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“No man objects to being compared to a bull,
but if you’re looking for someone named Taurus, you’ve got the wrong man.”
    Either she hadn’t heard him, or she didn’t give a damn about
his explanation. Because his wardrobe was sadly lacking in casual wear, he’d
put on a pair of dress slacks today, expertly tailored to minimize his
more-than-average-size cock since that was hardly what he wanted on display as
part of his career. At least the camouflage worked when he didn’t have a
hard-on.
    “I am not wrong,” she said. Now, despite the noise, he had
no trouble hearing her. “I know who you are.” She turned so she was facing him.
“You are ready for mating?”
    “What?”
    Before he could even guess that it was going to happen, she
closed her small, warm hand over his straining cock. “Your seed-organ is
ready.”
    “My…” How the hell was he supposed to think with her holding
him like that?
    “We cannot do the joining here.”
    No argument there. They’d be crushed under the humanity.
“You want to have sex? Just like that?”
    “Sex? Ah yes, I must remember what you would call it.”
    Eventually, maybe, he’d sort all this out. Right now,
however, he had a dagger-armed, nearly naked, cock-grabbing broad to deal with.
“One question before we take this any further.” Shit, did she have to handle
his cock as if it were a slab of meat she was contemplating buying? “How
old are you?”
    “Of age.”
    Whatever that meant . “In other words, I’m not going
to get busted if we get it on?” What did he mean, if?
    “Busted? Get it on?”
    Unable to take any more of her enthusiastic and yet
analytical groping, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her off him. “Sorry, lady.
Much more of that and we’d have a spontaneous eruption right here and now.”
    “Spontaneous? I do not—”
    “Why did I know you were going to say that? Look…” He
gathered himself to go on yelling then decided not to risk a lacerated vocal
cord after all. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

Chapter Three
     
    Here turned out to be the back side of Calton Hill.
He could still hear the drums, still feel them vibrating in the night, but at
least they were away from most of the crowd. Between the moon and firelight and
occasional flashlights, he was able to spot a fair number of couples doing what
came naturally in and about the volcanic rock base and low shrubs. No doubt
about it, Paul had been right about Beltane being the night to get laid.
    The girl-woman hadn’t objected to coming here, and with her
hip brushing against his with every step—he’d kept his arm around her so they
wouldn’t get separated—he was close to not giving a damn how old she was, where
she came from or whether she’d escaped from some mental ward. What had she told
him, that she was of age ? Hers was indeed a woman’s body. Ripe. Ready. And
with the wind blowing her not-quite-a-dress against her breasts and hips, he
easily placed her in the top one percent of her sex in the bod department. Sure
as hell he’d never had his hand on someone like her, half sprite, half human.
    “Well, here we are,” he not-too-brilliantly announced when
he’d found a relatively smooth spot behind a boulder.
    “This is a good place.” She ran her bare toes over some
low-growing flowers. “The earth is fertile.”
    What’s that got to do with anything? “Speaking of
fertile, I hope you’re on the Pill.”
    “Pill?”
    Shit. Here we go again. “Protection. I don’t need a
paternity suit.”
    She was looking up at him, obviously content with their
close proximity. He noted her long, slender neck, lips just begging to be
crushed under his, slender arms and flaring hips. He also noted that she didn’t
wear a speck of makeup. What modern woman on the prowl didn’t slather on war
paint? But then who said she was modern? The thought made him a little uneasy.
    “Taurus, I have been sent to your time to find you, only
you,” she said. “To take your