Carpathian 10 - Dark Symphony

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    little thongs. There wasn't a single line under the silken material of her skirt.
    Byron deepened the kiss, forgetting everything but the sheer, hot passion of her mouth.
    Of her body. He urged her more closely into him, imprinting the hard length of his need into her soft flesh. He held her there, took pleasure in the way her hips moved urgently against him, seeking relief. He couldn't stop kissing her, his mouth hard and hot and persuasive. Do you want to run away with me? Right now?
    A low whistle cut through the erotic images in Byron's mind. Merged as deep as they were, Antonietta heard it, too.
    Holy Smoke. Uncle Byron! Hey, Dad, check this out. He's going at it hot and heavy out there. I never thought he had it in him. I think they're going to melt right into the floor.
    Antonietta pulled away with a small gasp of alarm. "Who is that, Byron, and why can I hear him?"
    He stroked a small caress over her head. "That would be my nephew, the one with no manners. Are you absolutely certain you want to meet him? I can send him away," he said hopefully. "It would save me the mortification I am certain to undergo should you insist on following through with this."
    "How is it I heard him in my head? He's in the conservatory, yet I heard him in the same way I heard you. I don't generally hear everyone speaking in my head." The idea clearly bothered her.
    "Not in the same way. Our people are strong telepaths.
    Life mates have their own wavelength, a private path, if you will. Our minds were merged together, and my nephew spoke on the general path my people all use. You heard him through me, just as you used my eyes to see."
    "That's incredible. My family are telepaths but not to such a powerful extent. Let's go in, I don't want to seem rude, now that your nephew has announced us."
    "That boy needs to learn manners." Disengaging his mind from Antonietta's, he sent a private reprimand to his sister. Eleanor, Josef is too old to act like such a child. I want a word with him later.
    He is just excited, Byron. He has not seen you in years.
    Eleanor, he spoke so a human could hear him. He endangered our people by such an act.
    That cannot be tolerated, and you know it.
    "You're muttering under your breath," Antonietta said. Her fingertips touched his lips.
    "And you're frowning."
    "After meeting my nephew, you will be frowning, too," he predicted. With a sigh of resignation, he pushed open the door to the conservatory. His fingers twined with hers, clung, and held on.
    "You're turning into a big baby," she said.
    "Here she is, my granddaughter, Antonietta." Don Giovanni rose quickly. "Antonietta, our guests have arrived. Byron, how good to see you. Your sister is lovely."
    "Grazie, Don Giovanni," Eleanor said. She hugged her brother and touched Antoinette's hand. "You have no idea how much it means to me to finally meet you."
    "My sister Eleanor, her husband Vlad, and my nephew, Josef." Byron introduced. "This is Antonietta Scarletti." Byron's tension communicated itself to Antonietta. She tightened her grip on his fingers.
    "You must call me Toni," Antonietta said.
    "A pleasure to meet you," Vlad acknowledged. He lowered his voice. "Josef, I asked you to remove that beret."
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    "She's blind; she can't see it," Josef whispered back.
    My nephew is wearing one of those silly berets, a smock, and a kerchief. It is obvious he thinks he looks like a painter. Byron was very careful to keep his mental path private. The last thing he needed was for Eleanor to know he was describing her son's attire to his life mate.
    Antonietta laughed. "I'm blind, Josef, not deaf. It's good to meet you. Your uncle has told me so much about you. He's says you're very talented musically."
    Mischief maker. You are going to be sorry you said that.
    Antonietta heard Byron's mournful moan in her head. She had the image of him throttling her. She had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing harder. Byron made her feel so alive.
    His teasing, the way he shared his innermost thoughts. He was casual about their strong telepathic link.
    "Josef is very talented," Eleanor agreed. "We have come to Italy, as Josef is eager to paint