.”

Red face still averted, hands twisting in her lap, Indigo stammered, “In your dreams!”

He nodded, leaned back against the plush leather, and closed his eyes, basking under the warming sun. “Just so. And now in yours, also.”

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Aches and Pains

The lush green terrain flashed by in an unappreciated blur as Indigo squirmed discreetly on her seat, so aroused she couldn’t sit still. All Creator help me, I am so out of my league.

She bit her lip, rocking her pelvis back and forth in an attempt to provide some relief to her throbbing pussy. The prince’s words had inflamed her to the point she barely managed to resist throwing herself to her knees before him. She wanted to rip his slacks open and get at his cock.

Despite her vision -- actually, because of her vision -- she should have known better than to accept this assignment. There was no way she could deal with a lupine murderer while fending off the amorous advances of a man as boldly sensual and alluring as Orloffberg.

How had she ever thought she would be able to resist him? The prince had years of experience in seducing women under his belt while she might as well have been a virgin.

Cats, after all, didn’t date.

Indigo fisted her hands at her side, refusing to acknowledge how much she ached. Her breasts were swollen, nipples hardened to diamond points, the thrusting tips visible beneath her thin shirt. The muscles in her belly clenched and unclenched, spasming in nervous reaction to his proximity, while her vagina pulsed, spilling liquid desire between her thighs.

“There’s no need for you to hurt like this when I am very willing to give you what you need.”

Indigo started at his words, so intensely focused inward she had almost forgotten he sat across from her. She looked at him now, watching her and scheming like the manipulative sex fiend all the gossip rags labeled him.

“I doubt that. You have no idea what I truly need.” Her words came out jerky, stumbling over each other in her eagerness to deny his observation.

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He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and bringing his face very close to hers. “I know you need something to fill your emptiness, something hot to take the chill off your frozen heart. When was the last time a man worshipped your body, Indigo?”

She sat on her hands to stop them from reaching out to him, let her eyelids drift shut, but she couldn’t shut out his voice.

“When has anyone treated you like the purely sexual animal you are?”

There, Indigo thought, there’s the problem. His words held soft concern, not the impatient haranguing of a man intent on a quick fuck. If only that was all he wanted, she’d give it to him right now; lie down and let him have her any way he wished.

Instead, he was trying to touch her heart, was perilously close to breaching that isolated fortress in her soul she’d erected after her father had abandoned her -- after she’d realized he was never coming back. For Rickard’s sake, she couldn’t let him succeed. She couldn’t soften to him. To love him meant his death.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

Indigo lifted her lids and met the caring warmth in his gaze head on. His intensely blue eyes gazed into hers, his gentle expression making her ache all the more.

“Your nipples are staring at me through your blouse, so erect. I bet your shirt scratches them every time you breathe. I want it to be my mouth on you, my teeth scratching them.”

Indigo curled her lips in over her teeth, applying pressure to keep back the moans trying to escape.

Rickard groaned. “See, sweetheart, don’t do that. Don’t bite those full, juicy lips. Let me do it for you.”

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