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reactions from Daimon. His cock surged to instant fullness—upright, ready, and eager—and he also burst out laughing.
    "Oh, angel, I'm sorry. I forgot," Daimon said in-between laughs. He waved a hand at his own naked form. "I never wear the stuff."
    His laughter clearly relaxed the nervous Lycan, and Leland came closer towards Daimon. His eyes reflected his innate inquisitiveness.
    "You don't?" Leland asked, curious. "Then are you always invisible in the outside world?" As he negotiated his way into the room, the sheet billowed in his wake allowing tantalising glimpses of lithe, smooth legs, and Daimon bit back a groan. The boy would be the death of him.
    "No," Daimon replied, his voice dropping to a husky purr. "I just do this."
    As he walked towards the young Lycan, his horns vanished, leaving just the thick, lustrous back hair. His skin changed from red to a light golden tan. His long, black tail disappeared along with the harness he wore. Instead he appeared in jeans and a red, open-necked, brushed cotton shirt. He laughed at the stunned look on Leland's face.
    "I can move unseen, of course, and I often do. It is one of my talents. But if I see someone who catches my eye." He gave a slow pirouette and stopped to pose, hand on hip, his eyes hooded. "This is much more fun." His voice oozed sexual charisma.
    "May I touch?" Leland asked.
    Daimon grinned and nodded. He held still as the young Lycan reached his hand to touch the fabric of the red shirt.
    "Wonderful," Leland murmured. "It looks and feels so real."
    "But you can't do this, and you can't wander around like that," Daimon said decisively. His shaft throbbed and he had already taken care of his arousal twice that morning. "I need to go and get you some clothing. But first things first, I need you to think about Randy. I need you to be as open and as focused on him as you can be. Bring all your love for him to the surface. With the added boost from me, you should be able to contact him long enough for him to feel where you are and home in on you. Think of it as a psychic scent trail for him to follow."
    "Scent trail," Leland muttered.
    From the delighted smile on Leland's face, Daimon knew the Lycan could understand the idea of his mate-to-be following a trail, and it would be no hardship to think of the man he loved with all his heart and soul.
    As Daimon held Leland's hands it felt as though they physically left the confines of Daimon's home to reach out to Randy. For a second he felt Leland enfolded by the touch of his mate's love, and then the feeling vanished. He recognised the Lycan's feeling of euphoria threatening to give way to despair, and Daimon pulled him into a tight hug as the tears began again.
    "You didn't seem to need to search long," he assured as he leant back, wiping the tear tracks from the angelic visage. "That should mean Randy is close. You'll be together soon, angel." He waited as the lissom man took a determined, if shaky, breath and stood back.
    "Thank you," Leland said sincerely.
    "Welcome." The demon smiled. "Now, the kitchen is on the other side of the staircase. Help yourself to anything you want." He picked up a controller and showed it to his guest. One wall of books swivelled to become a huge plasma screen TV with a DVD player and another turned to become floor-to-ceiling DVDs and CDs. "Just pick whatever you like. I have a wide range. The doors and windows cannot be breached, and if anyone looks inside, all he or she will see is an empty room. You are safe here, but please stay inside."
    "I will," the blond promised.
    Daimon relished the soft giggle as he tilted Leland's head down and kissed the pretty Lycan's forehead, and Daimon felt the frisson of heat that went through Leland's frame.
    He returned the Lycan's wave as they moved apart and vanished to leave just a dispersing wisp of red smoke in his wake.
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    Looking at the collection of books and discs, Leland discovered that Daimon hadn't been joking. Some books looked