"Dexter…" The voice of Ada, who was whispering, raw with anxiety, touched me as her hand reached out and grabbed my arm. "We believe you… But this you must not say to anybody." Her gaze flicked toward Kerry and back to me, and she tightened her grip.
"If anyone finds out—people from other tribes, even our own—they'll try to capture you. They'll try to take advantage of you. It's too dangerous…"
Kerry nodded, her voice barely more than a breath. "She's right. If the tribe knew… if anyone knew…" She swallowed hard, her body still trembling with need, with the aftershocks of pleasure I'd given her. "They'd never let you go."
I found them both--how yet their bodies shook, how their eyes flamed with fear and wantonness, how they were so careful. It was the first time I learned that they were not only driven by lust.
The burden of their worry came down on me, a weird warmth of feeling in my bosom--something almost alien to the dark possessive hunger that still writhed in my bowels.
